Page 13 of Buried in Blood
He has trafficked over 540 people in the last four years, and over 647 in the last nine. Meaning he was trafficking well before I shot him. I just wish the bullet had done its fucking job.
We uncovered several videos. Assault, rape, mutilation, girls dancing, a boy getting his ass fucked, girls lying down on the floor. They looked fucking lifeless.
The most fucked up one was a particular flash drive labeled:Cleansing.
It featured a video of a group of people in black cloaks gathered around a fire with a slab at its center.
On the slab laid a man. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two years old. They watched him as he got scorched to death. Not one single person flinched.
It was one of the most fucked up things I have seen, and that says a lot. I have killed many worthy people, but never an innocent fucking man or woman.
“Now we just need to time ourselves right,” I say to Dante.
“I have all of our cameras secured. We will know as soon as they start moving.”
I nod. This couldn’t have gone better.
We sat down thinking of ways to get Damien to move where we could track his movements. We decided if we made our presence known, he would flee. He gets paranoid as fuck.
He doesn’t know that we placed cameras in the trees leading up to his property. As soon as any moves are started, we will be the first to know.
“So what’s our plan from there?” I ask.
He shrugs.
“I don’t fucking know. I didn’t think it’d be this easy to set him up in the first place.”
He’s right. Something about this seems too simple. I need to start thinking like him. I need to figure out what his motive is. And his plan.
I’ll be damned if I let my dead brother kill me.
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Damien
The Orchard just doesn’t sit well with me anymore. I need to fucking move. I know they are watching me. They think they know my plan, but they don’t. I’ll never tell anyone my fucking plan.
I won’t even think about it. That way, no one knows it. Not even me.
No one can be trusted.
Especially not Harmony. She gave in to me so easily. She used to cry. That was my fucking favorite. To see her choking on my cock with tears rolling down her face. Fuck.
Now she’s just a fucking puppy. Waiting for me to give her instructions. Waiting for me to use her.You broke her. You did this to her.No. No, I fucking didn’t.
I pace my office, running my hands through my hair. A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts.
I walk over to the door, opening it. Reese.
“So are we going to talk about what the fuck we are going to do or what?” He asks.
I grab him, pulling him into the room before locking the door behind us.
“Shhh. We can’t tell anybody.” I look at him, my eyes wild with rage. With fear.
He looks at me as if I have lost my mind, but that is the difference between us.
I’m a quick thinker. I can act in the moment. Reese always needs a fucking plan, and he shares it with everyone. That will get him killed.
