Twisted Justice

by Danielle James

  “Look, I don’t know…” His deep voice boomed loud enough to cause a scene.

  “Camilla, calm down,” Laurel said jumping into her role effortlessly.

  “She’s with Emmanuel, isn’t she?” I sobbed.

  “Girl, let’s just go. We don’t need to be here.” Laurel tugged me out of Cole’s office where I spied Lana peeping through the glass wall in her office.

  “Camilla, go home. Listen to Laurel,” Cole followed me, dragging the entire scene out dramatically.

  “I just want to talk to her. She’s ripping my family apart. I deserve to talk to her at least!” Warm tears spilled down my face on command and the more I yelled and cried hysterically, the closer Lana got to coming out of her office. Finally when she saw Laurel console me with a hug, I heard the door open and Lana clear her throat. I lifted my head slowly and turned to see her standing there smugly with her arms folded.

  “Lana, you might want to leave,” Cole said. He sounded serious to anyone who wasn’t as close to him as I was, but underneath he was hiding a smirk.

  “For what?” Lana huffed. She eyed me like I was less than nothing and it was so fantastic. I wanted her to feel superior and cocky because that’s when people are at their most vulnerable. When they thought they couldn’t lose, peoples’ egos became inflated and easily pierced by the smallest thing. “Are you gonna hit me again?” She mused.

  “I should claw your fucking heart out,” I cried, wiping my eyes. “But I just want to talk to you.”

  “Camilla, no. Fuck her. She’s not worth talking to. If Manny wants her let him have her,” Laurel urged, pulling my hand.

  “He’s my husband!” I shouted loud enough to make my face flush red. Lana actually let out a laugh. Bitch. Cole held his head down and I could see him literally having to swallow laughter. I snapped my eyes to him and he straightened up

  “Camilla, let it go,” he warned.

  “Cole, you knew she was here and you didn’t tell me?” I let more tears pour down my face.

  “Maybe I should have fucked Cole too. He’s a good boy. Like Manny,” Lana smirked. I lunged for her and Cole intercepted it just in time. That was real and totally unscripted. I would snatch her throat out if she said anything else reckless like that.

  “Let’s go!” Laurel shouted.

  “I just want to talk!”

  “Let her go. She’s no threat to me,” Lana sneered at Laurel. “You want to talk, fine.” She fluffed her hair over her shoulder and looked into my eyes. I saw it as a direct challenge. Laurel let my arm go and I dabbed at my watery eyes then looked sheepishly at Lana.

  “Can we go somewhere private?” I asked her, batting my lashes.

  “Look, everywhere in this building has cameras, the only place we can talk privately is the garage.”

  “Okay,” I nodded sadly. We headed for the elevators and rode down to the ground level. Cole was on one side of me and Laurel was on the other while Lana stood in front of the doors.

  “Do you really need an entourage?” Lana frowned once we were in the cold, quiet garage. I shook my head and adjusted my purse on my shoulder with faux anxiety.

  “Guys, just wait over there.” I waved them off, but they didn’t stray far and I didn’t expect them to, especially not Cole. I walked in a seemingly aimless pattern that landed us right at my car, which I rarely used since I was always lugging the kids around in the truck. Today felt like a day to take the car though.

  “What do you want, Camilla?” Lana asked, looking down at her nails.

  “Why are you breaking apart my home?” I quizzed, the tears finding their way back to the rims of my eyes. I was better at fake crying than I realized.

  “I can’t break apart what’s clearly already broken,” she laughed.

  “It’s not broken!” I shouted shakily.

  “If it wasn’t, then I would have never been able to fuck him…and I fucked him so good too. Probably better than you ever could.” Jesus she was smug. I pulled tissue from my purse and continued to tap the tears away. “Look, when I’m done with him I’m sure he’ll come crawling back home and you seem weak enough to take him back.”

  “He’s my husband. Do you get off on disrupting people’s lives? We have kids together.”

  “Oh please, are you even sure they’re his?” She chuckled. I reached in my purse for another tissue.

  “Of course they are, bitch,” I cried.

  “Like I said, if you really had him, I would have never been able to get him. Deal with it, Camilla. Jesus you’re pathetic. You really think you’re so beautiful that your husband would never stray?” She laughed.

