Aaron: Book Three (Scars 3)
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Authors: Sinden West
Aaron:
Book Three of the Scars Series
by
Sinden
West
Copyright@2015 Sinden West
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Vicious
Shy
This Darkest Man
SCRYER SERIES
Scryer
The Scryer Wife
SCARS SERIES
Scars
Memory
TABLE OF CONTENTS
The nightmare woke me. My hands curled
into claws to grip the sheets while I clenched my teeth and forced my ragged
breathing back under control. She didn’t stir; not even a little bit. Her fair
hair fanned over the pillow and on her face was a look of peace. Her lips
tilted up slightly into a faint smile. What did she dream about while I dreamt
of demons? Did she live out a fantasy where she was the predator and I the
prey?
This girl lying
beside me couldn’t have been further from the demoness in my dream. No red glow
emanated from beneath her lids; her teeth were not razor sharp and her nails
were blunt. How could she sleep like that‒so motionless‒in my bed?
Next to
me
of all people? She should have come to her senses by now and
run again, but she hadn’t. She’d stayed.
The very first
time I’d seen her was in the prison when I was visiting my uncle. I had heard
of her, of course. Mostly, I had ignored his rambling. I didn’t need his shit,
even though I owed him.
She was not as
beautiful as he made out. His description of her made her sound like she had an
ethereal quality to her—pale skin, yellow hair.
“Her beauty
disguises the evil within her. She’s a
psychopath
.” As I sat opposite
him in the prison visiting room, I wondered and not for the first time, if he
had finally gone crazy. The alcohol had been addling his brain for years, aging
him and changing him, inside and out. “You’ll help me.” He was confident as he
said that and I had to stop myself from bristling. I hated when anyone assumed
anything. I looked away from him and around the room. I knew a few of the men there
and they gave nods in my direction. I had made sure that my uncle was protected
in prison. That wasn’t enough though. I owed him.
He pushed the
creased picture toward me and the smiling girl holding an ice cream stared up
at me. The smell of semen wafted up and I made sure not to touch the photograph.
So he’d been tossing off to the image of her still? He was obsessed. I didn’t
need this. I could just walk away. I’d spent a lot of money paying off the last
woman so she would disappear without a fuss. Though, to be fair, he hadn’t
asked for my help. I had turned up at his house after not hearing from him for
a month and found the beaten girl unconscious on the floor. I stepped over her
and moved further into the house. He was drunk and lying on his bed.
“What did you
do?” I asked him.
He barely moved
his head. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of control, but the bitch stole
from me.”
I studied him.
Once I had thought him larger than life, a superhero figure almost, but right
then, he just looked like a sad old drunk; someone who wasn’t even capable of
beating the thin woman who lay bleeding on the carpet.
“So what are you
going to do? She’s still alive. Do you want her dead?” I knew that I sounded
like I didn’t care, but I wanted to know what his answer would be. I wanted to
know if he had the guts.
“I don’t want
the bitch to die,” he slurred, so quietly that I could barely make it out.
“It would
probably be easier to get rid of her body than to get her medical treatment.
People are going to ask questions.”
His mouth
twisted, like he was either going to vomit or cry. “I’m not a killer.”
I’m not a
killer…
Those words had
such a hidden meaning that it was hard not to flinch. Of course I didn’t. I had
spent my life forming an exterior of stone.
“Take her to the
hospital.”
I stared down at
the pathetic man. He was giving me orders like I was twelve years old again.
But what he’d done for me…
“I’ll take care
of it.” I wasn’t sure if he heard me because his eyes were fluttering closed.
He looked no
better than he had then even as he sat sober in the prison visiting area,
except now there was almost an air of glee about him.
“I found her.” He
passed over a newspaper article with a picture of three girls and a small
caption beneath it.
“She’s dead?”
“No, those were
her friends.” He tapped on the image of the girl who stood off to the side.
“She’s been living up life while I’ve been stuck in here rotting.”
I sighed,
tearing my eyes away from the picture.
“And?”
He leaned
forward, his eyes glittering with more life than I had seen in him for a long
while. “I want to break her. I want to crush that little whore until the demon
in her is dead and that carcass falls free from her body.”
“So you want her
dead.”
“No.”
Heads turned in
our direction briefly, and then they went back to their business. He shrugged
his shoulders like he was shaking off a weight. “No. When she’s broken, then
she can be reborn. It will be like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis,
something beautiful and graceful. She can have another chance…”
He sounded almost
wistful and I heard my heart thumping. He was crazy. He was fucking crazy. He
would murder this girl, whether he wanted to or not and I’d be stuck cleaning
up the fucking mess. Shit. Why did I even care?
“I’ll do it,” I
said finally. “I’ll make her into whatever the hell it is that you want her to
be, if that’ll make you happy. I won’t take the risk of another dead body to
hide, so we’ll do it my way. Do you understand?”
His face had
broken into a smile. “You’re a good boy, Aaron.”
Now, in the room
next to that girl in the photograph, I collapsed back down on the pillow.
“You’re a good boy, Aaron,” I whispered into the darkness. My mom used to say
that. It was a line that came from her mouth automatically every time she
tended to my wounds. It was like it was all that she could think to say. At
least she didn’t lie and tell me that she would leave him. It just was what it
was and we both knew it. There was no point dwelling on it.
