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“I fucking knew it!” I jump up and grab her to me, kissing her thoroughly. “I’m gonna be a daddy again! You kept this from me for a month!”
“I wanted to surprise you.” She tells me.
“Color me surprised. Fuck baby. I’m going to show you how happy I am later.” I kiss her lips before I turn to Wendy. “You’re going to be a big sister sweetheart.” She rushes into my arms, and I pick her up. I grab Hannah and hug my family close to me. “We’re having a baby.”
“He’s going into shock.” I turn to see that the parents aren’t surprised, but everyone else is. Well, except for the ladies in the room. I’m having a baby with my amazing wife. Oh fuck.
“Why did you let me be so rough with you! You knew I wouldn’t do that if I knew. I could have hurt the baby. Oh, fuck. We need to get you checked out. Doc!”
“He’s definitely going into shock.” The next thing I feel is a hand slapping my cheek. “There, he’s back.” I look down to see it was my mom and notice that Wendy is no longer in my arms. “Get it together daddy. You didn’t hurt that baby. Trust me. You and Axyl need to get it through your thick skulls that rough sex won’t hurt the baby, to an extent.” Before I can reply, the prospect manning the gate rushes in and tells us there’s a package at the gate. It’s too heavy for him to lift himself. Westyn, Axyl, Trigger, and I walk out to find a large box wrapped up like a Christmas present sitting in front of the gate. We go to lift it up and it’s heavy as fuck. We manage to get it in the clubhouse and sit it on the table.
“Should we open it?” Ali asks.
“Probably. Stay back. We don’t know what it is.” Westyn says. The men walk over to the box and we slowly unwrap it. There’s a note addressed to Hannah taped to the outside of it. I set it on the table and take my knife out to cut the tape. Opening the box, I suppress a gag. “What the fuck is that!” I move the paper and see a woman, mutilated, inside the box.
“No!” Travis says, dropping to the ground. Kai roars, Evan and Parker rush to keep Chelsea and Hannah back.
“What the fuck is it? Let me go right this instant.” Chelsea exclaims. I turn just in time to catch her and Hannah in my arms.
“You don’t want to see this.” I try, but they fight their way out of my grasp.
“Oh! My baby girl!” Chelsea screams. Travis gets up and wraps his wife in his arms.
“No! No! Oh, God please no.” I grab Hannah in my arms, and she starts to fight me, but I hold her until the fight leaves her.
“I’m going to hunt him down and kill that little fucker.” Kai roars. He gets his phone out and dials a number. “We got our first move. It’s our turn now.” Then he hangs up. I’ve never seen a body so mutilated before and I’ve killed a lot of people. All I know is I need to get my family to safety because I’ll be damned if Hannah winds up like Sierra.
The first thing I saw when the box was opened was my dad hitting the floor. My brothers tried to hold my mother and I back, but it didn’t work. Jackson tried to hold us back, but we slipped from his grip. Looking into the box and seeing my little sister mutilated the way she was had my body shutting down. My sister was a straight up deceitful bitch, but she didn’t deserve this. We could have gotten her help. Who would do this? Why would they do this? Was it Blake? I can’t stop staring at the box. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything. I can feel my stomach contents coming up full force. I can’t even move to go to the bathroom. It spews out on the floor. “Fuck!” Jackson has my hair in one hand and his other is rubbing soothing circles on my back as I continue to make a mess on the floor. I can hear my mom screaming, my dad crying, and my brothers cursing the motherfucker that did this.
“Get them the fuck out of here.” I hear my mom screaming, my dad having to throw her over his shoulder to get her out of the room. I’m being picked up, but I can’t stop looking at the box. We’re brought into the family room. The only thing that can be heard are my families cries of pain. She didn’t deserve this. No one deserves a death like that. I can feel the darkness swallowing me whole. The numbness that follows. I’ve completely shut my emotions off. I stand up and walk to the main room where my sister is.
