Worshipped (Worshipped Series Book 1) (30 page)

I think back to that night, and I try to remember what I was purposely making myself forget. At least that is what my therapist keeps telling me. I don’t want to, but I go back to that night.

I was tied to that damned chair and I was working on getting my hands free. No one was watching me as I worked hard getting one hand free. I remember Conner crawling to the other man holding a gun at Isaac while Detective James had his gun pointed at Dominic. And as clear as day it hits me…

Detective James had his gun pointed at Dominic saying, “It’s over, Dominic. Drop your weapon and put your hands behind your head.”

Dominic laughed and I watched as Detective James pointed his gun right at Isaac and fired. That’s when I screamed, and then I saw the detective turn his gun to Dominic and pulled the trigger. Then the detective shot the other man Conner was going for…

I look at Isaac, he knows I remember what happened. “Holy fucking hell…”

Isaac puts his arm around me as he tells Conner, “It was Detective James who shot me.”

I walked out of Riley’s house with a new purpose. I knew that fucker Isaac knew it was me who shot him. I also knew he would tell that other fucker Conner. I’m still not sure why Isaac never came forward with that piece of information, but I would be damned if he ever spoke of it. I had a plan brewing, and I was not going to go down for that shit.

The day I found out I was Dominic Lufrand’s son, my world fell into place. Of course as a child I had heard of the notorious drug lord. My mother used to tell stories of how he murdered children and then laughed. Or how he would torture his victims for days before finally killing them in the most brutal ways known. My mother thought she would take me away from my father and keep me hidden. I knew my mother was raped by Dominic, and he never knew I existed until he was in prison. I went to see him after my mother finally told me the truth. Yes I had to torture it out of her, but I eventually found out.

To say Dominic was surprised to find out about me was putting it lightly. At first he didn’t believe me. Then I showed him a picture of my mother around the time she was raped. He instantly remembered her then. He said, “Oh yes. I never forget a fun fuck.”

I laughed with him. My father and I were one in the same.

As a child I would get off on torturing the neighbors cats. I would rip their heads off, and break their limbs in different places. My mother thought she could “cure” me. Ha, there was nothing wrong with me. I eventually learned how to keep my activities secret. My mother thought I had gotten better and life was perfect.

Once I helped my father escape prison, we had a plan set in motion. We were supposed to kill Isaac and Conner and get back into the drug game. I wanted in; I wanted all that power and money my father had. Things changed when we found them. I had Lance follow their every movement, getting to know their routines and how they acted. That Riley was a hot piece of ass. Her girlfriend Cammie was also fun to play with. Yes I killed her, and I enjoyed every second. She was not my first human kill, but she was the second woman I’ve killed. That made her special to me. That’s why I took such good care of her.

I started to notice how my father had become sloppy with everything he did. I was getting harder and harder to cover his tracks and not let anyone know at the station know what I was up to. It was a great plan to become a cop. Much easier to keep the pigs off your back when you wanted to make a kill.

I decided my father had to go. He had lost his touch while in prison and I was tired of cleaning up after him. And after he ordered that fucking bar to be burnt, I lost it. That was a bitch to clean up. Of course my father thought it was funny and he didn’t realize what I had planned for him.

That plan didn’t go exactly how it was supposed to, but in the end it was my finger that pulled that trigger. I had followed Isaac and Conner all over Texas. They were on Jason’s ass, another loose end I needed to end. Jason had gone soft for that bitch Karen. He needed to die right along with my father. But then my father went and kidnapped Riley, messing up everything. I had no choice but to follow Isaac and Conner back to California. I would have to find Jason later. Right now I had Lance watching them.

I followed Isaac and Conner to our warehouse. Why the fuck did my father bring them here? After I dealt with my father, there were going to be cops every fucking where. I stopped thinking about what would happen and decided to just go with my plan.

Isaac was being held by gunpoint by a man I was not familiar with. Another problem my father continued to make. Hiring random fucking strangers to do all the work was not how the plan was supposed to work. Anyways, I decided the bitch Riley could do without one of her boy toys. I shot Isaac right in the stomach, thinking he would bleed out. Then I turned the gun to my father. Yes he was surprised, but at the same time I know he was expecting it. I could also tell he was proud of the man I had become. I pulled the trigger and then shot the other loose end. I heard Riley scream and Conner was right behind me. I did not need my cover blown, so I stupidly knelt down and put pressure on Isaac’s wound.

I should have just shot Conner and that bitch Riley. That would have made my day so much easier. But the paperwork would have taken forever.

Now I had another problem.

Isaac knew and Jason was in the wind. If I couldn’t get that sick bastard to come work for me I was going to kill his pretty bitch while fucking her. Of course I would make him watch as I made his bitch scream my name. And if that didn’t work, I had one more ace up my sleeve that I knew Jason could not walk away from.

All I wanted for the night was to pick up a hooker and go back to a motel room. Hookers made the best play things. My plan was slowly coming together and I was a man who got everything he wanted. Fuck the rest and the consequences. Either they all did what I wanted, or they all fucking die. A slow and painful death

To be continued