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by Joyner, GP


  “Ok, I will be waiting for you dressed in my sexy lingerie, you know the sky blue one, the one you love the most”, I went on to answer him.

  “Alright, I give you a call when I leave the house as I head to the office”, Gavin said as he hang up the phone on me.

  I knew what was going to transpire next and got to my feet immediately. I ignored the few business cards that had come my way and rushed over to my car. I was being driven by my desire and wanted nothing more but to feel him inside me. There was no traffic as I rushed by a few stops signs and headed straight for home. I checked the time on my phone and knew that Gavin would be a few minutes behind me. I screeched onto the driveway and I rushed upstairs to the bedroom.

  Something was off.

  As I turned the knob to my room and found it open.

  “That’s strange”, I said out loud as I turned it open and slipped in “I thought I had closed this door”.

  Speaking to myself was a common practice I had acquired from living alone. I switched on the lights and there perched on my bed was Margo staring at me through devilish eyes.

  “Jesus”, I shouted when my eyes landed on her.

  “I am sorry Yvonne, I did not mean to scare you”, Margo said and did not move a single muscle. It made me question the sincerity o her apology. I could feel my heart pumping blood very fast through my veins as I had a million and one questions that ran through my mind all at the same time. The first thing that ran through my mind was Gavin who was driving over. I reached for my cell phone that was well tucked into my purse and attempted to text him before Margo’s voice stopped me.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, she echoed and the commanding voice forced me to look up and stare into the end point of a gun that was in her right hand.

  I lay in my bed stark naked, held captive by my stepbrother’s wife because I’m sleeping with him. Never in all my years would I dream that any of that statement would be true. She had ordered me at gunpoint to strip and lay on the bed before handcuffing me to the bed. My right hand’s wrist was quiet sore because of the struggling and I could only begin to imagine what Gavin would walk into. Margo walked around the room with her gun as she went through my drawers.

  “What do you want Margo?” I asked.

  “Yvonne, I know you are a lot of things. A cheat, adulterer, fornicator, liar…” she answered as she walked over to the window and separated the blinds with the tip of the pistol. Just enough to looked out.

  “But you are not a fool”.

  I heard the screech of tires and the halt of an engine come from my driveway and I knew that was Gavin.

  “You have been sleeping with my husband, Yvonne”, Margo said and focused a challenging gaze at me. I simply laid there and did not say a word as I looked at her. The cold night air was biting down hard on my skin and I could feel my blood freeze in my veins.

  “You cannot even deny it”, she went on to say and let out a sarcastic laugh.

  “How long have you known?” I asked her as I tried to shift my weight on the bed in an attempt of making myself warm.

  “About three years now, the two of you will burn in the deepest and most hollow part in hell”, Margo said as she fixed me a cold stare. “You have not been very good people… incestuous adulterers, fornicators”.

  She paced around the room again shaking her head in disbelief as she listened to her husband’s familiar footsteps climb up the stairs. She went silent and stood behind the door as she listened to him slightly tap on the wooden door in excitement.

  “Yvonne, are you in here?” Gavin called out as he slipped into the room and looked around. He let out a smile when he saw my naked body lying on the bed and assumed that I was waiting on him. A smile lit up on his face as he slowly walked towards me, pulling the top of his belt out of the loop. Margo waited for him to completely walk through the door before pointing a gun to his back.

  Click.

  The gun cocked.

  “Hello my dear husband”, Margo said from behind him. I could almost pinpoint the exact moment in time Margo’s voice his Gavin’s brain. He came to a halt as I saw the blood drain from his face.

  “Margo, what are you doing here?” he asked as he stared right at me and I could only imagine his disappointment of my naked display.

  “Strip”, was all that Margo said.

  “Come on honey, we can come to an arrangement”, Gavin started to say before he was rudely interrupted by an angry Margo.

  “Strip!” she barked and Gavin had no choice but to obey her. He started taking off his white t-shirt that he had earlier worn to the barbecue followed by his khaki shorts. At least the belt was already undone.

  I was dumbfounded as I looked at both husband and wife, I didn’t know what to say but more importantly I didn’t know what Margo’s intention was.

  I watched as Gavin slowly stripped and marveled at his wonderful masculine body. It would have been such a turn on at any other time but I was more scared that Margo might take a blade to a part of Gavin I’ve grown to know so well.

  “Now I want you to get on top of her”, Margo instructed with her gun still pointed at her husband’s back.

  “Margo, really?” Gavin asked before he turned and looked at her. Margo responded by aiming her gun to the roof and firing away twice. Both of us cowered and Gavin rushed over to me and mounted me.

  “I want you to show me how you cheated on me”, Margo went on to say.

  “That would be kind of hard to do. How am I supposed to get up with a gun in my face?” Gavin roared as he looked at his wife disbelievingly. I could feel the instant regret of that statement.

