Twisted Justice

by Danielle James

  “You have an 8:30 speech at the food pantry in Tampa, have you looked over your notes? If not, I’ve taken the liberty to make some notes on key points to touch on.” I was floored. This girl took the initiative to search out my schedule on her own, and she did research and made notes.

  “Send your notes my way,” I winked at her.

  “Should I meet you here in the morning?” She asked.

  “Sure.” I walked away and shook my head. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? I was fucking up in an unprecedented way. Cheating on Camilla would crush her. I was betraying the woman who was there for me through everything. The woman that gave me three perfect sons and loved me daily. She put Xavier off for me. She put Cole in his place for me. She was my rock.

  I just cheated on the love of my damn life for a few minutes of pleasure from a stranger. I was riddled with guilt and that shit felt heavy. I felt it with each step I took upstairs and into the kids’ rooms. I felt it when I watched Cole and Camilla laughing and talking in their own little language. I felt it when I lifted my hand to wave goodbye to Cole. I felt like I was walking underwater.

  “Emmanuel, what is wrong with you?” Camilla frowned as she followed me to our room. I shook my head and started for the bathroom. I needed to wash Lana off of me. I didn’t want to feel her on my skin anymore. It made me feel like shit. “Can I come?” She grinned as I turned on water for the shower. I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t even look at her. All I’d see were those sparkling eyes looking back at me, the eyes that trusted me blindly and loved me unconditionally no matter what. She wouldn’t love me after she found out what I’d just done though. In fact, she’d want me dead. “Babe, can I get in with you? Wash your back?”

  “No! Dammit Camilla, go lay down!” I boomed. She shrank back and I could hear the hurt in the way she sucked in a small breath. I shut my eyes once she left and pounded my fist against the wall. I wanted to put my fist through the fucking wall. My skin still buzzed even in the shower. It was as if my body refused to stop reeling from fucking Lana.

  I stayed in the shower until the water turned to ice then I climbed out and toweled off. I felt normal by the time I reached the closet. I put on some pajamas and climbed in bed beside a sniffling Camilla. I hated myself. My hand hovered over her body, dying to comfort her but I couldn’t. Not after the shit I just did. I clenched my fingers into a fist and turned away from her. She cried even harder and it wrecked me. She cried herself to sleep and all I could do was lay there, staring at the ceiling.

  **

  In the morning, Camilla only spoke to me when she needed to. Lana came over and I saw her eyes light with fire. I wondered if she knew. Was female intuition real? “Good morning, Mrs. Scott,” she smiled politely.

  “Why are you in my house?” Camilla snapped.

  “I’m here doing my job. That’s all.”

  “Get her,” Cami growled.

  “Lana, can you wait in my office? Claire, can you show her the way please?” I forced a smile and then looked at my wife. Every glance into her eyes sliced through me a little more. “Camilla, can you not act like this?”

  “Whatever,” she laughed bitterly. “You sure seem to like her a lot. I hope she’s worth it.” My blood ran cold hearing her words. She knew, or at least suspected.

  “What the fuck are you talking about you hope she’s worth it?” I snapped angrily.

  “You heard what I said,” she gritted out through clenched teeth. I slammed down my mug and walked out. I couldn’t handle any of that shit. I was overcome with regret and there was nothing I could say to my wife to make her forgive me or feel better about the shit that happened. I didn’t even know if she knew or if she was just speculating. Either way it was too much to handle, and I’ve killed men with my bare hands but seeing Camilla hurting and knowing that I did it made me loathe myself.

  I kissed the children goodbye and it seemed like even they didn’t want to be bothered with me. When I went to say goodbye to Camilla she looked up at me with resentment in her eyes. “I guess we’ll see you when we see you, huh?” He tone was cold.

  “I’ll be home tonight.”

  “Okay. I mean, unless you have to work late, right?” She folded her arms across her chest and remained like that, even when I hugged her.

  “I love you, Cami,” I said with pain in my chest.

