17. Talon
Talon
The night drags on, as I sit outside of the house noisy with music, screaming, and the most depraved debauchery you can imagine. I haven’t seen Henry or Banks, so I’m guessing they didn’t come, even though they could both use a little debauchery in their lives.
I pull out the cell phone the boys at the front didn’t take and look through the shitty images I got from Cin’s little show. I know she did it to fuck with me, Toby’s still convinced she’s a victim of some sort, and is choosing to do anything he can to help her get under my skin.
Originally I thought I’d send it to Cody from this burner, but I want to see his face when he sees who she really is.
A red head stumbles from the back door and spots me, “hey Fish Boy,” she starts.
“Don’t call me that,” I snarl, she just giggles and falls into my lap. I knew I should have left when Cin did, high females don’t make my dick hard.
Dumping her out of my lap I circle the side of the house and gather my phone, the one that has three missed calls from Diego.
That piques my interest, he never wants to talk, much less to me. He might be the only other bastard on the planet that’s as gruff as I am.
The phone rings and rings, I consider hanging up, but at the last minute Diego answers, “kid.”
“What do you know?”
“You with your brothers?” He questions.
“No,” I’ve never been with them when I call.
“I’ll email you what I found,” he sounds exhausted as usual, burning the midnight oil, “all of you.”
Walking at a fast clip I get back to the dorm to find Henry and Banks passed out on their beds.
I don’t wake them. Sleep is hard to come by and they look like they need it. Our phones chime at the same time, but I’m the only one to open the email right away since Toby is still at the Bunny Patch.
Typing in my password for the encrypted file he created, I pull up the images he sent. At first they don’t make sense until I see a duplicate of her birth certificate. This one has her father’s name and signature.
Something that wasn’t on the first one Diego found.
Cinnamon Morgan Castillo.
Born to Lorraine Morgan and Serge Castillo.
Okay, so he found her father. Or the man who donated sperm, perhaps? The rest of the email attachments are newspaper clippings and videos from news outlets. I zero in on one that immediately draws my attention.
‘Castillo, first name Serge, was found guilty in the attempted murder of his two year old daughter, along with a large following that, sources claim, may or may not have been a cult.’
I continue reading, everything in here suggests Serge was the leader of some kind of devil worshipers.
Going so far as trying to murder his own daughter?
I knew it!
I. Fucking. Knew. It…
She’s a fucking cult leader’s daughter, and that scar on her neck… the one she tries to hide, it’s the mark of the devil himself.