  I reached in my purse and pulled out my desert eagle, aiming at her head. “I mean he would if he’d been drugged, right?” I asked. The fake tears dried and the emotional wobble in my voice evaporated and turned to ice. The color drained from her face and she reached in her bag but never got to pull anything out.

  “I wouldn’t if I was you Lana.” Cole said from behind her with his gun aimed at her head too. I smiled at her and sighed happily.

  “Joseph didn’t tell you I was crazy, huh?” I pressed the barrel of my gun to her forehead. “Get naked,” I said quietly.

  “W-What?” She stammered.

  “I’d do it if I were you, she’s itching to kill you.” Laurel walked around the corner and hit the keyless remote, opening the trunk.

  “I am,” I nodded with a grin. “Give your purse to Laurel,” I told her calmly. She hesitated and I cracked her face open with the gun gladly. Cole made a noise and twisted his face into a frown.

  “Jesus, Camilla.”

  “What? She’s hard of hearing.” Lana screamed, her shrill voice bouncing off the concrete. Blood poured from the gash on her cheek and she tried in vain to stop the crimson from leaking out. “I said get naked, Lana. Let me see what the fuck you enticed Emmanuel with.” I stood back and watched as her trembling hands peeled the clingy dress off her slender frame. “You don’t even have any damn curves. You thought you had something over me? Girl…” I laughed. Laurel scooped her clothes from the ground and I eyed her naked body impassively. “Laurel, give me the pills.” I held my hand out and she plopped the baggie in my palm. “So you were slipping my husband Molly?” I slid my lips to the side and nodded.

  “Please don’t kill me.” Lana pleaded with real tears streaming down her bloody face.

  “Not yet, sweetie,” I laughed a little and opened the bag of pills. Cole tucked his gun away and grabbed her hair in his fist. God, I loved how he knew my every move. “Now open wide,” I sang. She clamped her lips shut and I groaned. She was making shit hard for me. “Open or I’ll knock your goddamn teeth down your throat,” I gritted out through a tense jaw. She still wouldn’t budge so I gave Cole my gun and snatched her hair in my hand. She yelped from the pain and I shoved three pills in her mouth. Cole pushed the cold steel against her throat and told her to swallow. When I saw her throat roll, I pressed her cheeks together until her lips popped apart and looked in her mouth. It was empty.

  “Good girl,” I smiled. “Now get in the trunk,” I motioned to the car and she sniffled.

  “Please…”

  “Please what? Don’t kill you? I heard you say that the first time. Now get in, bitch.” I slammed my fist into her stomach, making her double over before I shoved her into the trunk. I pulled out a roll of duct tape and Laurel frowned at me.

  “You came with duct tape, Camilla?”

  “What? I was prepared. I already knew what I wanted to do.” I shrugged and had Cole help me bind her hands and feet before I fed her another couple pills and taped her mouth shut. “Let’s go for a ride, Lana.” I told her before closing the trunk. “Thanks guys. You’re awesome,” I said to my best friends.

  “God, you’re so psycho.” Laurel shuddered and tossed Lana’s things in the backseat.

  “She’s a badass,” Cole kissed my forehead. “My girl.” He laughed and we fist bumped. “I gotta go finish packing. Yall gonna be
okay?” He asked.

  “I’m good. I have to drop Laurel off before my father has a fit though,” I told him.

  “Oh, yeah…he’s gonna be pissed,” she nodded. Cole shook his head and then started to walk off, but he paused for a moment and held out his two fingers. I dashed over to him and grabbed on before he wrapped me up in a hug. Then I watched him walk back into the building.

  “What the hell is that all about? You two have some secret code or something.” Laurel laughed as we drove.

  “We do. I know one day we won’t have it anymore but for now…for now we have it and I cherish it.” In the back, Lana’s muffled moans could be heard reminding me she was in the trunk rolling around. Killing her was going to be so much fun.

  **

  Chapter Twenty

  Emmanuel

  When I got back to my office Cole was sitting at my desk. My brows lowered as I walked in regarding him curiously. “Is everything okay?”

  “Depends on who you ask. If you ask Camilla, everything is perfect. Lana? Not so much.”

