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CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
RIFF
Rollin gives me a smile and he jerks his chin to the large rectangular table. I watch as one of the men stands and moves to the side, leaving an empty chair for me. Sinking down, Frogger, Bans, and Byron stand at my back to offer their protection.
Sucking in a breath, I look around and let out a sigh. “Talk,” I demand as Rollin sinks down in the chair across from mine.
“Where do I begin?” he asks.
“The fucking beginning, but talk fast because I’m losing my goddamn patience,” I growl.
He snorts. “Sinks gave her to us. When we pushed her, she told us about her man, if you can call him that, and the obvious abuse that was happening to her. He also said we had free rein on all of the women. Then when we went to get them, knowing they were probably being abused too, we had some firepower brought our way.”
“You’re telling me that you were just bombing them to get their women to save them?” I ask.
I don’t know what the fuck to believe. I need Country here to do some detective work because I am a bit out of my element. I also don’t want to fucking be here. I was just supposed to come in, end this club, take the girl out of danger, deliver her safely to her people, then go the fuck home.
“Bombing?” Rollin asks.
Uno clears his throat and raises his hand like he’s in fucking school and needs to get permission to talk. Rollin lifts his hand, giving him unspoken permission and I’m about to tell all these fuckers to grow the fuck up in a minute. But I don’t. Instead, I listen, because I want to know what’s happening here.
“You came in guns at the ready, threatening us, telling us to give you all of the women. We fought back, none of us knew why you’d do that shit. Then one of your men threatened to blow our club up and take them.”
“Can you blame us?” Rollin asks. “We get this eighteen-year-old that was given to a grown-ass fucking man at the age of thirteen by her own fucking father, who also happens to be president of the club. What the fuck were we supposed to think?”
“Don’t know what anyone else’s business is, but my woman is a fucking adult and always has been. She’s the mother of my kids and I’ve been with her since she was twenty years old. You touch her and I’ll fucking kill all of you,” Uno grinds out.
Rollin looks back behind him toward the kidnapped girl and she dips her chin. “My father prefers them young. My old man liked the idea of owning someone and the fact that he got me when he did was exactly what he loved about the relationship. But he fucked adult women too, clubwhores.”
“There are others though, aren’t there?” Rollin asks.
“There are,” she agrees with a nod.
Uno growls under his breath slightly before he shakes his head once. “Where? Because I’ve never seen them.”
The girl’s lips curve up into a smile. It’s almost evil looking and at the same time, it’s completely haunted.
Turning to her, I jerk my chin in her direction. “Tell us what the fuck is going on here, because we’re about to kill every fucker in this room and their deaths will be on your head, bitch.”
“On your fucking head,” Frogger grunts, emphasizing my words behind me.
“My father keeps them. They’re girls that eventually he takes to the club as clubwhores when they’re old enough, but he’s been doing it for years. Teenage runaways from bad homes, usually. I didn’t think he was doing anything wrong. He has always had these girls that he would bring into our home. I didn’t know it was wrong. It’s always been just part of my life.”
“Where are they?” I demand.
“She won’t tell us, so good luck,” Rollin snorts.
The girl, I still don’t know her name, and honestly, I don’t give a fuck what it is either. Her name is inconsequential to me at the moment. Although, she does play an important part in this, knowing her name is not what’s important here.
“Where the fuck are they?” I bark, demanding again.
She arches a brow, her lips pressing together. “How do I know that you all aren’t going to do the same thing? You’re all just like my father, just like Dusty, all of you.”
“You think we came here to kill these fucks, kill Dusty, because we’re just like them?”
Her face turns pale, completely fucking white as her lips part and she clears her throat. I watch, waiting for her to tell me something,anything. She doesn’t speak right away, but when she does, thankfully it’s to tell us exactly where these other girls are.
TANNER
