Depth Of A Twisted Mind

Past Tense

*Brody is in the above pic* 😈

Warning! Slight mature scene in this chapter
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Jack

It took everything in me, not to break this glass partition separating us. So many questions were running thru my head on why he was here and what the hell did he want! Every time I saw his face all I could see is RED.

"I know you wish that you could hug me instead of us meeting like this, little brother. But, a little birdie told me, you were here and that you need some taming."

If you could see the smug look on his face, you would want to slap it for an eternity. I'm sure a sexy doc wouldn't mind. She's always angry or tense when I see her.

Now back to the matter at hand...

"Start talking! I don't have time to be playing games with you, Brody. Who the fuck told you I was here?!"

"Patience, patience. I'm sure if I asked to be in here too, they would gladly agree."

I kept balling up my fist...contemplating on how I would kill my own brother. He didn't use to be this asshole...let me take that back; he was never an asshole to me.

Once our mom started to suffer from dementia, everything went downhill from there. When Brody was 19 and I was 15, she was put in a home. This left us to fend for ourselves especially since Brody was considered an adult at the time. I was into girls and actually my studies. I never wanted to be considered a handsome dummy or cute jock. Hell, I didn't even play sports! My time spent for a long as I can remember was shooting guns. Any and every type of gun I could get my hands on. Brody would take me out into the fields and setup targets...old school shit.

Once I turned 18, I was able to go to the range and release any built up tension. My mom didn't remember me, my brother was never home...shit just went downhill. That's when He took me in and taught me everything I know about the mafia underworld. He was never officially apart of anything, just considered "The Cleaner" because anything you needed to disappear it was done without notice.

I was provided with money anytime a job needed to be done and the compensation was more than enough. Hell, I went to college! I graduated top of my class with a BA of Science in Physics then got my Masters in Advanced Physics. Let's just say at this point I was the best shooter money could buy.

The old man and I started taking shit to another level. We started creating torture devices to get information out of whomever, whenever our services were needed. Later, I started to just become a freelancer since I was well-seasoned enough. Now, I'm called up when desperate times, call for desperate measures.

Back to the Brody situation...let's rewind back. After I turned 18, I rarely saw my brother to the point where he was just a distant memory. I would see him every now and then at the range, but little words were exchanged between us. Some say he was locked up or dead even but in my heart I felt his presence. After mom passed, I just kept busy with assignments which is why I'm in this mess.

"Are you done reminiscing, brother? Or are you still trying to figure out why I'm here?" Brody leaned even closer to the glass window. If I could jump thru the glass and strangle his ass, life would be great.

"Stop playing games, Brody and finally answer the damn question!"

"Well, I'm doing a little bit of underground fighting for Frank. But today,I heard he got his hands on a new prize possession and how it was giving him problems. I didn't realize it was you until I overheard him arguing with the feisty Latina."