Chapter Seventy Nine Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, I headed back to my room, but faintly through the walls, I could still hear a baby crying, even over the music. I turned it up louder and it seemed to work... For a little while until someone started pounding on my door. I ignored it, so they just opened it anyway and walked in. ‘Woah! Do you fucking mind!?’ I yelled, seeing it was Peyton, it only added to my annoyance. ‘What do you want?!’ I snapped. ‘Do you think you can turn your crap down? It's upsetting the kids’. I shrugged, not caring. ‘Fine, I’ll do it’. She walked over and tried to turn it off, but I grabbed her wrist, harshly, stopping her. She yanked her arm away, yelling that I was hurting her. ‘Don’t touch my fucking stuff again’. I warned her. She cradled her wrist but looked furious. I really didn’t care. ‘This isn't your house, this isn’t your business so get the fuck out!’. ‘I’m looking after your fucking child, talk to
Chapter EightyLuke’s Point of View I stayed at the house for hours, waiting for Mike to come home. I didn’t even know if he would or if he would be out hunting once again. Apparently, it's what he spends all his time doing these days. How did I not see how deeply he had spiralled out of control until now? Sure, there was something ‘’off’’ and I had my suspicions... Many suspensions in fact but... Why didn’t he tell me? Was what the guys said true? Did Mike feel the same? Does he think I’ve.. changed and I'm not the same guy I was? Well.. wasn’t, I had my family now, but then the guys' words just rang in my ears over and over. That was the point. One by one the guys left for the evening to go and do whatever they had planned, but I stayed in, waiting. Even when Peyton told me she was taking the kids home for dinner, bath and bedtime, I still waited. All day. All evening. He didn’t come home. I was starting to get tired and to be honest annoyed that I just felt like I wa
Chapter Eighty One Luke’s Point of View I was absolutely stunned by Mike’s comment and confession. I knew he was struggling and wasnt connecting with his son but to outright decide to give him up? I just couldn’t understand it. How could a father do that? …and then I realized. He wasn’t a father. He hadn’t bonded with Jenson. Looked after him, loved him. Hell, I was more of a father to that boy than he was… and then the pain of losing him set in. I had grown really attached to him in the time he had been living with me and Peyton, before then even. We had been looking after him pretty much since the day he was born, the thought of Mike sending him away, giving him up and putting him into the care of someone else... It didn’t seem right. I didn’t want Mike to do something now that he would regret later, but at the rate, he was going and the path he was currently going down... I wasn’t even sure if there would be a ‘’later’’ for Michael. He was lost and I honestly didn't know if
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