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Chapter Twenty-Two
Joseph
“I’ll be out soon. They do releases around twelve so it would be great if you could come get me. I don’t have a ride.” Alexander’s voice was a welcome one. He was finally getting out and he’d be fully dependent on me for everything since he was an ex-con. He wouldn’t be able to work, get a house or a car, he’d barely be able to get food and clothes without help.
I was going to make him depend on me for everything so that I could create a sense of dependency and gratitude like I’d done with Christina. I loved my granddaughter but since taking her from the facility, her mood swings had been ridiculous. I found that I had to practically keep her locked in her room or else she’d run amok all over the damn place.
When I found her wearing green contacts and dying her dark hair blond, I lost it. It made me think of Thalia. I refused to have an imposter living under my roof. I threw her contacts away and made her dye her hair its original color. “Camilla can’t be duplicated,” I snapped at her. “She’s one of a fucking kind. You’re already a good girl Chris. Camilla isn’t. She’s not like you. She needs help to be a good girl.”
“Are you gonna help her?” Chris asked with big brown eyes. I nodded in response and stroked her curly hair. I was going to help Camilla like only a man could. I was going to fuck her into submission whether she wanted it or not. By the time I was done with her, I’d have her pussy and her heart then I’d baptize her and cleanse her soul. She’d be mine fully.
“Let’s go get your uncle. He’s actually getting out.”
“I’m surprised Camilla didn’t go get him,” She scoffed.
“From what Lana told me, Camilla is so distraught over Emmanuel cheating on her that she’s fallen into a deep depression and your father is so wrapped up in her that he barely even noticed you were gone.” I smiled at her but she frowned.
“What if he gets too into Lana?”
“We’ll consider it a blessing. That means he’ll leave the door wide open for me and Camilla.”
“I thought you were promising her to Uncle Alex?”
“Maybe before I make her mine he can have a little fun with her. She is a slut after all.” Hearing that seemed to make Chris happy, she nodded her head and giggled a bit. While Chris got dressed, I went into my bathroom and pulled up a picture of Camilla on my phone. “I’m closer than ever now, Camilla.” I spoke quietly, the way her green eyes jumped off the screen made me so hard. I flipped to the next picture of her in a towel then the next one where the towel was gone. She was amazing.
Before I knew it, I was stroking my dick and flipping through pictures of her tits and ass. Fuck. She was so sexy she pulled a climax from me every damn time. How was I supposed to even talk to her? Maybe I’d fuck her first to clear my head. Goddamn succubus always knew how to cloud a man’s thinking.
Right before I came, I snatched a picture of Camilla from the bathroom wall and shot my load all over it. I let out a satisfied groan as I drained myself all over her. I watched as my seed dripped down her pretty face and fantasized having her in my bed soon. When Chris knocked on my bedroom door I crumpled the paper, washed my hands and walked into the room to open the door for her. “Ready?” I smiled.
The drive from my rental to the prison was a long one and by the time we got there, Alexander was waiting in the holding area looking quiet pissed. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy to be getting out of here,” I chuckled.
“Oh, I am. You have no fucking idea,” he snapped. “Hopefully I won’t ever have to come back.” The scowl on his face was harsh. I waited until we got far enough away from there before chatting him up again. Christina on the other hand was a ball of chatty energy. She was so happy to see her uncle.
Every time I glanced in the backseat, she was stroking his forearm as she babbled on and on. Alexander kept snatching his arm from her and eyeing her suspiciously. “Christina, how long has it been since you took your medicine?”
“She’s fine. She doesn’t need that crap,” I frowned.
“She’s not fine. She has bi-polar disorder and it seems to be presenting severe and erratic right now.” The boy didn’t miss a damn beat. He was meant to be a psychologist and that was certain.
“Uncle Alex…you’re so handsome,” Christina grinned. She muttered something under her breath but I couldn’t hear her.
“Christina, who are you talking to?” Alexander asked slowly.
“Oh, nobody…just talking,” she giggled.
“Do you hear voices in your head at all?” He asked her calmly.
“Stop trying to diagnose me Uncle Alex. God you’re so handsome,” she sighed. “Did you screw Camilla while you were in jail?”
“What?” He snapped and I pulled over to the side of the road. She was getting out of fucking hand. Maybe she needed to be baptized along with her harlot sister. “Dad, what are you doing?” Alexander frowned when I snatched Chris by her arm.
“She’s sitting up front.”
“Ouch, Grandpa!”
“Shut up, Christina! I’ve had it with you and your insanity. You will straighten up or you will go back inside that fucking mental ward.” I felt anger weaving its way around me the longer I looked at her. She was losing her fucking mind. Having Alexander stay with us would be good for her. Though, if I was being totally honest, I didn’t like the way she was looking at him. If she turned out to be an incestuous whore then I’d have to kill her myself and ask for forgiveness later.
Alexander was quiet the rest of the ride. He stared out of the window, deep in thought. When we pulled up to the house, he stretched and carried his belongings inside. “Son, I want to talk to you.” I sighed once Christina was locked away in her room. I’d given her a glass of juice spiked with a sleeping pill. It was the only way to calm her down.