  “Yeah, I love you too.” She backed away from the door, closing it softly. I would have felt better if she’d slammed it at least. Hearing that soft click hurt even worse though.

  I gave my speech in a daze that morning. On the ride back to Miami, Lana looked over at me with a frown. We were both in the backseat of a chauffeured SUV, going over notes for the next stop. “Manny, is everything okay?”

  “No, not really. I feel fucked up for even sitting beside you right now. I’m reconsidering your position, Lana.”

  “Why? Have I not done a good job on my first day, so far?”

  “You know what the fuck I’m talking about. I don’t know what kind of haze came over me but…” I shook my head and rubbed my palms over my face.

  “Manny, I commend you for being so upset over everything but it happens every day. To be honest, your wife doesn’t seem like an angel. I mean her best friend is another man?” She scoffed and glanced down at her iPad. My feathers ruffled a bit and I couldn’t explain why.

  “I don’t really bother their bond. It’s special to both of them.”

  “Oh, I bet,” Lana smirked and crossed her long legs. She ran down the details to me of my next stop and while it felt good having an assistant who was on top of her shit, I couldn’t help but think of Camilla. I wanted her to come with me on my trip to Tampa but after how she looked at me before I left this morning, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

  All I saw in my mind were her green eyes, all day long. When I finally reached my office, Lana made me a cup of coffee since I was dragging. “Manny, you’ve gotta snap out of it.” She set the cup in front of me and settled herself on top of my desk. I sipped the coffee eagerly. Meanwhile, she was so close I could smell her perfume.

  “I’m trying,” I cleared my throat and relaxed a bit in my chair. Lana’s presence was making me want to touch her again. It was dangerous for her to be that close to me. While she rattled off my meetings for the next week, I slid my hands up her toned thighs while she smiled like a little kid.

  “Manny, you’re being bad again. I thought it was a one time thing that couldn’t happen anymore?”

  “So did I. I can’t help myself though.” I tugged her over to the edge of the desk and kissed a trail up her legs. I pulled her panties off and she put her iPad down, spreading her legs for me. It was wrong. Everything about it was wrong, but the wrongness of it pushed me towards Lana even faster. I refused to put my mouth on anyone’s pussy but Camilla’s so I just tugged my dick out and plunged it into her cunt. She was so wet for me again and she managed to get my cock so hard it was painful. I felt like I was betraying Camilla by even getting so turned on by another woman.

  Lana’s nails dug into my back as I thrust into her, biting up and down her dainty neck. She moaned my name loudly and I had to cover her mouth so that nobody else could hear…especially Cole. She was screaming so loud though, it was hard to keep her quiet. It wasn’t until I shoved her own wet panties in her mouth that the noises were muffled.

  When I finally came in her mouth, my phone was ringing off the damn hook. I fell back in my chair and picked it up, trying to catch my breath. “Governor Scott.”

  “Manny, why the fuck is the board of education calling my phone looking for you? Isn’t that what Lana is for? I tried to come get you to take the call but you sounded…busy.” Cole’s voice was gravelly and angry.

  “I’ll have Lana get on it,” I said, clearing my throat.

  “I bet.” He hung up and I cursed under my breath.

  “Lana…if we’re gonna do this shit you have to keep quiet and stay in your fucking place. Okay?”

&n
bsp; “Enough said, Governor.” She held her hands up and wiggled herself back into her panties. I kept digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole that I didn’t even think I could ever fall into.

  What the hell was happening to me?

  **

  Chapter Eight

  Joseph

  I’d been lying low for an entire year, and Emmanuel’s goons hadn’t come for me. It was high time I start making moves. That meant I needed to go to Miami and as soon as I did, I knew I’d be detected. I had to play it smart.

  I did want to see those twins though. I just knew they were mine. Even if they weren’t, I wanted to see Camilla. She’d run incessantly through my brain non-stop for 365 days. She was my deepest obsession and I had to have her. I would do anything to have her. Clearly she’d corrupted my soul and I was gladly along for the ride at this point.

