Sweet Revenge (Vengeance Unhinged #1)

Prologue

Moth

The darkness had a way of consuming me, not by shouting loudly, but with a simple whisper. A continuous murmur of memories that ate at my soul.

And most nights, I begged for them to shut the fuck up.

The vibration and roar of the motorbike engine between my legs was the only thing that made me feel alive. It wasn't enough tonight, though. The pain ate too deep and I couldn't stand it any longer.

As the shadowy trees grew thicker, lining the concrete road, I wound the bike towards the bridge... towards my end.

An image of my friends, my brothers, came into my mind. I pushed them away, not wanting to feel guilty for going too soon. Our vow, to end our lives and join my dead twin, would come to pass as soon as those on our hit list were dead.

There were only a handful left, they could do it without me.

Except, there was one man's face I had wanted to watch as the life left his eyes. The man who had forced us into his cult, ruining us one by one, until there was no humanity left within us. No humanity for the depraved, anyway. Those were the people who needed to die.

Shaking my head free of those thoughts, I pulled my bike up beside the bridge. It was silent when my engine cut out, the echo ringing in my ears. I'd stood on this very spot, the day we'd escaped the cult, and sworn, with my friends, to end it all once we'd finished what we would start.

My twin, my real brother, waited for us in the afterlife, I was sure.

“It's time,” I muttered as I climbed off the bike and strode to the bridge's edge.

There was a low stone wall topped by thick metal railings, high enough to stop those less determined than I.

I stood for a moment, looking over to the train tracks in the valley below.

Some would say that it would be a waste of a life, a shame that I didn't feel I could just talk to someone.

There was no one to talk to, not about the thoughts and memories that haunted my brain.

I wasn't the type to make friends or fall in love. I wasn't alone in the world, but I couldn't feel anything. Nothing except pain, anyway.

And that was about to end.

Reaching up, I took hold of the railings.

It was time.