I sighed. There
would be no more sleep for me, plus dawn wasn’t far off. I slid from the bed,
careful not to disturb her and grabbed a pair of gym shorts. I’d work out. That
way there would be a legitimate reason for the sweat. No way would I admit to
getting freaked out by some weird dream. I started on the treadmill, ready to
run some miles. I had the machine pointed directly at the faces in the mural. I
liked to see every single day the things that I had done.
Is that why you
keep Rachel around?
I increased the
speed on the treadmill. I wanted to run myself to the maximum until I was too
exhausted to think anymore. Power pulsed through me as my feet pounded down. I
felt fucking invincible as I pushed my body to its limits. The pain travelling
through me as I forced my body on like it was a machine acted like an elixir,
spurring me on even more and infusing me with strength.
I sensed her,
just like I always did. It wasn’t her scent or the sounds that she made,
because she always moved lightly as if she thought she could creep up on me. It
was just…
her.
I slowed the
machine down until it came to a stop before turning to face her. She stood in
the doorway. A short, red silk robe covered her nakedness now. She looked
impossibly sexy and I felt my cock twitch with desire. My first instinct was to
grab her, strip her and have her ride me right there on the floor.
But the dream
kept coming back to me, leaving my mouth dry with…what? Horror? Fear? Whatever
it was, the desire died swiftly.
“What are you
doing up?” I asked her.
She shrugged,
still looking half asleep. “Are you having breakfast here or leaving?”
“Go shower. I’ll
make something for us.”
She turned
sleepily back toward the direction of the bedroom. In the farmhouse, she had
been the one to cook, forced by me. She was fucking terrible at it, but how she
looked, nude in the kitchen…Hell it was the sickest, dominant fantasy that one
could have, and I had nearly let it, no
her
, let
her
turn me on and
lose sight of what I was there for.
It was on a much
larger scale than anything else that I had ever done. If my job was to give
someone a fright to get them to do what they were told, it would be a swift
action and not drawn out torture unless it was absolutely necessary. The longer
you kept someone away from their normal life and routine, the easier it would
be to get caught and leave evidence.
But she, she was
different. I lost my head with her for a time.
At first, I had just
treated her like a job. The house was ready. The electricity was on and the
kitchen stocked with food, and all I had to do was to wait. Her life wasn’t
that interesting. Her boyfriend was some loser with his pants half way down his
ass who was screwing around on her with another girl. The mother’s boyfriend
was boring and didn’t appear to be too bright. The mother herself, on the other
hand, was like a snake. She had a cunning intellect in her eyes and she wasn’t
like how she had been portrayed in the diary at all. How addled had my uncle’s
brain been when he was with her? She was screwing her boss late at night,
straddling his fat lap behind his desk with the blinds half open. The dumb
boyfriend didn’t have a clue.
The blonde girl,
Rachel, or Paige as she went by, looked sour. She had a misery about her, but
she was tough. I could tell. I’d been reading his diary. The girl was a piece
of work, so was the mother, although he hadn’t realized that. The mother wasn’t
the angel that he thought she was, but that wasn’t my problem. The girl was my
job. I would get the girl, do what he wanted with her, and then scare the shit
out of her to keep her mouth shut once he got what he wanted.
And then, my
debt was done. I wasn’t no hero worshipping kid anymore and he needed to
fucking learn that.
When it was time
to act, I sat in the car watching where she worked. She had left her shift at
the diner late and began to walk. The streets were silent and she swerved
toward an alleyway. That’s when I took action. I backed the car up to the
alleyway, blocking it and got out the syringe.
For some reason
she had stopped and was staring at the sky. Her hair was a pale sheath in the
darkness and for just a moment, I could see what he saw in her and paused. Just
then, in the darkness, she was beautiful, appearing unworldly almost. I stood
there staring, out in the open and stupid. But then I remembered myself and got
down to business. My footsteps were silent in the dark and she never even heard
me coming.
It was so wrong
how easy it was just to take someone and to steal them away.
After I placed
her limp body in the trunk of the car, the oddest feeling of power came over me
and I stopped for a moment before closing it. Everything about this girl was
now in my hands. She was at my mercy.
A heat came over
me at the memory. Fuck it. I needed my dick in her
now.
I stripped off
and went to join her in the shower. She stood there with her eyes closed as the
water rained down on her like she was in heaven. She let her eyes open just a
crack as I slipped in beside her, cupping her full breasts before beginning to
soap them. Her nipples hardened and she stretched her head back slightly and
gave a small moan. She must have still been half asleep, because normally she
fought against the way I made her feel; the way I could make her body mine with
such ease like it was made for me and only me.
I forced my
tongue into her mouth as I lifted her up, parting her legs and holding her in
place against the tile.
“You want?” I
whispered.
She tried to
arch toward me as best she could in response but I held her firm.
“How much?” I
hissed in her ear, before sucking on her beautiful neck. I felt her breathing
heavily against my mouth. I wanted another moan. My mouth moved up to kiss her
jaw and then to move over to her open and panting mouth, but before I could
place my lips there, she spoke.
“As much as you
want me,” she finally answered. “I want your cock just as much as you want what
I have right here.” She nodded down to indicate her spread legs but never moved
her eyes from mine.
My mouth moved
into a smile before I could even think about it, and then I pushed into her
waiting and wet pussy, hard and right up to the hilt. She gasped and her eyes
widened before sliding half closed in a lusty haze as I moved within her. This
was what she wanted. I didn’t know if it was actually me that she desired, but
this, right here, in this shower, she was getting what she needed as her nails
grazed against my back and her breathing became rapid and uneven and all of her
clenched around me as I exploded inside of her, trapped right there between her
thighs.