  I could never stop thinking about how she smelled or felt. I couldn’t get her green eyes out of my head. I wanted to watch them widen in fear when she saw me. I wanted to keep her…like a pet. A pet I could shove my dick in and defile. Emmanuel didn’t know what to do with a woman like Camilla. He showed her too much respect. She needed a man like me who could control her.

  Thinking about Camilla made my dick grow in my pants and I needed a release. There was no shortage of whores on call for me. One in particular had become my favorite. She had jade eyes and long dark hair with skin like brown sugar. I imagined she was Camilla whenever I fucked her. She didn’t speak much English either so she made the perfect little slut for whenever my obsession ran too rampant.

  I called my favorite whore over to my Santo Domingo apartment and screwed her pretty little brains out before tossing her out of the door. She babbled to me in Spanish but I didn’t care to understand what she was saying. I’m sure it was something about feelings and emotions but she was merely a seat filler for the whore I really wanted. For the one I craved like air.

  Once my head was a little clearer, I called my granddaughter, Christina. She sounded like a zombie because of her medication but she knew who I was. “Chris, how are you sweetheart?”

  “I’m fine, grandpa. When can I leave here? These pills make me feel like shit. What time is Daddy picking me up?”

  “You’ll leave soon, okay? I want you to stop taking your pills now, Christina. Remember I told you there’d be a day when I’d ask you to stop?”

  “Yeah. So I’ll stop tonight. I get them twice a day.” She told me the same thing she told me each week when I spoke to her.

  “Perfect. Once you’re back to yourself, I’ll come get you.”

  “Will you? I want to leave here.”

  “Yes. I’m going to need you in order to help me break up Emmanuel and Camilla. Don’t you want your father back?”

  “Yeah. I miss him so much. He hasn’t come to see me in weeks. It’s probably because of her,” she grumbled.

  “Probably. We’ll fix that though. I promise. I need to see those twins, Christina. Once you stop taking your pills, I want you to start reaching out to your father more. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, grandpa.”

  “Good girl. I’ll call you tomorrow to check on you.”

  “Okay,” she let out a lazy yawn before hanging up. I smiled to myself and looked out of the window. I could see full, gray clouds rolling in from the east. A storm was approaching.

  How fitting?

  **

  Chapter Nine

  Alexander

  Tuesday came again and I made sure I took a shower before seeing Camilla. I stared at the newest set of pictures she’d sent in the mail every day for a week. There were pictures of Camilla, Chloe at ballet, Mason doing karate, and the twins learning to read. The last picture was of Camilla poolside with a bright pink bikini and her full tits on display in the tiny top she wore. Her legs were crossed and she smiled happily at the camera.

  The way her eyes sparkled, I knew she must have been smiling at Manny. He made her light up like nothing else. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t burn me up with jealousy. I still loved seeing that look on her face though. I looked forward to seeing it when she came in today.

  I waited for the guard to call for me at the usual time but nothing came. I sat there for an hour, waiting. Where the hell was Camilla? She never missed a Tuesday. In fact, the only time she didn’t show up was because she was in labor with the twins. Maybe she felt conflicted over what happened between us last week.

  I paced the floor in front of my simple bed and over to my joke of a desk. The distance was twelve steps. That was all the floor space I had in solitary. “Inmate! Let’s go.” My head jerked in the direction of the voice and I let out a sigh of relief.

  I was taken to the usual room where I sat in a chair and waited to have my ankles shackled. Once I was locked in place, the heavy door swung open and I saw my ray of sunshine. She didn’t look cheery and happy though. As soon as she sat across from me I saw nothing but pain and sadness in her emerald pools.

  “Camilla, what’s wrong?” I frowned immediately.

  “Nothing, Alexander. Nothing I should be talking to you about.” She sniffled like she was barely able to hold herself together. I felt myself getting increasingly pissed off.

  “You can talk to me. I used to be your psychologist for God’s sake.”

  “I can’t, because I’m too upset. I need to calm down first,” she explained. “Everything is just speculation right now,” she shook her head and cleared her throat. “How are you?” She asked.

