Distortion: Shades Of Resolution Part 17

Alden smiled s.a.d.i.s.tically. "f.u.c.k you," he said as he spit blood out on the ground.

Nate released another shot, again into his leg, and Alden cried out and dropped down on his knee.

"Tell me!" Nate screamed.

"She was a cheating wh.o.r.e. She deserved what she got. Every f.u.c.king second of it," Alden said cold-heartedly. Each second drew out longer than she thought possible as each bullet jolted his body until he dropped to the ground. Nate had released the entire round into him.

Stephanie couldn't take her eyes off him as she just watched his lifeless body. She wondered if this nightmare was ever going to end. The world didn't feel the same. The evil of the world had ripped her veil of happiness away and she didn't know what to think of it anymore.

"Thank you, Stephanie," Nate said, kneeling down beside her after an unidentifiable amount of time pa.s.sed. She felt like she had been drifting for hours.

"Thank you for what? Stabbing someone?" Stephanie said in disbelief.

"It was him or us," Nate said, nudging her shoulder with his.

"It's not that simple." Stephanie shook her head. "That little girl lost her mother and now her father is gone."

"She has her grandparents. She'll be fine. Trust me, that little girl is better off not knowing who her father really was," Nate said without remorse.

"How did you know?" Stephanie asked.

"I had a feeling. I know he's involved in this Stodden s.h.i.t somehow. He was as ruthless as the rest of them. I just have to find out the how part."

"I don't even know what to say," Stephanie confessed as she leaned back against the car.

Nate stood up and walked around to the driver's side of the car and returned a few seconds later with his phone. Stephanie watched numbly as he dialed a number and placed the phone against his ear. "I need to speak with Detective Haffey."

Stephanie pushed off the car and barely stood up before she threw up all over the ground, barely missing Nate's feet.

CHAPTER.

TWENTY-SIX.

Sabine "You always were the soft one, brother," Sabine said as she picked up a bottle of red wine that sat next to a collection of empties and pulled the cork out. She brought it to her nose before she tipped it to her lips.

The kitchen was a ghost of what it had been. It would have once been standing proud as the cherished home of an upper cla.s.s family. The fine details were still present under a thick layer of dust and grime. It was once a trophy of success but now remained abandoned after something horrific tainted it. The home must had once brought envy to the neighbors but now it stood as a reminder that nothing is what it seems.

People stayed away from this house, and that was exactly why Sabine decided it was the perfect place. The real estate agent jumped at the chance to rent it, and after she discussed terms, he agreed to let the paperwork slide. Sabine smiled to herself how easy it was to convince him to let her stay here unofficially.

s.e.x could make any man bend, it was almost too easy. Just like all the ones before him it didn't matter if he wore a ring, it didn't matter who was waiting at home. Men were weak creatures, and if it didn't serve her so well she would be disgusted by the fact that they swayed too easily from their morals. She enjoyed s.e.x just as much as the next person, but it would never make her lose sight of her goal.

"Are you gonna drink the rest of the bottle?" Flint complained. He was standing with his back against the wall and his arms folded across his chest.

"I might save you a drop," Sabine teased as she watched him with a tilt of her head. She tapped her fingers on the side of the bottle as she revisited old memories. "Do you remember all those rodents and disgusting little insects you used to collect and keep in boxes in your room?"

"Where the f.u.c.k are you going with this, Sabine? I don't want to drag up old ghosts." Flint rubbed his forehead. The dark circles under his eyes showed his stress.

"I still remember the look on your face when you came home and saw the pile of boxes in the backyard. Dad was pouring lighter fluid all over them. You begged him to stop. You were crying and screaming," Sabine said thoughtfully. "And then whoosh." She waved her arms to mimic the fire. "Our f.u.c.king father lit up all those little b.a.s.t.a.r.ds you loved so much." Sabine walked closer to her brother. He stared at her and she could feel his anger starting to bubble under his skin. Sabine pointed to the ceiling. "That little b.i.t.c.h upstairs is your pet and Stodden is our father. It's a cycle you can't seem to break. It's only a matter of time before he destroys you. Just like our father did. Every. Single. Day. Take my advice now and walk away. You give people too much power over you."

"I was ten years old," Flint said as he narrowed his eyes.

"What's your excuse now? You've been trying to win Stodden's approval for years just like you did with Father. It's pathetic."

"Shut the f.u.c.k up, Sabine. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?"

