“No more.” I felt the warm sting of tears in my eyes but I didn’t let them fall. He nodded with a solemn understanding and kissed the back of my hand.
“I love you, Camilla. Always.”
“Me too, Cole. Always.”
“So does this mean we’re officially best friends now since there’s no more benefits?”
“Yup,” I laughed even though it hurt a little. We hugged again and then he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Tell Chloe not to grow up too fast. That little girl has my entire heart. Excuse me, that young lady,” he grinned. “I’ll see you.” He waved then got in his car and drove off. I let out a breath and placed my hand over my heart. Cole would always be my very best friend no matter if we had benefits or not, but I was in a good place and all my benefits went to Emmanuel without question. So even though it pained me, I had to tie up that loose end.
I knew Cole understood and there would be no hard feelings. I had every confidence that he’d find love again. Might not be with someone as twisted as me, but he’d find someone who fit him. I went back into the house and got swept right back up in the hustle and bustle that was the Scott family circus, nothing like screaming children to soothe your damn mind. It was my normal though and I’d never trade it for anything.
The end.
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A note from the author:
Thank you so much for reading the Twisted series! If you’ve stuck through all six books with me, you have no idea how much I appreciate your support. I hope you loved and hated the characters just as much as I did. They’re all a part of my heart and I’ll never stop writing little bits and pieces of Camilla, Emmanuel, and Xavier’s stories.
I hope I’ve made your heart drop and made you laugh. I hope I’ve raised some eyebrows and made you shake your head. I’m just extremely grateful that you’ve given me a chance to twist your imagination!
Thank you!
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Please keep reading to get a glimpse of how Chloe, Mason, Logan and Lucas have all grown. Ruthless is the Twisted spin off series and oh boy does it up the ante!
A sneak peek at
Ruthless Heritage
Chloe’s story
Chloe
My mother was seated at the head of the dining room table staring off into the distance. Her green eyes were glittering with thoughts. My dad was watching her intently. They were in their own little world as usual. “Mom, what the hell is on your mind?” I blurted with a frown. She was my best friend in addition to being my mother. I never needed a bunch of friends because my family was more than enough.
“Christina,” she said with harshness in her voice. Dad groaned and stood to his feet, taking dishes from the table. My aunt Christina had been locked away in Ocean Grove Mental Health Facility for Women for the past fourteen years and I rarely heard about her outside of Dad going to visit her.
I did know that my mother absolutely despised her and everything about her though. If she despised Aunt Christina then so did I. I didn’t play around when it came to my family. “Is she getting out?” My eyes grew wide with anticipation. I raked my fingers through my long blonde tresses and smiled.
“Yes, she’s getting out, Chloe,” Dad’s voice grumbled from the kitchen.
“Awesome!” I chirped and hopped out of my seat. Anyone else would have looked at me like I had two heads because I was so happy about my aunt getting out. I mean I did hate the bitch. I had other plans though.
I waited until my dad was gone and out of the house before I waltzed happily into my mother’s office. “What’s up?” She asked, still staring at the computer screen.
“So, are you gonna kill her?” Mom glanced at me and sighed.
“She gets out today Chlo and I have to go with your dad to the fundraiser at New Grace.” I felt my face twist into a pout. I’d been looking forward to watching my mother put a bullet in her sister since I could remember. Now all my hopes were being dashed. Fuck.
“I was thinking though…” She smiled and I could see a devious and dark glint in her eyes. “You could do it.” She pushed away from her desk and went into the den. I followed behind her eagerly.
“You really think so?” I grinned.
“Hell yeah,” she laughed. She unlocked a small cabinet and I laid eyes on her gun collection. God I loved how screwed in the head my mother was. It made me want to be exactly like her. “Here, take this one. It’s my baby.” She placed a heavy desert eagle in my palm. I wasn’t used to such heavy guns. I loved the glock she’d brought me for my sixteenth birthday but if she wanted me to use the eagle then I would.