  “Then you might just have to get creative”, Margo replied and pulled a seat that was at arm’s length and watched the two of us even closer. Gavin looked at Margo then looked at me; he must have thought that he was dreaming as he stared at both of us.

  “Today love”, Margo spoke, so calmly, it was eerie.

  “Margo, what are you looking to get from all this? We can always come up with some sort of arrangement” I intervened. Knowing full well it was futile.

  “Shut up, harlot!” she shouted back and pointed the gun at me.

  “I will use this as leverage for the rest of your miserable lives”, Margo announced as she dug into her black trench coat and pulled a cell phone. She fumbled as she tried to get the camera to work and Gavin took this as an advantage. He swiftly lurched over to her and without warning slapped the gun from Margo’s hand. The gun must have gone off as I heard a loud thundering noise envelope the room. I curled myself in a ball on the bed and thought of what was going on.

  “You fool”, Margo shouted and I could hear both of them struggle. They were both on the floor and thanks to the handcuffs I was not in a position to help Gavin. For a woman, Margo put up a strong fight and I only looked up when I saw Gavin get to his feet. His arm was circled around Margo’s neck as they both got to their feet and faced me.

  “Where are the keys?” Gavin asked and I knew he must have been referring to the handcuff.

  “By the table”, Margo whispered in defeat. Gavin walked slowly in reverse to get them. He took them and threw it my way. Margo had only cuffed, my left wrist and I slowly uncuffed my hand and set it free. I sat up and waited for the next course of action, wondering what to do next. The cold air that blew past me from the window reminded me that I was naked and I immediately started fishing around the room for my clothes.

  “Gavin, I thought you loved me”, Margo shouted amidst tears that her eyes couldn’t contain anymore. “How could you do this to me?! Cheat with your own sister?!”

  “In his defense, we are only related through marriage”, I answered. I had somehow gotten my courage back now that the tables had been turned.

  “Have you no shame?!” Margo directed the question at me and again I searched my heart. I tried to feel guilty, maybe Margo’s tears would move me but that was not the case. I felt disturbed but not remorseful, I wanted them to take the dra
ma elsewhere but I was not sorry. I looked around the room and wondered on whether I should leave it or not. It was my house, they were the ones trespassing. Gavin however looked guilty, I guess it was because Margo was the mother of her children and that fact was always impaled in him.

  “I’m sorry”, Gavin mouthed. His arm was still around her neck and she would occasionally struggle to go free.

  “Don’t be babe, she is having an affair with two other men”, I said. I felt jealous and it was an ugly feeling. For the first time in my life I decided not to roll over and get stepped on. I wanted to claim what was mine or what I thought was mine rather.

  “Is that true?” Gavin asked a silent Margo and from the look on her face it looked true. She looked over at me, angry and spat in my way. I looked up at her and had a sinister smile plastered on my face, I felt like a hero or winner of some sort.

  “True or not, I am better off sleeping with whoever I want than the two of you. You are so pathetic, have you no boundaries?!” Margo asked and I knew what she had said was true. I looked at Gavin and searched his face; I couldn’t tell whether he was feeling sorry or remorseful. He had no emotion on his face and I wondered if he was to choose which side he would fall on.

  Margo tried wriggling out of Gavin’s firm grip but it was not so easy for her. I however kept my distance and watched her squirm.

  “The two of you are disgusting!” she went on to say bitterly “I am going to file for divorce and I will let you tell everyone else why. I will make both your lives miserable”.

  “Good luck proving that”, I said.

  “I found out that you have been sleeping with each other for the last three years, do you think I have no evidence?” Margo said.

  Her words got my attention this time and my heart froze for a second. I looked at Gavin and then focused my attention back to Margo. Suddenly she got my interest and from the look on Gavin’s face, his as well.

  I didn’t know what to say and before I could do anything I watched Margo reach into her trench coat and stab Gavin in the thigh. Gavin let out an earsplitting howl as he let go of Margo and fell to the ground.

  She then turned on him and flung the knife again at him, this time into his shoulder. I winced as I listened to Gavin scream again and looked at Margo. She had a dangerously deathly look on her face and without warning I launched my weight forward at her and landed on her back. The knife was still in her hand and the look on Gavin’s worried look got me scared.

  “Let go of me, bitch!” Margo said before swinging the knife towards me. I felt a stinging sharp pain in my left thigh and equally let out a loud scream. I dropped to the floor next to Gavin and could feel myself drift in and out of consciousness. Margo looked at both of us, her knife still perched in her hand with both our blood on her coat. She walked over to where Gavin had made her throw the gun and picked it up.

  She then walked over back to us and looked at us with a disgusted look printed on her face. She pointed the gun to Gavin then back to me and then back to Gavin again.

  “Any last words?” she inquired and the thought of dying all of a sudden rattled me. Who would Shantell be left with if I die?

  “Margo don’t do this, we can come up with some kind of arrangement”, I blurted out.

