TWISTED FATES BOOK 2: EVEN MORE TWISTED

Sammie

I awoke in my bed and noticed the sun was already setting. I was still wearing only my black satin robe and nothing else. Confused, I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand and noticed that it was now almost 7 pm.

What the hell?!

My mind was hazy. I remembered having my smoothie and heading upstairs to my bed to get comfy while I waited for my girls to skype. Then … nothing.

I scratched my head in confusion. My laptop was just as I left it, sitting beside me on the bed.

I clenched my jaw and scrunched my eyes, racking my brain as to how I somehow managed to fall asleep for over eight hours. My head was pounding. I decided to head over to my bathroom and grab a few Advil from the medicine cabinet.

Big mistake.

As soon as I stood up, my legs gave way, making me flop onto the floor. I felt as if all my vampire strength was zapped. I feebly tried to crawl up when I happened to notice four bruises on each of my inner thighs. I didn’t have those earlier. Where the fuck did they come from? I tried to stand up again, and a sharp pain pierced my skull, causing me to cringe. I quickly ran to the toilet. Well, as quickly as I could achieve at the time without passing out and began throwing up remnants of my smoothie and bile. Once my body decided there was nothing left to heave up, I laid my head on the cool tile floor, panting. I shut my eyes, trying to calm myself, and immediately began to have brief images flashing in my head; what I saw chilled me to the bone. I curled myself into a ball and began to scream at the revolting recollections of what had happened to me.

Goddess NO…I was fucking raped.

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Devon

Sammie sat in my arms as I tried to keep her trembling body calm. She called me hysterical, and I immediately came over to be with her. She looks so fragile right now; I can’t even think about leaving her side. I mind linked Michael and asked him to do some research on her assailant. The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. I was pissed, my wolf, Slade, was fighting to break through and rip that son of a bitch’s balls off, but I told him we couldn’t leave our mate. She was our priority, but I assured Slade that revenge was going to be served.

I still can’t figure out how Sammie was overpowered. I mean, she’s one fierce vampire, for Goddess sakes! Jareth taught her how to fight really well. My only assumption is that somehow, she had been drugged. Considering her patchy memory and the fact that her advanced healing capabilities didn’t kick in, it’s the only possible deduction. She looked so frail in my arms. I felt powerless. I saw all the bruises on her thighs and back that she hadn’t even realized were there.

After a couple of hours, Michael’s mind linked me to speak in private. I looked down at Sammie, and she was sleeping peacefully. I carefully laid her down on her bed and placed a blanket over her. I tenderly brushed aside a few of her long lavender tresses that were splayed along her face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Silently I crept outside of her bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so as to keep an ear out in case she woke up while I was downstairs. I immediately called Michael.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“How’s she doing?”

“Pretty shook, but I finally got her to sleep for a bit. What’s up?”

“Okay…so I looked up the info on that douchebag that raped her, and it’s not good Dev.”

“Spill.”

Michael sighed. I could tell he was tense. “So, you know how you thought this guy sounded familiar?”

“Yeah, who is he?”

“Well, I talked to Shay and Astrid about what happened. They said this asshat was Sammie’s ex … kind of. I guess she used to be his physical therapist, and they were also seeing each other - if you know what I mean. Well, anyway, it turns out it wasn’t anything serious on Sammie’s end. Things ended pretty badly when she found out he was actually engaged and was using Sammie as his side piece.”

I growled. Slade and I didn’t like the fact that this low life used Sammie, and now he’s fucking with her again.

“There’s more Dev.”

“What?”

“I googled him up online to see if I could get anything about his whereabouts and dude …. he’s dead, or at least that’s what the news said. He and his wife supposedly died almost a year ago in a bad car crash. It turns out that the crash caused the car to friggin explode on impact. The car hit a patch of ice and lost control. It careened off the road and broke through a guardrail, then rolled down a steep mountainside. I guess it was so bad that they couldn’t fully recover all their remains.”

“Well, that can’t be right. Sammie swears it was him.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, man. I mean, that was a horrible crash. The guy’s wife was identified by her teeth.”

“How’d they identify him?”

“It looks like the only thing they had to go by was his charred wedding ring. His body was too badly damaged.”

“So technically, his body wasn’t actually found.”

“I mean yeah, I suppose.”

“Shit. I have a bad feeling about this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it … there’s no way Sammie could have been overpowered and drugged without knowing it. She said she remembered trying to fight him off initially, but he was way too strong. There’s only one way that’s possible.”

“Shit … so u think he’s a supe?”