It’s not like I didn’t know how to shoot it. She had her very best friend and the chief of police teach me himself. I was well equipped. “Dad is gonna be pissed,” I sighed. If there was one person I hated disappointing, it was my dad.
“He knows what today is,” Mom grumbled. “I told him not to fuck this up.” It amazed me how her features could be so sweet and delicate one moment and then turn stormy the next. Mine did the same thing and I’d been called crazy more times than I could fucking count because of it.
She kissed my forehead and went back to her office like she hadn’t just given me carte blanche to kill her little sister. I headed to my room to get a few things. I don’t know why I grabbed gloves. It’s not like I’d get in trouble even if I did kill my aunt. My family, the Scotts’ and the Sanders’ were freaking royalty in Florida. My mother’s best friend, Cole Dunham never let any harm come our way and it didn’t hurt that my dad had been the governor for a decade either. We were untouchable and I planned to take full advantage of it.
“What the fuck are you doing?” My little brother, Mason’s deep voice made me jump out of my damn skin. I stood and smiled at him showing off mom’s desert eagle. His brown eyes grew wide with excitement. “Sweet! Mom let you hold the desert eagle? Wait, what the hell are you about to do, Chlo?”
“Go see our dear demented Aunt Christina,” I giggled.
“You get to do it? Man…no fucking fair.” My siblings and me had been salivating over watching Aunt Christina get killed since we were little. He shoved me and I went crashing to the ground. Sometimes Mase didn’t realize how fucking huge he was for a seventeen year old. He was already as big as our dad and he wasn’t even done growing yet. That was the scary part.
I still fucked him up from time to time though. He stormed his big ass down the hall calling for mom. I was already heading out of the door though. I had shit to do, and it was a long time coming.
Ocean Grove was a modest building near the water giving off just enough serenity to calm the crazies inside. I didn’t care about all of them though. I only had my sights set on one crazy bitch in particular. Christina Scott. I pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. Nobody was there to pick my aunt up because the only person that even remotely cared about her; my sick fuck of a grandfather who raped my mother and had Mason and I kidnapped when we were little, was dead. The police department still talked about the way my mother flawlessly decapitated him. She was a fucking legend.
Nobody else cared about Christina. My dad had even given up on her and hadn’t seen her in five years because she tried to grab his dick once when he visited. Sick bitch. After that it was pretty much common knowledge that she was getting killed.
My head popped up when I saw the glass doors in the front of the building slide open. I saw her walk out and I smiled. She looked older than the pictures of her I’d seen in the past but there was no mistaking that it was Christina. Eyes like melted chocolate, scanned the parking lot. She looked so much like my dad it was uncanny. I hopped out of the car and jogged up the steps, my long waves blowing wildly in the wind.
“Hi, Christina Scott?” I asked the nurse who was escorting her.
“Yes, are you here to pick her up? I didn’t see anyone’s name on file.”
“Something like that,” I grinned. I stroked my aunt’s hair and tilted my head to the side so I could get a good look at her. Her eyes narrowed once she locked on to mine.
“Wait,” she stammered. The nurse looked bewildered to hear Christina speak.
“She hasn’t said a word in over a decade!” She exclaimed.
“Wait…no!” Christina shouted hysterically. “Chloe?”
“In the motherfucking flesh, bitch.” I pulled the desert eagle out and pressed it to her forehead. “Miss, you might wanna scoot over a little. Brains splatter, and Jesus they’re probably hard to get out of scrubs.” The nurse screamed and ran frantically back inside. Aunt Christina tried to run but I was quicker. I snatched her soft curly hair in my hand and spun her around. “Ah, ah, ah Auntie,” I giggled. “You knew this shit was coming.”
“Chloe, please! I’m your aunt!”
“Yeah…well…too bad I don’t fucking care who you are.” The smile fell from my lips and I pulled the trigger, snapping her head back and leaving pieces of skull and brain all over the steps of the building. Her body hit the ground with a thud and I shook my hand out, cursing under my breath. Goddamn desert eagle.
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Cole
“Uh…chief, you might wanna…you need to uh…” The precinct captain looked like a flustered newbie standing in my office, wringing his fucking hands.