  “Would you look at that?” She replied “This whole damn time I have not detected a single ounce of remorse in your voice”.

  I felt agitated and nervous as I pondered on her words. Even at that time when I was faced with the possible choice of death I couldn’t get myself to feel sorry for what I had done.

  I turned to Gavin at the sickening thought that this might be the last time I see his face. His lips were white as day, and completely still. My eyes dropped to the floor again and I looked at him, he looked peaceful and I hoped that he was not knocking on heaven’s door. The pain from my thigh was blinding and all I could think about was Shantell and no one else. All the same, I couldn’t get myself to admit that I was sorry and I looked Margo straight in the eye.

  “I am not sorry Margo”, I said resigned and slumped my hands next to my body.

  Margo let out a sinister sarcastic laugh before placing the gun to her temple.

  Click.

  I thought the echo was the most jarring part. The loud thundering sound of the gunshot deafened me and I looked around at the floor. There was blood everywhere and I could not feel my head. My eyes slowly shut as my body lost all control and gave in to the darkness that was enveloping me.

  THE END

  Phoenix Wolf Pack

  A Paranormal Romance

  By: G.P. Joyner

  WARNING: This ebook contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language. It may be considered offensive to some readers. This ebook is for sale to adults ONLY

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  The same bright full moon shone down on two different stories, separate but parallel, their courses are about to veer off drastically and intersect, changing the course of each respective narrative with the oft-forgotten variable of lunar interference.

  In one corridor of the woods, Jessica laid in her bunk at her family's log cabin, peering out through the window at the great white orb that would, unbeknownst to her, play a large part in redirecting the course of her fate.

  Nineteen years of age and an astonishingly beautiful young woman, Jessica had nonetheless tended to lack confidence in herself throughout the entirety of her life. Always shy, always introspective and unwilling to become emotionally invested in what other people were doing, because she never felt that she quite had a right to be present in other people's lives. She was intimidated by others her age, and despite her beauty and poise, it led to an unbearable sense of social hermitage, making her feel as though her best years were slipping by her without any way to prevent their vanishing.

  She was here, now, in the middle of some God forsaken woods, on what supposedly amounted to her family's idea of a vacation, though her family life was more or less a parallel of her social life ninety-nine percent of the time. She came from a family that wasn't particularly wealthy, and she supposed this explained the fact that their idea of a vacation consisted of spending a week in harsher and less civilized conditions than they normally enjoyed in the safety and security of their home. God, she thought, she couldn't even get a cell phone signal out here, not that she needed it, having no one, really, to talk to. But it would have been nice to have had some distraction during this sham of a family outing.

  It wasn't so much even that the environment itself was a problem with her. She supposed, to a certain type of person, nature could be relaxing. And if it was just nature she had to fend off, she was confident she could suck it up and pretend to enjoy herself for one measly week.

  But not with these people...

  Her family drove her insane most days, a group of dysfunctional individuals who were, quite frankly, rather bad people, fighting and arguing and intentionally antagonizing one another almost constantly, never giving a thought to anyone else's perspective but their own, and therefore incredibly unpleasant to be around. In fact, Jessica felt confident, they were probably the reason that she'd never been able to socialize properly, due to a number of factors. For one thing, since no one much cared for her family due to their insufferable attitude, her modest clan had always kept to themselves over the years, depriving her of playmates during her earliest years, and making her eventual entry into the public school system all the more harrowing for her inexperience in dealing with other children.


  What's more, despite the fact that their lives were nothing particularly special, her family had imbued Jessica with something of an exclusionary attitude, densely teaching her never to put up with other people's shit, despite the fact that perhaps the key element of socializing involves doing just that- putting up with shit in order to have your own shit put up with in return.

  So, aside from shyness, she'd never really had a particular desire to do the things other people were doing, because her mind only ever processed what was wrong with people, and not what was good about them.

  Of course, there were a million things she could and did blame her parents for, but at the moment all she wanted to do was survive this trip intact. Her mother and father had been arguing through the entire drive to the cabin, and they'd had to turn around twice to get things they'd forgotten at the house, universally pissing everyone off, yet no one wanting to accept blame for the error. Her little brother Tim, meanwhile, was so engrossed in his pantheon of electronic devices that he couldn't be bothered to engage with the world of the flesh and blood human beings around him, and in the rare event that he did come up for air it was to whine and complain about any number of minute discomforts, about which his protests were so intense and so frequent that one would think he was a martyr sacrificing his life for some great and noble cause.

  They'd gotten lost several times on the way to the cabin today, and the mood in the car on the way here had become so heavy and oppressive that there were times when Jessica thought she might suffocate.

  Now, she laid in bed, exhausted, but sleep endlessly eluding her, as nothing but thoughts of her unshakeable loneliness seemed to creep up on her in bed, sparred on by the glow of the obese full moon.

  Damn her family...

  She felt so alone among them, just like she felt so alone everywhere because of them.

 

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