“What is it Dad? I’m tired, I just want some rest in a room that’s not a cell.”
“I know.” I sat at the kitchen table and drummed my fingertips. “You’re a strong man. You sat in that prison for more than a year over a murder you didn’t commit.” I felt the need to thank my son for serving what should have been my sentence. I was trying to find the right way to phrase it but I knew there was no way to make it okay. He was going to fly off the handle. Hopefully he’d settle down soon though because I didn’t want to have to kill my child.
“Yeah,” he scoffed.
“Thank you,” I said solemnly. Alexander twisted his face into a harsh frown.
“Why are you saying thank you?”
“You took a punishment that was meant for someone else.”
“Uh huh…meant for who, dad? Who else was the punishment supposed to be for? Because I know fucking well I didn’t kill Anais. The evidence states so very fucking clearly.” I could see his jaw ticking the longer silence settled between us. I let out a breath and clasped my hands on the tabletop.
“It was supposed to be me in that cell, son. Not you. I killed her.” A weight lifted from my chest, not because I’d confessed but because I’d told my son thank you for bearing my burden.
He was laughing and shaking his head in disbelief. “You?” He rubbed his face with his palms. “You killed her? You bashed her fucking face in like some monster! She ran from abuse for most of her life and you killed her with it!”
“Son, she was being vile, inviting me into her room to look around and we all know where that was going to lead.” I chuckled at the memory of Anais’ sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock while she squealed for me to stop fucking her. Alexander pushed to his feet and paced the kitchen angrily.
“I need…I need to get some air,” he blurted.
“I understand. I just hope this doesn’t disrupt our bond. I would hate that.” We locked eyes and he neither nodded nor spoke, he only walked out slamming the door behind him. I watched him sit on the porch and he seemed to just be staring out into the street. I expected him to take off but the fact that he was still sitting there was good.
It meant I still had my son on my side. I’d give him space to work things out though. Hopefully he’d come around soon because I was ready to claim my family.
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Chapter Twenty-Three
Alexander
My heart was racing on the inside but on the outside I was trying to remain calm. I couldn’t let Joseph know that I loathed him and wanted to kill him myself. He had to think I was pissed but still all in. It was the hardest thing to do. When I knew he wasn’t watching me anymore, I called Manny on the phone he’d given me while I was in prison.
“Is everything okay?” He answered right away. After all these years, I finally sought solace in calling on my big brother. I knew he’d handle shit in ways I could only imagine.
“No. I can’t do this shit. I need things to move forward immediately.” I spoke in a quiet tone in case Joseph was lurking around somewhere.
“Can you get away? I wanna meet with you in person. Who knows what the fuck he has up his sleeve.”
“I don’t know his routine yet. If I can slip out tonight, I’ll text you.”
“Okay. Hey, Alexander, is Chris safe?”
“No. I’m worried about her mental health, Manny,” I confessed. “I’ll do what I can to help though.”
“Thank you. I appreciate you. Hey, stay safe little brother. I love you man.” His words made me pause. I couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, we’d said I love you.
“Love you too…big brother.” I ended the call and tucked the phone away before going back inside. Joseph was puttering around trying to leave me alone and for that I was grateful. I’ll never be able to express how furious I was when he admitted to killing Anais.
Rage engulfed me entirely and all I could do was only express a fraction of my true feelings. He needed to die. I just hoped to god that I was able to help deliver him to Camilla before I did the deed myself. Time was ticking.
I knocked on Christina’s door then walked in to find her in a daze, nodding off on her bed. The mattress dipped under my weight. “Hey, Chris. How are you feeling?” I quizzed, placing a hand on her forehead. She looked out of it and I wanted to make sure she wasn’t coming down with anything. Her temperature felt fine, so she must have been on something.
“I’m fine Uncle Alex. just sleepy. I’m always so sleepy.” Her almond-shaped eyes fixed on a spot near the ceiling and she smiled. “No, Mommy. I’m not high.” I glanced at the ceiling and sighed heavily.
“Is your mom up there?” I asked her. She nodded and her lids drooped shut for a moment. She was slipping into schizophrenia quickly and she needed medicine and supervision. “What is she doing?” I asked curiously.
“She’s frowning. She’s mad.”
“Can she see me?” I asked as I put my arm around Christina. She shook her head quickly.
“Only me. She thinks I’m high. I keep telling her I’m not. Carl doesn’t think I’m high though.”
“Who’s Carl?” I frowned.
“The puppy,” she closed her eyes again.
“What kind of puppy is he, Chris?”
“A lab. He’s not judgmental like Mommy. Carl let’s me be free. He knows I’m just sleepy.” Her words trailed off and I knew she was finally out when her breathing grew deep and light snores came from her parted lips. I laid her down and used my phone to send an email to Dr. Roth asking her to prescribe something to help my niece.
When I left her room, Joseph was standing there. I was glad I hadn’t made a call. “How is she?” He asked like he gave a fuck. He was using Christina just like he was using me.
“She needs medicine and help,” I told him honestly.
“She’ll be fine. Just needs some prayer and rest. Now, how are you after hearing everything? I know I’m not your favorite person in the world.” I barely considered him a fucking person at all.