Sabine wasn't surprised when she felt the sting of her brother's hand across her face. She smiled and wiped the back of her hand across her lips and saw blood just as she began to taste the copper on her tongue.

She held up the bottle of wine and Flint grabbed it from her hand. He downed the rest before tossing the empty bottle across the room. They both watched it shatter against the wall and rain down on the floor.

"I'm the only one who really cares about you, Flint. If you're not gonna do what needs to be done, then I will. Just like I always have."

"What did you do?" Flint narrowed his eyes. His words sounded like poison as they dripped from his lips.

Sabine placed her hands on her hips and gave him a sly smile. She knew it was only a matter of time before her plan became obvious. The look on her brother's face would be priceless. "What the f.u.c.k did you do, Sabine? Answer me," Flint demanded as he grabbed for her shoulders. His grip dug painfully into her skin, but she would never let him know it. She would never show anyone weakness; not even to her brother, the only person she truly cared about. Sabine watched his eyes widen slightly before his hands slid down her arms, falling to his sides. He looked down at his uncooperative hands, trying to flex his fingers.

"Sabine..." Flint tried to force the words from his mouth but his tongue would no longer cooperate. He began to stumble and Sabine caught him under the arms before he dropped to the ground.

"It will be all right, Flint." Sabine helped guide him down to the floor and then propped him against the wall. "You were right, your little science experiments do come in handy." Sabine tapped him on the side of the face. "I didn't know how much to give you, so I may have gone overboard. You might have one h.e.l.l of a headache when you come out of this, brother."

Sabine leaned back on her heels and looked at Flint leaning against the wall. She could tell by the look in his eyes he was livid. "You pushed me to it. I can't let you make this mistake." Sabine stood up and ran her hands over her face and then looked down at her fingers. "You know I can still feel his blood on my hands." A strangled laugh escaped her.

"Part of me hated you for constantly trying to impress Father. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve anything. That night...that night when he found out you had scratched his car. I stopped him. I knew he was angry. I did what I had to. You know that, right? That I did it for you." Sabine bit her tongue hard to stop any emotion from appearing. "When they released me all those years later I hated the fact that you had found another b.a.s.t.a.r.d to crawl in the shadow of. You have to get your s.h.i.t together, Flint, so I don't have to keep coming to your rescue.

"Neil!" Sabine screamed. She grabbed a pack of smokes off the kitchen table and stalked toward the stairs. She pulled a smoke from the pack and placed it on her lips and lit it with the lighter that was shoved inside the pack. She pulled the smoke deep inside her lungs and let it calm her. "Neil!" she belted again as she started up the steps.

"Yes! What the f.u.c.k, Sabine?" Neil answered, coming out of the room they were keeping Lexie in as she neared the top of the steps.

"We're going ahead," she informed him as she walked into one of the other bedrooms at the top of the stairs.

"How'd you get Flint on board?" Neil asked, following her inside.

Sabine spun around. "I didn't, exactly."

"What did you do?" Neil asked with a cunning smile turning up his lips.

"What needed to be done." Sabine picked up her cell phone and began scrolling through the numbers but paused when Neil dropped to his knees in front of her. "What are you up to?" Sabine asked with narrowed eyes.

Neil ran his fingers up the inside of her bare leg. "You're so s.e.xy when you get like this. You know what it does to me," Neil said as he leaned in and kissed her thigh before he bit her skin, gently pulling with his teeth.

Sabine leaned back against the desk behind her and a sensual moan escaped her lips as he pushed up her skirt. His fingers dug into her flesh as he moved slowly up the inside of her legs. His exploration tugged directly on her s.e.x. A sensual heat flamed deep in her core as he rubbed her center with rough fingers.

"f.u.c.k, no panties. You are one h.e.l.l of a woman."

"You know I hate that f.u.c.king word," Sabine gasped as she threw her head back.

"Panties." He chuckled before sliding his fingers deep inside of her until he filled her. Sabine grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. She could see excitement flare wildly in his eyes.

"Don't say that f.u.c.king word or I will cut you," Sabine threatened before shoving his face between her legs. "Now stop talking and make me come."

Neil thrust his fingers deep inside her, over and over, his warm mouth and tongue pulling at her sensitive flesh. She could feel the pleasure dripping from her, she could see her wetness on his lips and face as he eagerly gorged on her. It took a little guidance, but Neil was so pliable that it didn't take him long to know exactly how she like to be pleased.