  “Oh Jesus,” I laughed loudly and tossed my things down on the chair near the door. “Where do I need to go?” I asked him.

  “Last Camilla texted me, she was at the house,” he said with a shrug.

  “And where’s Lana?”

  “In the trunk of Camilla’s car.” I doubled over with laugher at that point. Cami was insane and I loved every minute of it. “Have you talked to Alexander yet?”

  “Nah, I haven’t. I saw he called though.” I glanced down at my phone and noticed a hell of a lot of missed calls actually.

  “Go home and talk to Camilla first, she’ll fill you in.” He eyed me for a moment before standing and holding out his hand. I shook it and he sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I need to apologize to you, Manny,” he said seriously.

  “You did that already. We apologized to each other. No more hard feelings, Cole. Shit is back to normal.” I patted him on the back and he shook his head.

  “Nah, I really need to fucking apologize. I’m sorry. It’ll make more sense after you talk to Camilla but…you’re always cool in my book, Manny.” We embraced briefly and I was perplexed as he walked out. I needed to get home. Cole was making me nervous.

  **

  Pulling up to the driveway I noticed that Camilla had indeed taken her car out for the day. When I rapped on the trunk, I heard stifled moans from inside. Lana was still in there. I went into the house and was swarmed by the kids. Chloe in particular seemed extremely happy. I picked her up, balancing her on my side. “What’s going on, Chlo?” I smiled.

  “I’m happy you’re here,” she beamed.

  “Aw, I’m happy to be home, baby girl.”

  “Mommy is gonna finish it because she’s brave and beautiful,” she told me with a sure nod.

  “Gonna finish what?” I asked curiously.

  “Miss Lana,” Her cute little voice made me freeze.

  “What do you know about that?” I frowned.

  “She’s…just like me to say the least.” Camilla rounded the corner and smiled at her. “Chloe has a dark side.”

  “Clearly,” I set her down and she ran off after her brothers. “Is it wrong that I’m proud though?”

  “Nope. Me too,” she laughed. Camilla’s eyes blazed with a beautiful fire and I wanted her to pull me in so I could be engulfed.

  “Lana’s in the trunk huh?” I laughed, leaning against the wall.

  “Oh, you talked to Cole. Yeah, she’s still in there. Dad and Laurel are coming over in a few minutes and then me and you are gonna go out and have some fun.”

  “And where are we going?” I asked, hooking my arm around her waist.

  “On a nature hike. The jet should be ready soon.” The crazier she sounded, the deeper I fell in love with her.

  “A jet for a nature hike?” I laughed.

  “Yeah. It’s a special hike,” she giggled.

  “I see. Should I change?” She looked at me and bit her bottom lip, making my dick twitch in her direction. We still hadn’t made love and it was killing me. I needed to be inside of her and I knew after whatever she had planned for Lana, I’d lose it if I didn’t fuck her. It turned me on when Camilla went completely dark and twisted.

  “Yeah, change,” she nodded. “Sweats and a t-shirt.” Her wish was my command. I got dressed and just as Trev and Laurel were coming in the door I was coming downstairs. We all greeted each other warmly and then I had to hear about how my wife pulled Lana in hook, line, and sinker. I was already aching to be alone with her by then.

  “She’s insane,” Laurel told me.

  “Oh, Laurel was no slouch. Dad, your wife is a little bonkers too.” Camilla laughed.

  “I know. We’re both a little off. Just a little though, nothing like you two.” He shook his head and gave Camilla a hug. “Be safe please baby girl.”

  “I will.”

  “Manny, keep her safe, okay?”

  “I got her. Of course,” I tossed and arm around Camilla’s shoulders.

  When I saw Lana’s bloody face and naked body in the trunk of the car I sighed heavily. “See? You got yourself into some shit, didn’t you?” I asked her as I smoothed back her damp hair. Her pupils were extremely dilated and her breathing was so rapid, she had to have been on something.

  Camilla tossed something at her and told her to get dressed after she cut the tape on her wrists. Lana must have gotten severely fucked up along the way because she did exactly as Camilla said. The dress was twisted around her body the wrong way but Camilla didn’t care. She snatched Lana all the way out of the trunk and made her walk barefoot to the back of the car where she shoved her inside.