“I’ll be fine. It was just a huge shock. I think the only thing that will console me is being able to be with Camilla.” I said with a sigh. I took note of Joseph’s stance and how he folded his arms and angled his body away from me as if to block my words. He wanted Camilla so bad that even hearing me talk about her being mine pissed him off.
“I haven’t made love to a woman in so long I need to feel her.” I said, pushing his buttons on purpose. He grunted and walked into the kitchen. “I can’t believe I fucked things up with her. She used to be all mine,” I sighed, following behind him. “We’d make love all night. She never got tired of me so it wasn’t like I was hurting for sex. Anais just enticed me,” I shrugged.
“She was a slut,” he gritted out. “It’s better that she’s gone now.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Now, I can just focus on Camilla.”
“Right,” he snapped. “You know son, you have to prepare yourself for the fact that she may not want you. She may want me since I’m the father of her twins.” I swallowed my laughter and forced a nod after hearing his words. He was a lunatic. Camilla loathed him with everything she had in her.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. “If she was smart she’d go for me though,” I chuckled. I had to make things believable for him.
“Yeah, okay son. We’ll see.”
“Look, since I’m out I wanna reach out to her. I might be able to get her to come pick me up but you can’t be here. She’ll never come near this house if you are.”
“Okay, I’ll take Chris out for dinner once she wakes up. Let me go out and get you a phone to use.”
“Thanks,” I smiled. Once he left, I sent Manny a text asking him how I’d look for bugs or cameras in the house. He replied immediately giving me several tips and places to look. I checked under potted plants, behind pictures, under furniture and other various places for recording devices but found none. Was Joseph really that trusting of me? Either that, or he was insanely arrogant. I tried the door leading to his bedroom but it was locked.
I may not have known how to sweep for bugs but I could certainly pick a lock. I was in his room in five minutes. What I saw disturbed me on the deepest level of my being.
He had pictures of Camilla all over the place. Pictures that looked grainy and like they were taken from a distance. She was naked in a lot of them and I had to fight the urge to snatch them from the walls. He didn’t deserve to look at her in such intimate moments. Those were private and none of his goddamn business.
I composed myself and tried to quiet the rage causing my heart to knock furiously against my ribs. I could not kill him before I got him to Camilla. I checked around in his room and found more disturbing shit.
There were multiple pictures of what looked to be a dead or passed out woman sitting on the floor, slumped against a wall. Her face became increasingly covered with…something and I swear to God I didn’t want to know what the fuck it was. Each passing picture her features grew more grotesque and bloated. She was definitely dead. I put the pictures back in order and wiped them in case I’d left smudges that weren’t there before. I said a quiet prayer for whoever the woman was and continued to look around.
I found a small notepad and flipped it open only to find Camilla’s name scribbled countless times on the lines. What the fuck was wrong with my father? How did he spiral and become so obsessed with Camilla? It sent a chill rippling through my spine.
In his bathroom was an entire wall covered from floor to ceiling with different shots of Camilla. There was only one bare spot on the wall and it looked as though a picture had been snatched down hastily. Jagged corners were left behind from where the paper had been ripped. I looked down at the floor to find a balled up paper soaked with…something. I fought back the bile rising in my throat and backed out of the room slowly after I snapped pictures with my phone to send Manny. I left everything exactly how I found it and went to check on Christina again. She was knocked out cold. I pulled a blanket over her and went into the kitchen.
I sent Manny the pictures and in seconds my phone was ringing. “Hello?”
“Was that in his fucking r
oom?” He shouted angrily.
“Yeah, it was. That shit made me feel sick. My skin is burning. There was some really fucked up stuff in there.”
“Jesus Christ. You and Chris need to get the fuck out of there. Let me talk to Cami and everyone so we can figure something out,” he sighed angrily.
“That’s fine. He’s going to take Chris out for dinner tonight so I can talk Camilla into coming over. So if you can send her, I can come so we can all meet,” I told him.
“I don’t know, Alexander,” Manny hesitated nervously. I understood his trepidation fully.
“Trust me. I’d never let something happen to her. I’d kill him first.”
“Okay. I’ll send her just text me when he’s gone. Look, I’m trusting you with her life, Alexander. If any shit goes down I expect for you to act accordingly and without hesitation. Camilla is my entire world. Nothing can happen to her.”
“Nothing will happen to her. She won’t even get out of the car.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight.” We ended out call and just in time too because Joseph was coming back once I’d settled in and started watching TV.
“I went ahead and picked up some clothes and toiletries for you too, Alexander.” He set a few bags down at the foot of my bed and I nodded at him. I hated looking at him. He’d killed women and had children kidnapped. He’d done disgusting, lewd things to innocent women and he was trying to get his hands on the woman I loved above all else. Besides a romantic love, Camilla had become a treasured friend to me, and Joseph would meet death before he hurt her.
“Thanks,” I managed. He eyed me for a while and sighed. “I’m fine Dad, I just really wanna get some rest. I’ll call Camilla when I wake up so you and Chris can go out for dinner.”
“Okay. I’ll knock on your door before we leave.” He left me alone after that and I was elated. I actually did fall the hell asleep.
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