“What the hell is it?” I frowned. I didn’t wait for his answer because waiting for shit made you lose valuable time. I followed him into his office and he handed me a laptop with surveillance footage rolling. I watched the front of the Ocean Grove facility and as soon as I saw Christina come into view I rubbed my face.
Shit.
I fully expected to see Camilla do some crazy shit to her little sister but no. Instead it was baby Camilla. Motherfucking Chloe Isabella Sanders. I may not have seen her in quite a while but there was no mistaking Chlo. Her long hair whipped around as she aimed the very gun I’d given her mother years ago and fired a single shot into her aunt’s skull.
Shit.
I was livid. I stormed out of the office and drove straight to Camilla’s house. I didn’t knock because I didn’t need to. I’d known the code to enter their home since Chloe was a baby. “Chloe!” I roared from the bottom step. She bounced down the steps and I paused in my anger for a moment. How long had it been since I’d seen her again?
“Hi Cole,” she grinned. Her dimples were still my goddamn undoing. My hard shell softened a bit, looking at her. She was all bright green eyes and vibrant blonde hair that tumbled down her back in thick waves with full pouty lips and long legs.
“Hi Cole, shit,” I snapped back to being pissed. I didn’t care how much I loved her she was out of line. “I’m taking you in,” I told her, grabbing the cuffs from my belt. Her jade eyes grew wide.
“What? What the fuck do you mean you’re taking me in?”
“You heard me little girl. Where’s your mother?”
“At an event at New Grace,” she pouted.
“I swear to god Lo, if you touched the last
Pop-Tart I will cut your fucking fingers off!”
“I’ll just wait till you’re sleep, cut yours off and sew them onto my nubs. We’re twins, dick hole. Your fingers fit mine.” I heard the twin tornados before I saw their hulking asses. Logan and Lucas rumbled over to the foot of the stairs fighting as usual. Both of them already were eye to eye with me and they were only sixteen.
“Uncle Cole, what’s up?” Logan jabbed my shoulder and I frowned at the punch he packed. Goddamn brute.
“Hi boys. Tell your mother I’m taking Chloe in.”
“Taking her in where?” Lucas frowned.
“Jail. She killed your aunt Christina in broad fucking daylight,” I growled, looking at her.
“I’m not going to jail.” Chloe folded her arms across her chest and challenged me with a glare.
“You are.” I opened the cuffs and walked over to her. She only glanced at her twin brothers and they stood in front of her like stone pillars.
“Sorry, uncle Cole. You’re not taking Chlo any fucking where.” How they both managed to say those exact words at one time, I’ll never understand. Fucking creepy ass mafia spawn. When I heard the thundering of another set of footsteps, I groaned. Mason.
“What’s going on?” Mason asked, sweeping the area with his brown eyes. Had I not known any better I would have thought he was his father, Manny.
“Uncle Cole is trying to take Chloe to jail,” Logan informed his big brother.
“She killed Aunt Christina. Not like she didn’t have it coming though,” Lucas chuckled.
“Oh, yeah, that’s not happening.” Mason was bigger than both Logan and Lucas and even though Chloe was pretty leggy he towered head and shoulders above her. He walked past his big sister and stood chest to chest with me. “I know you’re mad but we all knew that shit was coming. You also know, nobody touches us in this state so what are you trying to prove?” Even Mason’s voice sounded like Manny. He wasn’t intimidating me though. I changed his damn diapers before.
“That her little ass can’t just do whatever she wants in broad fucking daylight. There are ways to handle things Chloe and you were fucked up for what you did. Point blank. I don’t give a fuck what kind of human shield yall put up around her. She’s coming in and she’s gonna sit in a cell until I say she can leave.”
“Nah,” Mason shrugged. I wasn’t about to fight three huge teenagers so I used the one defense they couldn’t stand up to. I Facetimed their mother. As soon as her face came through they all shrank.