The numbing heat began to flood her legs and soon she felt as if she were floating, completely unattached to the world for the brief moment until pleasure snapped through her. The haze immediately began to dissipate. She had always thought a good o.r.g.a.s.m was like a reboot to a system. Her thoughts were clearer and her body was now recharged.

Sabine lifted her leg and placed her foot on his shoulder, pushing him back. He dropped back on his heels, looking up at her like a puppy waiting for a command. Her release was smeared across his face. If she had more time she would draw this out longer, but she knew time was limited. She needed to get in touch with her buyer and make sure the meeting was going ahead as planned.

Sabine stood up, straightened her skirt, and picked up her phone.

"What about me?" Neil asked, biting his lip seductively. His erection was straining against his pants. It wouldn't faze her to leave him unsatisfied but she wanted him to have a clear head.

"Touch yourself," Sabine demanded.

Neil hesitated for a moment before he grabbed the buckle of his belt and unfastened his pants. He shoved his jeans down his legs, releasing his throbbing erection. He wrapped his hand around his length and slowly worked his hand up and down the length. His mouth opened slightly, showing the pleasure that was reeling through him.

"Faster," Sabine ordered him.

His strokes began to quicken as his eyes stayed locked on hers. Sabine grabbed his chin, shoving her thumb in his mouth and squeezed. "Faster."

She could feel his body tighten, every muscle constrict in antic.i.p.ation as she gazed deep into his l.u.s.t-filled eyes. He clamped his teeth down on her thumb and she could feel the vibration of his moan that worked its way up from his chest as he growled out in release, his c.u.m spraying on the floor in front of him.

Sabine hit send on the phone and ran her hand down the front of her shirt, making sure her clothes were in order.

"Sabine," the voice answered on the other end of the line. "I was wondering when I'd hear from you."

"7:00 p.m. at the abandoned sawmill on c.u.mberland."

"I think we can make that work," he answered.

"If you're not there, the goods are going to the next buyer I have lined up," Sabine said dryly.

"Noted. See you soon, Sabine."

Sabine hit end and looked down at Neil, still lazily stroking himself. His head hung low with his eyes closed as he recovered.

"Clean that up," Sabine said as she stalked out of the room. "We need to get ready to leave."

CHAPTER.

TWENTY-SEVEN.

Jackson The unmarked cube van was parked just under the overpa.s.s, out of sight from the occasional car that could be heard pa.s.sing overhead. The driver was slouched down in his seat, the glow from his phone highlighting his features in the dim light.

Jackson shook his head when he saw who had been sent to meet them. He pulled his car to a stop behind the truck and killed the engine.

"f.u.c.k. It's Crisler," Jackson muttered.

"Do you want me to handle him?" Dane asked.

"Let's just get this over with." Jackson swung his door open and stepped out. He walked up to the back of the truck and hit the overhead door. The sound echoed around them from the concrete enclosure of the bridge. He was not looking forward to dealing with Tom Crisler. The man thought he was G.o.d's gift to the police force and had it in for Jackson.

Jackson knew Crisler was always sniffing around, trying to find anything that indicated he stepped outside the lines. Trying to uncover Jackson's dirty secrets seemed to have become an obsession for the man. Little did he know that if he looked in the right places, he would find a jackpot of evidence to lock Jackson away for life. Jackson knew he was already living on borrowed time.

"Who'd you blow to get this little delivery?" Crisler said as he came around the back. An obnoxious grin was painted on his face as he crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the truck.

"Why? You looking for a promotion?" Jackson asked impatiently. He wanted the exchange to be over as quickly as possible.

"I don't swing that way. Though, I always knew you and Giles had some twisted thing going on."

Jackson stepped forward with his fists clenched tight. He could practically taste blood he was so angry. Dane grabbed him by the arm, stopping him.

"That's the only thing that makes sense with all the s.h.i.t you get away with." Crisler continued to throw fuel on the fire.

"Why the f.u.c.k did Giles send you?" Dane asked.

"You should know that Giles hasn't been in the last few days since you are all so cozy. Glenshaw wants me to find out what's going on. We both smell the s.h.i.t in the situation and want to know what's really going on here."

"The only s.h.i.t I smell is you. Now, open the f.u.c.king truck," Jackson demanded.

"Tell Glenshaw not to get his hopes up. He won't be taking Giles' job anytime soon." Dane shook his head.

Crisler's obnoxious smile carved deeper into his face. "Why the f.u.c.k did Giles set you two up with a s.h.i.tload of weapons, anyway?"

"Don't you wish you had the authority to know? Now open the f.u.c.king truck," Jackson demanded.