  “Can you drive?” Camilla asked me.

  “Yeah, sure.” I chuckled taking the keys. Lana whined and moaned in the backseat with Camilla.

  “Manny, don’t do this.” Lana begged sadly. Her voice sounded dry and scratchy.

  “What is she on?” I asked, locking eyes with Cami in the back.

  “Tell him, Lana. Tell him every fucking thing or I will splatter your brains all over the backseat, which is really going to piss me off because…who’s cleaning that shit up?” Yup, Camilla had gone off the deep end. It was beautiful.

  “Tell me what?” I grumbled. I didn’t like the way that shit sounded.

  “I…I messed up, Manny,” Lana sobbed. I wasn’t sure when, but Camilla had gotten her desert eagle out and was shamelessly wielding it, pointing it right at Lana’s stomach.

  “You messed up?” Camilla laughed coldly, “Bitch you more than messed up.” The sickening crunch that came from the gun being driven into Lana’s face made my eyebrows fly up on my forehead.

  “If you fuck her up too bad she won’t be able to talk,” I reminded Camilla.

  “I guess,” she pouted.

  “I drugged you,” Lana slurred. “I was giving you Molly…it’s the only way I could get you to fuck me.” I heard the gurgle of blood in her mouth then her words settled in on me heavily. They bounced around in my head until I was livid.

  “She fucking drugged you baby,” Camilla growled and cracked bone with the next blow to Lana’s face. I could hear it. “She was working with Joseph the entire time. This was all his ploy to break us up.” My knuckles paled as I gripped the steering wheel as hard as humanly possible. I thought I’d break that shit in half.

  Joseph was pulling strings this whole time and I didn’t pick up on it. He could have snatched my kids again, he could have taken Camilla, and he was doing shit right in front of my face. It infuriated me, and after a while of driving silently angry, I wanted to kill Lana my fucking self.

  **

  Once we were on the jet, Camilla strapped Lana in and pushed several little blue pills in her mouth. “How many has she had?” I quizzed.

  “Ten. She’s OD’ing,” Camilla shrugged as she sat in a plush chair in front of Lana. I sat in the chair beside Camilla and held her hand in mine.

  “Where are we goin
g?”

  “We’re going to Osceola forest.” She told me as we locked eyes. God she was beautiful. Specks of dried blood dotted her face, spanning across the bridge of her nose and the determined look in her eye made me weak. Her full lips were pressed together in a hard line and I wanted to part them with my tongue. I wanted to taste her lips. I wanted to feel them, to feel the pure heat emanating from them.

  Once we were in the air, Lana had passed out cold, but I could clearly see her chest rising and falling with each breath. She was still alive. She started to stir a bit when Camilla and I began to talk. I glanced at her and then over at Camilla. Lana’s wrists were bound to the armrests of the chair and her ankles were too. She wasn’t going anywhere, not that she had a ton of options being in the air.

  “Come here, Cami,” I motioned for her to sit on my lap and she did. Lana’s eyes sleepily followed our movements. I brushed Camilla’s hair back behind her shoulder so I could see her perfect neck. I pressed my lips to her skin and she gasped.

  “Emmanuel, what are you doing?”

  “I’m going to fuck you right in front of her so she can see how it looks when I’m not drugged.” I bit her shoulder and then pulled the shirt over her head. A sexy, erotic noise wafted from Camilla letting me know she needed me so badly. I was going to give her exactly what she needed too.

  When I freed Camilla’s tits, they bounced and jiggled and begged to be in my mouth. Her nipples looked like brown sugar pebbles and I licked and sucked on them until she was shaking. Lana strained against her tape, making pained noises, which only served to heighten the sensation between Camilla and I.

  Hell, we were always two halves of a fucked up whole. The same shit that turned me on turned her on too. “You know I’ve always only loved you, Cami.”

  “I know,” she breathed as she wiggled out of her jeans. I tugged her cotton panties down and looked at her beautiful pussy for a few seconds. I’d missed it so damn much. In the next second I pulled her body on top of me and we crashed into a kiss. I laid her down right at Lana’s feet and she looked up at me with so much love in her eyes. I already knew I wouldn’t last long inside of her, but I didn’t care. I craved her like air.