Blood Is Thicker Than Water (A New Adult Dark Thriller Series of Mystery and Suspense) ( free series of thriller, mystery, suspense and horror) (Next Of Kin Book 1) by Aray Brown
Authors: Aray Brown
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be in the grave along with the rest of his secrets.
Henry only told people he trusted where he would end up. People he could rely on. He carried a little insurance just in case things went sour.
Henry was deep in thought when he felt the vibration of her fingertips tracing down his forearm, and then his hand. She probed his palm, then the fingers.
They were flat, the same as Medina’s. Henry jerked his hand back.
* * * * * * * *
Three months had passed.
The twins were homeless. Their daily routine consisted of looking for food and shelter. Missing posters with Medina’s face were plastered everywhere. Weary that they would be put back in the system, they persuaded Jordyss to book them a flight to their hometown.
Jordyss wasn’t your run-of-the-mill rich girl. She was into punk rock, tattoos and piercings, all that was anti-girly.
She and Medina had gotten quite close over the school year. They went far and wide together. She was a second sister to her.
Jordyss confiscated her father’s credit card and purchased two one-way tickets to The City.
“Stay safe ok.” Jordyss said.
“Yeah.” Medina agreed.
Medina and Isabel boarded the plane, watched her out the window.
The door sealed up. The air traffic controller cleared the aircraft for takeoff.
They were going back to where it all started. They missed it, the smell and the friends from the neighborhood. Although the feeling of not having any prospects overwhelmed them, they were glad to be back in their birthplace.
They hailed a taxi. The first stop was their old place. It hadn’t changed. It was how they left it. Isabel buzzed the doorbell. An older woman responded, cigarette in her mouth, twelve months pregnant and cussing like a sailor to her boyfriend.
“Beat it kid. What are ya deaf? I said scram!” She exclaimed.
“We used to live here. We just want to come in.” Medina said.
The woman slammed the door in their face.
Medina and Isabel had lived in an old warehouse for a year. It was their shelter. Stealing money from those more fortunate was their survival. They had gotten rather good at it. They knew which houses to hit. Some of them had jewels, which they pawned for easy cash. The twins took what they needed, although Isabel wanted to take more. She was envious of them, their lifestyle.
The twins crashed a high society party. The back entrance was unguarded for a reason that was unbeknownst to them. They walked further and found themselves surrounded by jewelry.
“Why should they get everything when I got nothing? She thought, loading up a bag with jewelry.
“What are you doing?” Darius asked, crept up behind them.
Medina jumped up, startled.
“How’d you get in here?” Another question they weren’t prepared to answer.
They were silent, adding to his annoyance.
A knock broke their dead stare.
“Darius are you in there?” A husky voice asked.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” He replied, holding him off.
“Be sure you do.” The husky voice said.
Darius waited for him to leave before he said another word.
“You could get arrested for this.” He darted eyes at them.
“We didn’t choose this life. It chose us.” Medina said,
“That’s what every criminal says.” Darius replied.
Surveying Medina’s rage, he removed his coat and draped it over her,
“We’re going home.” He said.
He left the shindig. The twins met him at the back door.
21.
You’re so beautiful. Darius thought, gazing at Issy’s sleeping face like an animal stalking its prey.
The door closed. The bedroom was coal-black.
“Dina?” Issy woke up, eyes bulging out of the sockets.
A dark figure approached.
“Who’s there?” She cried out.
No answer followed.
The figure came closer, forcing himself on top. She smelled the hard liquor on his breath.
“No, stop! Darius Get off of me! Get off me!” Her eyes welled up,
Henry only told people he trusted where he would end up. People he could rely on. He carried a little insurance just in case things went sour.
Henry was deep in thought when he felt the vibration of her fingertips tracing down his forearm, and then his hand. She probed his palm, then the fingers.
They were flat, the same as Medina’s. Henry jerked his hand back.
* * * * * * * *
Three months had passed.
The twins were homeless. Their daily routine consisted of looking for food and shelter. Missing posters with Medina’s face were plastered everywhere. Weary that they would be put back in the system, they persuaded Jordyss to book them a flight to their hometown.
Jordyss wasn’t your run-of-the-mill rich girl. She was into punk rock, tattoos and piercings, all that was anti-girly.
She and Medina had gotten quite close over the school year. They went far and wide together. She was a second sister to her.
Jordyss confiscated her father’s credit card and purchased two one-way tickets to The City.
“Stay safe ok.” Jordyss said.
“Yeah.” Medina agreed.
Medina and Isabel boarded the plane, watched her out the window.
The door sealed up. The air traffic controller cleared the aircraft for takeoff.
They were going back to where it all started. They missed it, the smell and the friends from the neighborhood. Although the feeling of not having any prospects overwhelmed them, they were glad to be back in their birthplace.
They hailed a taxi. The first stop was their old place. It hadn’t changed. It was how they left it. Isabel buzzed the doorbell. An older woman responded, cigarette in her mouth, twelve months pregnant and cussing like a sailor to her boyfriend.
“Beat it kid. What are ya deaf? I said scram!” She exclaimed.
“We used to live here. We just want to come in.” Medina said.
The woman slammed the door in their face.
Medina and Isabel had lived in an old warehouse for a year. It was their shelter. Stealing money from those more fortunate was their survival. They had gotten rather good at it. They knew which houses to hit. Some of them had jewels, which they pawned for easy cash. The twins took what they needed, although Isabel wanted to take more. She was envious of them, their lifestyle.
The twins crashed a high society party. The back entrance was unguarded for a reason that was unbeknownst to them. They walked further and found themselves surrounded by jewelry.
“Why should they get everything when I got nothing? She thought, loading up a bag with jewelry.
“What are you doing?” Darius asked, crept up behind them.
Medina jumped up, startled.
“How’d you get in here?” Another question they weren’t prepared to answer.
They were silent, adding to his annoyance.
A knock broke their dead stare.
“Darius are you in there?” A husky voice asked.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” He replied, holding him off.
“Be sure you do.” The husky voice said.
Darius waited for him to leave before he said another word.
“You could get arrested for this.” He darted eyes at them.
“We didn’t choose this life. It chose us.” Medina said,
“That’s what every criminal says.” Darius replied.
Surveying Medina’s rage, he removed his coat and draped it over her,
“We’re going home.” He said.
He left the shindig. The twins met him at the back door.
21.
You’re so beautiful. Darius thought, gazing at Issy’s sleeping face like an animal stalking its prey.
The door closed. The bedroom was coal-black.
“Dina?” Issy woke up, eyes bulging out of the sockets.
A dark figure approached.
“Who’s there?” She cried out.
No answer followed.
The figure came closer, forcing himself on top. She smelled the hard liquor on his breath.
“No, stop! Darius Get off of me! Get off me!” Her eyes welled up,
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