A/N: This chapter brings back a reference that was made earlier in the book, about Michael having a ‘’darker’’ side that the others don’t like. Just wanted to put in a little reminder here in case anyone has forgotten and this chapter doesn’t make sense. _____________________________________________________________ Chapter Eighty TwoMichael’s Point of View The sunlight invading the room was enough to wake me up. I squinted my eyes as I opened them, letting them adjust to the bright light and desperately trying to search for my phone at the same too. My hand found it and I pulled it to my face, checking the time. It was just after 9 am. Jesus Christ. I couldn’t even remember what happened last night. I looked around the room and realized I was in my own bedroom. I was laying on my bed, but still fully clothed. As soon as memories from last night started returning, an intense pain flared up in my head, making me groan. A hangover. An incredibly large and painful hangover. Ouc
Chapter Eighty ThreeLuke’s Point of View Arriving home, Peyton was sitting in the den, Cartoons on the TV, Jenson was in his bouncer and Kacey was on Pey’s lap, clapping along to the tv. I just stood there for afew minutes, watching. My perfect little family. They meant everything to me, and now that includes Jenson. I mean, it did before, of course, but now we’re just one step closer to it all being official. Things were moving so fast, but I guess that's for the best, given the current situation… and the mental state of Mike right now. After a few minutes though, Pey realized I was standing there and looked up, smiling. ‘Oh, Look, Kacey, it's daddy!’. She held the baby up to me and she instantly started making happy gurgling noises. I took her from Peyton and held her close, placing a kiss on her head. ‘You were gone before I got up’. ‘Yeah, I know, but I looked in on the kids’. She smiled. ‘I know you would have... Where did you go?’ ‘To see Mike’. Her smile faded a little
Chapter Eighty Four Luke’s Point of View Rushing downstairs with Kacey, I had to get to the house and speak to the others. NOW. Clearly hearing me coming, Peyton was already standing, arms folded waiting for me. I practically ran into the room and passed the baby to her mother. Instantly seeing my reaction, her’s changed too; ‘Luke, what’s wrong?’ I didn’t answer her, I just grabbed my jacket and headed to the front door again. A Few moments later, Peyton was following me. She didn’t have Kacey with her, and reached out for my arm, stopping me. ‘Hey! Talk to me’. ‘I don’t have time, there's a gang emergency’. ‘Gang emergency?!’ She snapped, clearly both angry and offended at my secret keeping. It's best she doesn’t know. ‘Please, I’ll explain what I can later’. I went to leave, but again she stopped me. I could feel myself starting to get agitated with her, but I needed to calm down and remember I wasn’t mad at her. ‘No, Explain now’. I turned to look at her and sighed.
Authors Note: This chapter contains some detailed chapters of murder/torture and a mention of s*xual Assault that is not described but is mentioned so skip over it if you don’t want to read that sort of thing, although you’re probably reading the wrong book if you’re triggered by anything like that. Just remember this is all just FICTION. Happy reading :) There are many more chapters to come! ------------------------------------------------------ Chapter Eighty Five Michael’s Point of View I stood in an alleyway, not even hidden, but this was a bad part of town. Even in broad daylight something terrible could happen in front of witnesses and no one cared enough to help, call the police or even look twice. Perfect place for someone like me to roam….But also, it meant that victims were few and far between. Never mind, I was a patient man on a mission, I could wait. …and I did. For a long time, but when it looked like I was out of luck.. my luck suddenly changed; ‘..I think
Chapter Eighty Six Michael’s Point of View Leaving the body on the table in the ‘’work room’’ as we all called it, I headed back to the living room, picking up the scraps of her ripped clothing before sitting down. Throwing the ruined material on the coffee table, I could suddenly feel the sleepless night creeping in. I pulled out my phone and shot Damon a text message, asking if he was able to come and pick me up from the cabin. I wanted to get home, shower and sleep but I didn’t trust myself to get behind the wheel right now. I didn’t trust that I wouldn’t crash… and a crash would bring Police. No thanks! While I waited for him to respond, I got thinking… She had a phone. She was on it when I heard her in the street. Where was it? I couldn’t risk it being tracked or something when people realize she’s missing which... If she had a husband and children as she claimed, they would have already. I got up and headed out to the car. She had it when I took her but she certainly
A/N Sorry for the late chapter and I’m sorry it's a short one, just been hella busy the past few days. More to come in afew hours :) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Eighty Seven **Afew weeks later** Luke’s Point of ViewQuite a bit of time has passed and things were only getting worse. Michael was just completely off the rails. I thought things were bad before (They were) but they are MUCH worse now. I think even Damon is starting to realize just how bad he’s lost control of himself, his impulses, and literally everything. It's just.. Insane. HE’S insane. If it wouldn’t come back to bite me on the ass, given my not so legal history, I would actually shop him to the cops for the crap he’s doing, at least behind bars he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone anymore... And it wouldn’t even be for the women he’s killing so frequently, dangerously frequently, it's because he’s scaring me, he’s scaring my family, and he’s scaring the guys.
Author's Note: So anyone wondering, a lot of the chapters are in Luke’s Point of view because then you get an insight about how the people around Mike are being affected by his actions, it will all make sense soon. Also, I’m sorry if this chapter was a little slow/boring, the next one will be better. I had this whole chapter written (it was longer) but my computer crashed and I lost the whole thing, So I just wrote what I could remember so I could get an upload posted. Sorry again, but more to come. ______________________________________________________Chapter Eighty EightLuke’s Point of View I made the short walk down from my house to the other one. It was both convenient and seemingly now bad, that they lived so close. Maybe if they didn’t Peyton wouldn’t have had to go away.. ..Who am I kidding, they still wouldn’t have been safe in LA. I shook the thought away and walked into the house, greeting the guys, minus Mike and Joey, who were sitting down in the living room. ‘Hey,
Chapter Eighty Nine Luke’s Point of View I stayed a little while longer and spoke to Thomas and Joey about everything and they were in complete and utter agreement with me. Mike needs to go before he brings any unwanted Police attention to any of us. If he was happy with causing trouble and catching a Police investigation, then that's his choice. Not ours. ‘You need to be careful too. You can’t have him at your Cabin anymore either’. Joey told Tom, and he just nodded, ‘Like I have to head back to Texas soon and make sure there's absolutely nothing around the property that can bring attention to me’. Shit, yeah, I didn’t think about that. Alot of crimes have been committed on Joey’s properties too… again, by all of us so that once again brings the light onto us too. It’s all just way too fucking risky! ‘You know, all the girls he’s killed have amazing similarities to Ella, That could be a problem if the Police cotton on. It ties them all together, god knows how many Victims