10. Sid
SID
D ays have passed. We are closer to my initiation than we are to my breakup.
Time heals all wounds.
This is true for my feet, but my rage and anger still live strongly inside of me, and it’s all directed toward Abi and whoever keeps fucking with me.
Rolling out of bed, I see my babies sleeping peacefully in theirs. My phone buzzes on my nightstand. Peering over, it’s the guys at the gate.
Fortress Protectors
Abi is here for her things.
The audacity of this bitch. She’s lucky I haven’t burned everything, while hexing her soul.
Boss Bitch
I’ll be down with it shortly. Do not let her in.
Once I’ve replied, I throw the phone on my bed so I can’t hear any further buzzing. She can fucking wait.
Diseased bitch.
Every part of me wants to storm into my closet, cut her clothes up, then burn them in a box in front of her. But, petty Sid must take a back seat today, because I have other plans for this bitch. I mean, I can still put on a small show for the good folks, right?
Sliding on my oversized black band tee that hangs just below the knee, I add a pair of tall black leather boots even though I know they’ll hurt my feet.
It doesn’t matter, because I am dressing for revenge.
Looking in the full-length mirror, my hair is disheveled and my makeup from yesterday is a fucking mess, but it goes with my grunge vibe today, though it’s still missing something.
Rummaging through my accessories drawer I find exactly what I need.
It’s vintage, from the nineties, a black tattoo choker.
Putting it on quickly, I take one last look at myself, loving myself right now.
Tugging her clothes off rather aggressively from all the hangers, I hope they stretch in the process while I bunch them into a pile.
I grab a few things she kept in the draws and add them to the mix, not caring how disorganized her things are.
Once satisfied in the collection, I bend down, gathering it all into my arms. The smell of her no longer brings me pleasure, her scent is that of a rotting body on a warm day.
I hate it. I hate her. The stench is strong enough to make me vomit.
Heels click against the wood floor and I use my elbow to push the latch on my door, then my hip to open it.
The bright daylight shines down, warming my skin as I make my way proudly, down the private street to the large, guarded gate.
Leaning against the hood of her car, arms crossed and wearing a scowl, the cunt waits.
The audacity, she has no fucking right to feel an ounce of anger, none. Petty Sid makes an appearance and I slow my pace, smiling in satisfaction. I hear the low chuckle of the guards, which only encourages my behavior. I knew I liked these bastards for a reason.
For the final fifty yards, I add a skip, a hop, to my step along with some humming, and the closer I get to Abi’s nasty-ass face, the stronger her scowl becomes.
Not only is she ugly on the inside, but the outside is directly reflecting it now.
I was blinded by pussy and charm, but now I see her so clearly. Evil, she is pure evil.
“About fucking time,” Abi mumbles, walking toward the gate.
I release the bundle of clothes from my arms onto the warm, dirty cement road and step on them.
Our eye contact doesn’t break, my glare speaks all I care to say to her.
She will not get the satisfaction of hearing my voice or giving a response to her ignorance.
No words will leave my mouth today, I am saving it for the slaughterhouse.
There is a slight gap between the road and bottom of the gate, the tip of my boot nudges the garments up to it, forcing Abi to bend over like a bitch, pull them through, and pick them up. I don’t care if this takes all damn day, this, right now, is for me.
We get to a thick sweater, and Abi reaches, gripping the arm, and pulls with all her might, which isn’t much, and it barely makes a dent.
The bitch doesn’t quit, though, pulling and pulling until her face turns red and sweat begins to bead on her brow, how embarrassing.
I know she wants to walk away but pride won’t allow it.
A pair of hands clap behind me and my head turns to find my brother. I’m thrilled he has come out to support me. Looking back at Abi, she’s let go of the sweater and has risen to her feet.
“Little brother, so glad you could make it.” My face remains neutral, but my mind is confused, why did she call him that?
Abi taunts, “He knew. The entire fucking time, he knew.” My heart drops, my breathing hitches, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my face from reacting.
“We were in some cabin we found abandoned in the woods. Kasey, the redhead, was eating me out and as I was about to cum, my eyes locked with his through the window. He didn’t move, he stayed watching as my orgasm rippled through me.
” Her brows move, encouraging a reaction from either of us, but if this is a game of chicken, I’m winning.
Her petite hands wrap around the thick bars of the front gate, her pathetic face peering through the gaps, and do fuck I wish she was in jail, and those were the bars to her cell.
“Blaise, you got off to it too, didn’t you?”
Please, brother, do not take the bait, I plead internally, hoping he can feel it.
His feet crunch against the loose gravel, his footsteps stopping as he arrives next to me, placing his arm around my shoulders in solidarity. I am so fucking pissed, but we will not show weaknesses in public.
Abi’s voice becomes husky. “Did you touch your dick while thinking about me? I got you so fucking hard, didn’t I? It’s why each time we were in the cabin you would watch, isn’t it?”
Please, brother, keep biting your tongue.
Gently Blaise squeezes my shoulder in reassurance while Abi continues her taunting.
