Monsters' Gift (Crude Hill High #2) - Sam Crescent Page 0,28
them through.
I moved down the long corridor of the doctor’s office in Crude Hill, typing in the code that only my friends, a few trusted minions, and I knew. The door gave the sound of admittance. It was dark, and I flicked on the light, making my way downstairs to find my father, sitting in his chair.
There didn’t need to be any changes. Their medication kept them perfectly docile. Completely lucid, but unable to do anything with their murdering thoughts. It was genius. Gael had come up with the idea. He knew a scientist guy who was working on a new formula. It was similar to the date rape drug, but we’d decided to buy the man instead to start making different kinds of chemistry, not the kind that hurt women.
I always liked to wait until it was injecting time. When my father believed he had a chance of making it out of here alive. First, the drug would have to wear off completely. The design didn’t allow for a slow awakening of the body. One moment, it was completely numb, the next, it was alive and ready to do battle, but the transition could also make a person sick. I’d seen it all done. My daddy was a little guinea pig. If I hadn’t betrayed him and taken over his life and businesses, I believed he’d be proud of me. I’d finally found a way to keep my enemy from ever knowing a moment’s peace or happiness, and in return, it made me immensely happy. He was the only one down here, at my request. The others were put in separate rooms, visited when one of us wanted to play.
I knew we were due for a visit. It had been a couple of days, and rather than take Emily against her wishes, I knew my father would be a good stress reliever. He’d take my mind off of actually wanting to have sex.
After grabbing the chair, I dragged it to where he sat, turned it, and straddled the seat, resting my arms across the back as I watched him.
He didn’t even twitch, but I knew he watched me.
“I think it’s time we had a talk.” I got up, going toward the row of needles, all of them labeled. I grabbed the one that I knew worked, picked up his useless arm, and plunged it inside, spilling the right amount of medicine I needed to have a conversation with him, but not enough to wake up his body.
I wasn’t afraid of my father. Far from it. I was the one who had helped to bring the daddies down here. Without me, we wouldn’t have been able to take over. It had been a battle, one I wanted.
“Hello, old man,” I said.
“I will fucking kill you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. His threats weren’t needed here. “Really?”
“One day, you’re going to make a mistake. You’ll forget and you can’t keep me down here forever.”
“I know. One day, I intend to kill you, but I’m waiting for when you can feel the most amount of pain and not live through it. That’s all I’m waiting for. When that day comes, you’ll be set free to go to hell.”
“And you think I’ll be going alone?”
“I know there’s going to be a special seat in hell for me. I look forward to it.” I cracked my knuckles as I watched him. “She’s back.”
He didn’t have any reaction. Even after all this time, my father was still sound of mind. No reaction, but I knew he was thinking, plotting, planning.
“It can’t be going according to plan.”
“Why is that?”
“You’re here and not fucking your woman, or do you let your friends take care of the manly parts?”
I didn’t react even though I wanted to.
He chuckled. “Rather than be balls deep inside your woman’s pussy, you’ve come to see your old man. It makes one wonder what you fucked up on.”
I stayed quiet. I knew better. He was trying to provoke me so I’d make a mistake.
Not going to happen. I had this shit covered.
I wouldn’t mess this up.
“You know, when we had our woman, you were lucky we got any work done. We couldn’t get enough of her. She belonged to us.” He let out a sigh. “I wonder what she’d think of you doing this to me.”
“Lucky for me, I don’t have to worry about my mom coming back. I wonder what she’d have to say about you.”