  “Not too good because I can tell something is hurting you and you won’t tell me what it is.”

  “Because I don’t even know yet, Alexander!” She exploded angrily. I felt uneasy watching her moods swing so quickly. Whatever was bothering her was affecting her on a deep level. She was regressing to a point I hadn’t seen her reach in years.

  “It’s Manny,” I blurted almost blindly. Camilla stared at me with wet eyes and a trembling lip. I had my answer. I wanted to kill him. “What did he do?” I growled.

  “Alexander, I’m here to see you not talk about Emmanuel,” she snapped. I sucked in a breath and nodded.

  “Okay…” I didn’t want to push her since she was in such a vulnerable state.

  “Now, how are you? Did you get to see a doctor about your knuckles?” She asked me, trying to settle herself down.

  “I did. They gave me some cream to use. The scaring should go away soon.” I shrugged.

  “I’m gonna work on getting you out of here,” she told me as her hand rubbed mine. “Did you get the pictures I sent you?”

  “Yeah, I did. I like the one with you in the bikini,” I smirked, trying to bring a smile to her face.

  “I threw that in there for you,” she chuckled. At least she wasn’t on the verge of tears. I’d take it.

  “Come here, Camilla.” I motioned for her to sit on my lap and she did. Feeling her weight settle on top of me was so amazing. My hands rode her little waist and I took a moment to soak in her scent. It was all I’d have to hold on to for the next week.

  “Alexander, I know you always thank me for being your friend but you’re a pretty good friend now too. I mean you had your moment but…you’re okay now.”

  “Thanks, I think,” I laughed. “I want you to be okay though,” I said seriously. “I know I can’t do shit from in here but even if all I’m good for is a conversation then I’ll do that for you. I’d do anything for you even if it were just listening. Shit, I listened to you talk to me about your problems for an entire year.” I laughed a little.

  “You’re right. I just need to figure some things out though.” For the first time since we were together, Camilla laid her head on mine and draped her arms around my neck. She used to do it all the time when she was stressing over Xavier. It let me know that Manny was indeed the culprit for fucking her disposition up.

  I was worried about her moods starting to swing again though. Whatever my brother was doing to her must have involved another woman. I couldn�
��t see that shit happening though. I couldn’t stand Manny but the one and only thing I’d commend him on was the fact that he was ever faithful to Camilla through everything. If he were cheating…it would kill her. I looked into her eyes and she looked so far away it made my core ache. I wanted to throw a life preserver out to her but I couldn’t. I wanted to be there to hold her at night and to tell her everything would be okay but I was stuck in a hellhole.

  I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely felt her lips on my neck. When the sensation registered I blinked myself back to reality and almost attacked her, crashing my lips against hers. Camilla’s soft tongue slipped into my mouth and it felt so good and so sweet. It was wrong though. She was depressed and hurting she wasn’t in the position to kiss me and mean it. She was having a swing.

  I gripped her arms and pulled away even though it felt like an actual gut punch to do so. “No, Camilla. As much as I’ve been dying for this to happen…it’s not real. You’re hurting.”

  “I’m fine,” she lied.

  “No, you’re not. If you were fine you wouldn’t think about me the way you’re thinking about me now. You’re hurt.” I told her again so she would understand. I wanted to take advantage of her, to pin her down and fuck her. I wanted to help her forget whatever the hell Manny had done to her but when the opportunity fell in my lap I couldn’t go through with it. She meant too much to me for me to prey on her moment of weakness.

  “Alexander,” she whined and I could see she wasn’t just in emotional distress she was in physical pain. She pinched the bridge of her nose and whimpered, shutting her eyes.

  “Listen to me, Camilla,” I snapped my fingers in front of her face trying to get her to focus. “You have to let this happen. Don’t fight the pain, remember?”

  “I can’t let it happen. It hurts too much,” she shook her head vehemently and I felt my stomach sink. She was having an episode. It had been so long I forgot what it looked like. “It hurts…” She sandwiched her head between her hands and sucked in shallow breaths.