Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(27)

“What does this all mean Mr. President?” You could hear the uncertainty in the reporters voice as well as the others. They were unsure of what was to come, and they should be. The government had been hiding more shit from them than they realized.

All at the expense of other’s lives.

It was time for society to find out who the Projects were. It was time for them to understand what the brotherhood was.

It was time for death to rain down on everyone. Retribution would be served.





Prologue


Maggie



Let me tell you a story. One that doesn’t end with happiness, or happy tears, this one ends in blood, revenge, and truth. I was always told the truth would set me free. That in due time, the lies would unravel revealing the truth about who I was, and what it meant to be me.

I never expected to be someone so similar to Killer. To feel the need for blood without a second thought. That was the thing about us though; we never really knew one another for who we were. We believed that we did.

The secrets of life are always hidden, and the ones that we love the most always die. Killer was my everything, my life, and my reason for breathing. Finding out the real meaning behind the two of us would destroy us. It would destroy everything that made us who we were, but without the truth, without the secrets being told we would never know.

I took that leap of faith separating us for the rest of our lives.

Love lives on within us forever right?

If so then truthfully, I’m never alone.





Chapter One


Killer

Past



Blood surrounded me. I could feel the warmth of it against my skin. The copper smell filling the air, and hitting the back of my throat as I took in a large breathe. My chest heaved with the effort it took to breath. What was wrong with me? I blinked my eyes open, but saw nothing but darkness. My fists clenched against soft fabric. Where was I? The question echoed loudly in my ears cuaing my head to ache.

“Killer. Killer.” I could hear her screams, but couldn’t move. She needed me, yet I couldn’t reach her, no matter how hard I had tried.

“Maggie.” I screamed her name as loud as I could, but no words left my lips. Instead her name, and my voice bounced around inside of my head. Darkness plagued me, as I continued to hear her screams, her pleas for help, to be saved. I swam through dark layers of my mind trying to find the slightest trace of light that I could hold on to.

Sweat clung to my brow, as the memories resurfaced. Confusion hit me like a brick wall. What had happened to us? As panic rouse within me, more memories filtered through my mind.

“Make it stop. Tell them to stop.” Maggie’s voice was above a beg, whimpers left her throat, and I could feel myself growing hard. Hard for her, for the pain that she was enduring for me. She was strong, so f*cking strong.

“Killer can you hear me?” A voice asked. I shook my head trying to make it go away, I didn’t want to hear voices anymore; I simply wanted to know what had happened to Maggie. Unable to speak, I grunted and growled showing them just what I would do to them if I got loose, my own anger, begging to be unleashed upon them.

“He’s unresponsive sir.” I could hear shuffling of feet over the floor, and a warm calloused hand against my wrist, yet try as I may to move my hands and legs I couldn’t.

“Brown.” The word was said with so much authority, and suddenly I was being flung through a time portal. To a life that I had only remembered through memories, to a life I didn’t recall ever living.

Maggie stood before me, her dress bellowing in the wind. She was beautiful, her hair pinned back in an elegant way. As my eyes zoned in closer I realized it was a facade, it had to be. Maggie’s image tilted, before red started forming on her hands, and throat.

“No…” I screamed, running towards her. I needed to stop the bleeding to make sure that she was okay, but with every step I took towards, I was flung further away. Blood poured from her, as she grabbed her hands staring at them in understanding.

“Its what they wanted Killer. Its what will happen.” Her voice was so soft, like cashmere. My eyes grew wide in fear, her voice warming me, and filling me with so much self hate. This was my fault.

“Maggie!” I screamed her name, her face titled sideways, as if she was trying to understand me.

“Revive him.” The voice said again, pulling me from the past. A course of electricity zinged through me, causing my heartbeat to jolt in my chest. I could hear the loud thuds of it in my ear, and the smell of burnt hair filtering in through my nostrils. Confusion overwhelmed me. Was I dying?

“Place him back under.” The voice said again. Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the voice, on anything that could tell me where I was.

In the next instant I could feel my body clinging to the side of a pool. Dark water lied at each side of me. The water was so dark and cold, that my lips quivered, and my teeth chattered against one another loudly.

“Maggie.” I yelled her name, but heard nothing back. It was as if I was living in my own personal hell. She wasn’t here with me. This was all inside of my head. It had to be, what else could be happening?

Without warning my grip on the side of the pool went slack, and I sunk deeply into the water. I flailed against the cold water, attempting to swim back to the top, my attempts going nowhere. Numbness was taking over my limbs, as my body scrapped against the bottom of the pool and an image formed above me.