Twisted Wrath (Twisted Fate Book 2)

by Ashley Jade

  As strange as it was, it felt like we had actually become...friends?

  “Okay, so don't give me details. Just tell me the gist.”

  “Diego was in the states doing the run's for Padre one day. It was about 6 months ago. He was driving by and he saw a girl. Let's just say that the girl looked real familiar to him. Almost like a ghost. She looked just like someone who did something horrible to Padre. Someone who had stolen a lot of money from him. One thing led to another and we came up with a plan to set her up. I was supposed to gather information on her for three months and make sure it was really her. That was my first mistake.”

  He had my undivided attention at this point. “How?”

  “I fell in love with her.”

  “I can see how that could be a problem. So what happened?”

  “I had second thoughts about the entire thing. Especially after I found out that she was in love with me too. I tried to talk to Diego about it but he threatened to tell Padre. Obviously, you know what would have happened to me then...and her. I really had no choice at that point."

  He took a deep breath before he continued. “Anyway, I thought that I would be able to convince Padre to let her go after he got the money back. I know, I sound like a crazy person...but no one ever said that love was rational."

  It was my turn to sigh then. “I wouldn't know...I've never been in love before and I don't plan to be. I just want to make a lot of money and screw hot girls."

  “Consider yourself lucky. Love will fuck you up big time. Love will ruin your life like it ruined mine.”

  “So what happened after that?”

  “Well...without going into specifics. Let's just say that the plan went into full effect. I convinced her to run away with me. I was going to take her across the border and deliver her to Padre. We didn't tell Padre that we had her yet because if something went wrong and we failed...well, we would end up exactly where we are now. Even Diego was smart enough to know that."

  “I don't remember Diego. But from what I remember hearing about him, he was a hot-headed idiot.”

  Alex laughed. “Yeah he was. In a way, that's what got him killed. So, we took the girl to Texas for the night, we were planning on crossing the border the next day. I couldn't help but feel so guilty about what I was doing to her. She really was so innocent. I kept telling myself that I was going to convince Padre to let her go. Anyway, she overheard us talking and Diego went bat shit crazy. We needed to have her go across the border willingly...as well as calmly, for obvious reasons. He ended up tying her up and threatening her. He pretty much told her that everything was a set up and that Padre was going to kill her.”

  “Shit. What an idiot.”

  “Exactly. Needless to say...she was more then a little freaked out. I couldn't blame her. It was killing me. I wanted to let her go. Then, Diego tried raping her."

  I stared at him wide-eyed. “Jesus.”

  I was beginning to feel pity for that poor girl now. That must have been horrifying for her.

  It sounds like Diego got exactly what he deserved.

  “Yeah. The worst was when she looked me in my eyes and begged me to let her go. My heart got in the way and I untied her.”

  So Alex wasn't like our father after all.

  “That was very noble of you. Especially knowing what it would mean for you if Diego told Padre.”

  He nodded his head. “Yeah, but I began to have second thoughts. I mean, I didn't want to be locked up and tortured. I really thought that I would be able to convince Padre that she was innocent. I never got that chance though."

  “Why?”

  “Well after I untied one of her hands...Diego lunged at me. During the struggle, a gunshot went off. He didn't mean it. I thought I was a dead man."

  “Holy shit.”

  “Pretty much...but that doesn't compare to what happened next. She picked up the gun and shot an entire round of bullets into Diego's head. I never thought she would be capable of something like that. Then, she ran. She didn't even check to see if I was alive or anything. She left me for dead when I had risked my life for her. That's why I have to find her and make her pay."

  Hmm, something didn't sit well with me then.

  “Alex, didn't you say you had second thoughts about letting her go in the first place? The way I see it...it seems like she was defending herself. I can't say I blame her."

  “Yeah, but she didn't know that I had second thoughts about letting her go. For all she knows, I was just trying to do the right thing. I really did risk my life for her. Just look at the predicament I'm in right now. The only thing that keeps me from going out of my mind is the chance that I may see her again. I hate her just as much as I love her now. Guess which one is going to be stronger after all the years of suffering that I'm about to endure?”

  I nodded my head. I didn't necessarily agree with him...but in a twisted way, he had a point.

  I mean, I would be pissed as fuck if the girl I loved left me for dead. Especially after she killed my brother and I was stuck paying the price for her crime, no matter how much it was warranted.

  Luckily I wouldn't ever have that problem. Love was something that would never exist in my world.

  I saw first hand what it did to people.

  “Well, I hope you get your closure one day.”

  “I will Tristan. I'm counting on it.”

  **********************************

  Another week had gone by. At least...I think. I had lost all concept of time.

  Alex screamed out in agony as he slumped against the wall.

  “Alex breathe. Go to your happy place, remember.”

  Today was absolutely brutal for him. I was beginning to think he was right about our father not caring if he was alive or dead.

  “I don't think I have a happy place anymore Tristan. All I see is wrath...all I see is her.”