Jackson tries to stop me, but it isn’t working. I’m going to kill whoever did this. I walk to the box, grab the knife from the floor and cut the sides of the box open. Her body is badly broken, and her head is severed from her body. Whoever did this broke every damn bone in her body. I walk out of the room and into the linen closet. I grab a sheet and blanket before walking back over to her body. I ignore everyone calling my name, trying to get my attention. I walk over to my baby sister and start wrapping up her body. When I turn her naked body to her stomach, the words ‘You’re next’ are carved into her back. There’s an envelope with my name on it next her, but I ignore it for now. I have to finish what I’ve started.
“Hannah, baby look at me please.” He pleads, but I can’t. Not yet. I finish wrapping my sister in the bedding before turning to look at Jackson. “Oh, sweet girl, turn them back on. Let me carry the darkness. Please sweetheart. Turn your emotions back on.” They flicker on at his words, but instantly shut back off. “Come back to me. Come back to us. Our daughter needs you. Our baby needs you. Come on sweet girl. You can do it. Come back to me.” He kisses the top of my head as he finishes. Hugging me tight to his body. Talking soothing words into my ear. My emotions flicker back on at the mention of our children and I let out a blood-chilling scream of agony. Jackson doesn’t let me go; he just holds me tighter until my body stops shaking.
“I want them dead. She didn’t deserve this!” I wail.
“I know pretty girl. I know. Let me handle the darkness. Don’t go back to that place baby. I’ve got you now.” I nod and bury my head into his chest. I calm down enough to grab the envelope off the table. After my sisters’ body is gone. I tear the envelope open.
“Fucking Blake!” I scream. I know it’s him by his handwriting.
My precious Hannah,
Merry Christmas sweetheart. I hope you enjoyed the gift I got for you. I’m sure you all thought your sister was the mastermind of this whole plan, but she wasn’t. When you walked in on us, everything changed. I had a plan. I was going to become your brothers second in command, gain his trust, before I slit his throat and took over the family for myself. Your sister was all for it because she thought she was going to be my Queen. She was a power-hungry cocaine whore. You were never like that. You were special. I was going to make you my Queen. We could have ruled together, but you had to go and end that because of a little infidelity. It wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t going to be the last. I’ll come for you my precious angel. You’ll become my next plaything until I tire of you and dispose of you in worse ways than I did your cunt of a sister. You won’t know when I’ll be coming, but I will be coming for you. You can run, but you can never hide from me. I’ll always find you.
All my love,
Blake.
Jackson was reading the letter over my shoulder and when he gets to the end, he lets out a roar. The Reaper has come out to play. He’ll protect the ones he loves, even if it means taking his last breath in the process. My dad rips the letter from my hand and reads it. “You’re leaving this country. Don’t fight me on this Hannah. You and all the women of this family are leaving. You’re going to Moscow. I’m sure he knows about the Villa, but he doesn’t know about the home we bought in Moscow under a shell company. Get packed. I want all of the women and children packed within the hour. You will be leaving.” My dad went into Mafia mode and when he is in that mode, everything he says is final. There’s no arguing with him, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.
“I’m not going anywhere. He’s going to pay for what he did, and I’ll make sure it’s by my hands that he dies a slow and painful death. You can’t ship me away like a child.” I snarl.
“You’re going and that’s fucking final. Try fucking fighting me on this princess. You won’t win. Go fucking pack right now.” Jackson says, siding with my dad. All the men agree and there’s no fighting all of them about it. We wouldn’t win. All the women go and start packing while the men plan.
“We won’t be able to take the planes. He’s probably tracking them.” I say before going to mine and Jackson’s room. They’re just doing this to keep us safe, I know that, but it still sucks. I want to help, but I also have my babies to worry about. When I finish packing my things, I go over to pack Wendy’s things. As I’m packing, Jackson comes in the room and wraps his arms around my waist. I try to keep the tears in, I’m trying really hard, but being in his safe arms, it all comes out.
“I’ve got you princess. Let it all out. I love you baby. We just want to keep you safe. If he is watching you, you’ll have a better chance at surviving if you leave. I just need you to trust me.” I trust him more than anything. I nod and snuggle into his chest. Letting him be strong for me. “I’ve got you pretty girl. I’ve got you.” We stay this way for a while before I finally manage to get control of myself. I finish packing Wendy’s things before Jackson takes our things to the living room. Once everyone is in the room, we all sit on the couches.