“It’s a shame you found out when you did. I wasn’t quite done with you and your precious little club.” It’s the last thing she says before turning around and speeding off in her vehicle.
Once she is out of sight, I throw my brother’s arm off me. “You fucking knew? The entire time?” I shout, it’s a mixture of rage and hurt. How dare he ?
“This is why I didn’t tell you, I knew you would get pissed.” He is such a man.
My entire being shakes uncontrollably. “I knew you left the tape. It was your writing on the label,” I spit, adding, “I’m your sister.
We bled for each other. We promised each other.
Fuck with Dad, sure. But me? How could you?
” I look down at my scarred palm, where a single line rises from scar tissue from the oath we made to each other years ago as kids.
Does it mean anything to him anymore? Is he so lost that he has forgotten?
“I know…” He pauses as my words finally sink in, knowing he’s wrong. “Fuck. Sometimes the shit with Dad bleeds over to you. I’m sorry, sister.” His face drops, he is genuinely ashamed.
There’s one more thing I need to fucking know, my words are hushed so he can only hear. “Were the bodies you?”
He looks back up at me confused. “What bodies?”
“Tash’s on my car the other night, cauterized and carved? The limbs from the pest at the Slaughterhouse, you said you would take care of? And the notes with burnt edges?”
Blaise’s head shakes slowly. “No, I swear it. Not me. I promise.”
I nod my head as my mind races. “If I find out you're lying, keeping secrets from me again after protecting you, you are dead to me, understand? I will not stop him from hurting you. Dead to me, dead to the world.” My words are harsh, but truthful. He’s hurt me deeply and I can’t allow it to happen again.
I need to protect myself, my heart, and my family, including my found family. The Devil’s Society.
“You fucking knew this bitch was hurting your sister and you just watched?” Shit. It’s Dad.
“Get out of here,” I urge my brother, but he never backs down from a challenge with our dad.
Looking up the street, Dad is marching toward us with his baseball bat in hand, pointing it at my brother. “You have crossed the fucking line, turning your back on family is un-fucking-forgivable.”
Blaise looks at me like a deer in the headlights. “How did he know?”
I nod toward the guards and he grabs the roots of his hair. “Fuck!”
Through gritted teeth so my dad doesn’t see, I say it once more. “Get out of here.” And he does. Spinning around quickly, Blaise races through the guard stand and out the other side and into the thick brush.
“PUSSY!” Dad shouts, standing in the middle of the road.
“Sid, come by later, your mom will want to see you,” he states before turning on his heel and walking back home.
Dad knows all about violence and protecting his family, not comfort.
And as much as they hate each other, my dad would protect my brother in a heartbeat if needed.
I look at the guards who are acting like they are minding their business, and hiss, “Traitors.”
A bunch of, “Sorry, miss,” follow, so I decide to remind them, “You may as well start calling me Diablo. Get used to it, fuckers. Initiation is coming.” The threat is subtle, but they get it.
Leaving the clothing on the ground, they can clean that shit up, I begin to skip back home, hoping my brother is going to be okay.
To the left of me, I hear someone in the bushes.
“Psst, Ms. Sid.” It stops me in my tracks.
Turning my head, Rogers’s face pokes out and I nearly erupt in laughter.
Before I can, he puts his finger to his lips and nods for me to follow him, and I do.
I trust Rogers with my life along with Jack’s and Sally’s, and that level of trust is indescribable.
“Rogers, I am not in the right shoes for a hike,” I whisper playfully, but I also very much mean it.
“We are going to the security room inside your grandfather’s, don’t worry, Ms. Sid.”
Why couldn’t he just text me to meet him there? I mean, this is kind of cool, stealth mode and all, as it helps keep my day interesting. Well played, Rogers.
Creeping through the shrubs and foliage, we reach the end and step out onto my Papa’s driveway and make our way inside through the side entrance, which is closer to the security area this way.
Rogers is a master of information gathering online and through the connections he has built throughout the years. I admire him tremendously.
Stepping inside, he enters a code onto the control panel and a retinal scanner scans his eyes before the door unlocks. Opening it, we are welcomed by a dozen screens, all split into four frames, each capturing every inch of our town, and the compound.
“Please take a seat.” I do as I continue to scan each screen. Rogers clicks away on some buttons and an image of my house takes up the monitor before me. This sneaky bastard, he knew I would be irresponsible when it came to getting shit fixed.
“I had backup cameras installed around your property, Ms. Sid. I knew you wanted to be responsible for your own security on your property, but not having extra precautions in place would have kept me up at night,” he explains.
I place my hand on top of his and reassure Rogers that I’m not upset, I am grateful. “Thank you.”
“I found a note in your grandfather’s office, burnt ends with threats of unease.” That’s one way of putting it. “It had me curious, Ms. Sid.” His other hand presses the space bar on the keyboard, and a clear video plays from the night I found Tash, causing my jaw to drop, horrified.
“It wasn’t your brother, look.”
Oh my fucking god.
I pull up my phone and dial the person I know who can help me, and as they answer, I say four simple but powerful words when coming from a Sinclair. “I need a favor.”