  Shit.

  “We'll make it out of this Alex. I know we will.”

  “No Tristan, you'll make it out of this. I'm not going to.”

  “I'll find a way to get us out of here...I promise.”

  “You're crazy. There is no way out of this.”

  I exhaled and tried not to focus on the fact that my back was now completely shredded and mauled.

  Even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.

  Maybe Alex was right...maybe there was no way out of this after all.

  I closed my eyes and began to drift off.

  *************************

  “Tristan come on let's get you ready for bed,” my mother's voice called out to me.

  I was five years old. Life was good. My mother didn't cry anymore...we were happy.

  I took her hand as she tucked me into bed.

  “I love you sweet boy,” she said as she kissed my forehead.

  “Where's Duncan Mama?”

  “He's out of town on business right now.”

  I had the sudden urge to ask her at that moment.

  “Is Duncan my dad?”

  My mother stared at me wide eyed.

  “No my sweet boy. Duncan isn't your father.”

  “So, where is my dad?”

  She took a deep breath before she answered. “Your father is a very bad man Tristan. Duncan and Camilla rescued us from him.”

  I sat up in bed then. “Wow, are they super hero's?”

  I looked up as Camilla entered the room.

  She smiled sweetly at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

  She sure was pretty. Her big green eyes and dark auburn hair were beautiful against her golden skin.

  “No Tristan...we're not super hero's, trust me.”

  My mother turned her head and looked at Camilla.

  “It might not have started out that way, but he's right Camilla. I can never thank you enough for all that you've done. He would have become his father if we stayed. You saved us...you saved him."

  Camilla looked down at the floor. “He really is a sweet boy. I'm happy that you bo
th have one another.”

  A silent exchange passed between them that I didn't understand.

  “You did the right thing Camilla. You did what you needed to in order to protect her.”

  A tear rolled down Camilla's cheek. “It hurts so much. I think about her every second of every day. I miss her.”

  “Camilla, please don't cry,” I said as I got off the bed and ran over to her.

  I flung my arms around her waist. “Don't be sad Camilla. I'll protect you. I'll be a super hero.”

  I heard the sound of my mother and her chuckling as she wiped away her tears.

  She kneeled down in front of me. “You really are such a special boy Tristan. Please, don't ever forget that.”

  The sound of gunshots in the distance made me scream.

  Fear flashed across my mothers face. “Oh god. They found us.”

  “Get under the bed now. Underneath the floor board,” Camilla whispered.

  My mother grabbed me and she did as Camilla instructed.

  “Come on Camilla. Get under here with us. Please,” My mother pleaded.

  She shook her head. “No. I told you I would protect you both. No matter what happens do not come out from underneath there.”

  Panic crept up my spine. I didn't understand what I was supposed to be so scared of at that moment, but I soon found out.

  My mother closed the top of the floorboard over our heads but I could still see through a small crack.

  “Ah Camilla, we meet again,” a deep voice called out.

  “Sorry, If I knew you were coming I would have put out some refreshments.”

  “Where's my boy Camilla? Where is she? Where the fuck is my money?”

  She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a gun.

  “I really have no idea what you're talking about Hector. Not my fault you don't know how to keep a lady happy.”

  He took a step toward her. “Tell me where they are and I might just let you live.”

  She pulled out her gun and aimed it at him.

  “Too bad I won't be able to say the same for you.”

  He smiled as he held up his cell phone. “I had a feeling you might say that. I think Duncan may be able to change your mind.”

  Duncan's voice filled the room. “Camilla...just give him what he wants. Please sweetheart.”

  He sounded frightened. Duncan was never frightened. My fear quickly grew to epic proportions.

  She took another step back. “Never.”

  The sound of a window crashing made me jump.

  Camilla collapsed on the floor as I heard the sound of a gunshot go off.

  I tried to scream but my mother's hand slammed across my mouth.

  Oh god, they shot her...but she was still alive.

  My father kicked the gun away from her as he crawled on top of her.

  He then proceeded to take out a knife.

  “What's that expression that you mobsters use? Oh that's right- 'I'm going to gut you like a fish',” he sneered as her screams filled the room.

  Blood spewed all across the floor as I watched the most sickening killing take place right before my very eyes.

  She was wrong...turns out she was a superhero.

  **********************

  I opened my eyes as I heard the sound of the cellar door opening.

  I expected to see one of the guards...but it was Duncan.

  Holy fuck. How did he get in here?

  He quickly unlocked my chains and helped me up off the floor.

  “Thank god you’re alive,” he said.

  “How did you find me?”

  He closed his eyes. “ Let's just say...I made a deal with the devil. It was the only way to get you out of here.”

  “What kind of deal Duncan?”

  “I can't talk about that right now. We have to go.”

  I turned my head and looked at Alex.

  “We have to take him with us.”

  He shook his head. “No son, we can't. He wasn't part of the deal and if I take him too, they will kill you and me both.”