“You seriously shot her in the head on the steps of the building, Chloe?” Camilla shouted. “What were you thinking? I know I’ve taught you how to finesse shit! You’re way too fucking cocky little girl!” She glared at her sons next. “Get the hell out of the way. He needs to take her in! Maybe she’ll learn how to handle things the right way. I trusted you Chloe!”
“I’m sorry mommy…” Her eyes filled with tears and her plump bottom lip wobbled.
“Take her, Cole,” Camilla snapped before the screen went black. Mason glared at me.
“I can’t believe you called mom. Fucking snitch.”
“Fuck you, Mase. Now move.” I cuffed Chloe’s hands behind her back and she looked like she could cut me with the daggers in her green eyes. Her brother’s watched from the door as I read her rights and tossed her in the back of my unmarked car.
“I hate you,” Chloe spat.
“Yeah, yeah,” I laughed as I drove. “You can’t be so reckless Chloe. You need to learn a lesson. Just because you think you’re untouchable doesn’t mean you are. Clearly you just got touched.”
“Whatever, Cole,” she seethed. She was silent the rest of the ride in. I drove her to a smaller county where the holding cell was empty and tossed her ass inside then I left. I came back to check on her once the last shift of the night was up and she was sitting there looking fucking pitiful. Good.
“You learn your lesson?” I leaned against the bars and smirked at her.
“Not to kill people during day time? Sure, Cole,” She said dryly.
“No, Chloe. Not to think you’re above consequences and that you can do brash shit with no afterthought. I don’t give a fuck what you do or who you do it to but for Christ’s sake have some goddamn finesse.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Okay. I’m sorry,” she whined. “Can I please get out now?” She wrapped her fists around the bars and pulled as if she could move them. I stared at her for a moment wondering when the hell she grew up on me so fast.
I still remembered the first time I saw her. She was one and clinging to Camilla for dear life when she laid eyes on me. Now she was staring me down like she dared me not to open her cell.
She wasn’t a little girl anymore. It seemed like the entire time I was looking at her, she was doing the same thing. I shook my head and opened the door she didn’t walk out though. I went in and sat beside her, putting my ar
m around her dainty shoulders.
“Are you really pissed right now, like you didn’t deserve this shit?”
“Shut up. You’re supposed to look out for me. Not throw me in jail.”
“I am looking out for you, Chloe.” I touched her chin and she snuggled a little closer to me. I kept trying to find the little girl from eighteen years ago but it seemed she wasn’t there. My eyes dropped to her ample tits moving freely under her white top, then I jerked them back up to her eyes.
“Seriously?” She laughed. “Did you just look at my boobs, Cole?” I was caught red handed. I rubbed my eyes and groaned.
“I’m tired. I wasn’t trying to look at shit,” I told her.
“Uh huh. I think you were.” I could hear the tone in her voice and I tried to slide away from it but she straddled me before I could escape. Her tits mashed against my chest and her lips were inches away from mine. I leaned my head back against the wall and looked into her beautiful eyes…then she smiled and those fucking dimples grabbed me. Dammit if my dick didn’t get hard. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Chloe what the fuck are you doing?” I tried to laugh and keep it lighthearted but she’d already felt my stiff dick.
“I’ve always had a crush on you,” she admitted, her full lips ghosting over mine. I shut my eyes against her words, against her sweet scent, against those dimples.
“You know I’ve been with your mother, right?” I asked. “Like…I fucked the shit out of her multiple times, Chloe.”
“How long ago was that, Cole?”
“It doesn’t matter. It happened.” My hands tightened around her tiny waist.
“It’s over with though. It’s not like you married her and had kids with her.” She smirked as she detailed Camilla’s history with Manny and Dana.
“Goddammit,” I groaned. Chloe put her hands on both sides of my face and pressed her soft lips to mine. I moved away from the kiss and she whined.
“Clearly you want it.” She said, grinding her pussy into my hard dick. She was so damn hot between her legs.
“I’m a man and you’re on top of me. That’s all. We’re not going to fuck. Both of your father’s would kill me.” I thought of Manny and Xavier and cringed.
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