“Yep, either wolf or fang. It has to be, and I’m pretty sure I know who’s responsible for the extra juice this asshole is packing. There’s only one person fucked up enough to set this shit up. There’s no one else that could have made it possible for him to have eluded Sammie’s senses. Fucking Dasha.”

’Damn, bro. What do you need me to do?”

“Just keep an eye on the pack. I’ll stay with Sammie for the next few days. I don’t want her here alone, especially if he’s still out there. “

“K. I’ll update Aiden and the girls. I’m pretty sure from what Shay told me that they shouldn’t be gone too much longer. So that’ll help.”

” Sounds good. Thanks, Mike.”

“Yeah, Dev. No prob. Just take care of your girl. She’s been through hell and needs you, buddy.”

“Yeah. Talk to you later. Mind link me if anything else happens.”

“Same. Peace”

I disconnected the call and looked around the room, trying to find any shred of this asshole for me to get a scent on. So far, as of now, we have nothing. I don’t even know what the hell he is other than dead when I find him.

I ran my hand through my hair and decided to grab a bowl of cereal for me and a couple of blood pouches for Sammie to take with me upstairs. I knew she’d need to feed soon, so she’d probably be up shortly. Even though Slade and I genuinely needed to take a run and let off some steam, I knew doing so wouldn’t be the right thing to do right now. Sammie needed me to help her get through this. To support her, show her that we both would get through this. I knew it wasn’t her fault some sadistic asshole did what he did, but I needed to make sure she knew it too.

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Michael

After I hung up with Dev, I was about to call Shay when Aiden walked into our office. He had been training some of the newbs and wasn’t entirely aware of everything that happened. I wasn’t sure if it was my place to say anything, but being that his mate was one of Sammie’s best friends, I decided to enlighten him of the sitch.

“Hey Mikey, why the long face?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna hear about it from Astrid anyway, so you may want to prepare yourself, buddy. Some heavy shit went down with Sammie earlier. And when I say heavy, I mean The Meg heavy.”

“Well, since you’re comparing it to a mondo shark that could swallow up Jaws like it was a tiny snack, pretty sure it must be bad. What’s up?”

I rubbed my hands over my face. What happened to Sammie was not an easy thing to say out loud. Maybe she wasn’t my mate, but she was Dev’s, who has been my best friend since we were pups. Not to mention that Sammie’s mine and Aiden’s mates’ best friend. Hell, after spending more time around her, I kind of thought we were becoming friends too. Damn, this whole thing just sucks.

“Someone attacked her, Aid. Some sick fuck raped her.” I finally managed to choke the revolting words out barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, what? Did you just say that someone raped Sammie … our Sammie … pretty, kick-ass vampire Sammie? That Sammie? Do we know who attacked her? Was it some rando psycho?”

“I guess some ex she used to have a thing with did it. The guy was a douche, and they had a bad break up.”

“How is that even possible, man?! Are you sure she was really raped and maybe didn’t just, you know … cheat on Dev? I mean, she’s not marked yet?”

“Dude! Seriously? Seriously?! Of course, we’re sure dumbass. It’s not something that someone would just make up. Especially not her.” I snapped.

“Hey … I get it. But all I’m saying is from what I’ve seen; this girl is a remarkable fighter. Like she takes us down without even breaking a sweat. So how could someone have possibly overpowered her? Then to be able to do that and still make it out alive no less. Come on, Mikey? It makes no sense, man.”

“We don’t know how he did it, Aid, but Dev’s with her now trying to find out whatever he can. But she’s pretty torn up about it. She only remembers bits and pieces. She said she blacked out.”

“So she was drugged then?”

“That’s what we’re thinking.”

“Oooookkkkay… I mean, I guess that makes sense. But what the hell kind of drug out there can basically rufie a fucking vampire Mikey?”

I shook my head. I had no clue.

“We don’t know, Aid. But whatever it was, was strong enough to debilitate her completely. It had to be like some serious potent shit.”

“You know this totally reeks of Bitch-Witch don’t you?”

“Yeah. That’s the only thing that’s making sense right now. Especially because the douche that did it, supposedly died which tells me the asshole faked his own death, and now he’s a supe.”

“Yep. This definitely has the rank bitch’s stench all over it. She’s like the only one out there that has a friggin grudge hard-on for Sam.”

I nodded. How could we not know who would have been capable of having her hand in this? There was only one person that was dead set on destroying Sammie at all costs.

“Yeah. Fucking Dasha.”

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Thanks for reading my lovelies!

*** A/N

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