  “I'm not your son Duncan. I'm not leaving without him.”

  “Mira are you crazy? Leave...forget about me Tristan. You have a chance to get out of here. Take it,” Alex screamed.

  “No Alex...I'm not leaving you. I can't. You're my brother.”

  Duncan began dragging me out of the room then.

  I swung my arm and punched him in the face.

  “I'm not leaving you Alex.”

  “Forget about me. Go with him Tristan.”

  Duncan stood behind me and began pulling me away.

  “I swear, I will kill him for you Alex. I will come back for you one day. I promise.”

  He looked up and met my eyes. “Hermano,” he said.

  “Hermano.”

  Chapter 1 (Tristan)

  I never meant to fall in love with her.

  I kept fighting against my own heart to stay away.

  But I couldn't.

  Turns out that love is stronger then willpower, control, and common sense.

  Funny thing is, knowing what I know about her now...I would do it all over again in an instant.

  I knew I had a choice to make.

  However, I knew that bringing her here to safety was the only choice for me.

  I know that telling her the truth, or at least most of it, will change everything.

  “You're a monster.” Her words echo in my head and it slices through my heart like a knife.

  It kills me because I know that part of me is a pure monster.

  I didn't want to be one though. I had no choice in the matter.

  Just like I had no choice when she took over my heart and soul.

  I prop up a chair at the end of the bed and watch as she ever so slightly stirs before drifting back to sleep.

  She's going to be knocked out for awhile. At least another 10 hours.

  She ended up waking up in the middle of the flight and lunged right for Moe.

  She damn near took the entire helicopter down...given that he was the pilot and all.

  It did wonders for my fear of heights.

  I had to think quick and jab another needle in her thigh.

  I hate that I had to drug her and take her against her will in the first place.

  I never wanted her to find out the way she did.

  Odd thing is...she hardly even knows anything at the present moment.

  She only has the tiniest kernel of knowledge.

  She has no idea just how much danger she's in.

  I thank my lucky stars that she trusted me enough to open up to me and tell me the truth, and I was able to put two and two together before it was too late.

  She would have been dead by now...if she were lucky.

  He almost got away with it. She would have walked right into the trap.

  She almost did a few times.

  I put my head down but quickly snap it back up as I hear her sigh my name.

  She's still asleep. What she's dreaming about currently is anyone's guess.

  It's probably the last time I'll hear her sigh my name and it kills me.

  At that exact moment the sexy blue dress that she wore to the gallery decides to move up the apex of her thigh.

  She wasn't kidding...she really isn't wearing any panties.

  My cock twitches as I watch her and it's all I can do not to crawl on the bed and bury myself deep inside her.

  God...I love this woman.

  I love everything about her.

  Will she still love me when all is said and done?

  Will either of us even make it out alive to tell the tale?

  The thought hits me like a ton of bricks and it takes every bit of strength I have not to keel over and curse whatever god may exist in the world.

  How can fate be so cruel? How can fate be so cruel and fucking twisted?

  How the hell is she going to handle hearing the truth about everything?

  How is she going to handle hearin
g that her parents were hit men for the mob?

  How is she going to handle hearing that they managed to pull off a heist so insane...that it's beyond legendary and she's got a trust fund full of blood money to show for it?

  How is she going to handle hearing that the man she killed was Hector Martinez's first born son...the most notorious leader of the Mexican drug cartel.

  How is she going to handle hearing that her first love is still alive?

  Even worse then that? Not only is he still alive, but he's the new leader of the cartel...and in his short 6 month reign he's proven to be more dangerous and ruthless then our father ever was.

  13 years of non-stop torture will do that to you.

  He's out for her blood and he'll stop at nothing to get it.

  And he's got the perfect pathway to it...straight through her heart.

  Chapter 2 (Dev)

  I roll over in the bed and smile.

  That sure was a strange dream. It almost felt real.

  I've never been such a lucid dreamer before, besides all my flashback dreams involving Alex...I wonder if it was something I ate or drank?

  With closed eyes I reach out for Tristan beside me, but I don't feel him.

  The thought makes my heart ache and I squint one eye open.

  The ache in my heart turns to full blown heart palpitations as the realization that I have no idea where I am hits me.

  I snap my head up and sit up in the bed.

  Oh god.

  I pinch myself hard and swear when I feel the sensation.

  It was real.

  I don't know which thought demands my attention first- the fact that I actually have parents. Or the fact, that as it turns out- Tristan is Diego and Alex's brother?

  I quickly sweep those thoughts onto the back burner as overwhelming terror erupts throughout me.

  He fucking kidnapped me! He's holding me hostage.

  It doesn't matter that when I look around the room, I see that it doesn't exactly look like a typical hostage situation.

  The room is elegant and beautiful. There's even a full bathroom attached.

  I also fail to register at that moment that it's obvious that I'm not tied up because I have full use of all my limbs and I can move around freely.