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Rage hammered up my spine, but when it came to Kitten I had to train myself not to overexpose my emotions whenever he was near. Dad was obsessed with her, had been since she first started working at the club three months ago. He liked them young, preferably no younger than eighteen but no older than thirty. When Kitten walked through those doors, he was hooked. All he talked about was laying claim to her, touching her in ways that made me sick to think about, and making her an Outlaw, his own personal servant and play thing.
And that’s exactly what he did—well, not yet he hadn’t, but he was dangerouslyclose.
Kitten didn’t know what really happened that night. How it was really my father behind the mask, the one who’d murdered her mother in cold blood after raping and beating all the info he could out of Ginger about Samara’s mom and her drug/debt problems. There were a lot of things Kitten didn’t know, things Ginger and I wanted to tell her but didn’t know how. I was a piece of shit boyfriend—if I could even call myself that. I didn’t know what we were, but what I did know was that I loved Samara, even though she refused to admit it to herself that she loved me too.
“Good riddance,” I said, not meeting my father’s lethal glare. “I didn’t care much for Tony anyway. He never followed the rules.”
“See thatyoudo,” he hissed, the threat laced all over his tone. “Samara ismine. Nobody,not evenyouwill stop the future I have planned for us.”
Three hard knocks to the door tore my father’s attention away from me. When he wasn’t looking I pretended like I’d fired a shot off in the back of his head and smirked behind his back.
“Samara, please come in.”
My heart jolted when I lifted my gaze and saw her standing in front of us, her eyes flicking away from me to focus on my father.
“Yes, Damien?”
“I have some exciting news for you. Your final test has been set in place. I think you’ll find this one much more entertaining.”
No…already? Shit! I didn’t have time to ask or figure out how to—
My face paled and my stomach curdled.
FUCK!
Ginger was going to butcher me.
Chapter 4
Samara
StormRidgeAcademy.Trialnumber three, the final test before I’d officially become the very thing I’d fought so hard not to be. An Outlaw. A follower. A member of a gang lords’ crew. One of Damien Reyez’s permanent, lifelong bitches.
That’s what happens though—when you wake up one day to find your best friend in front of you, crying her eyes out, telling you that not only are you in a hospital from being shot, but that your mother is dead. And not only did said best friend find you unconscious, she thought the only way of saving you meant calling Damien of all people.
God hated me. That was the only reason to explain all the fuckery I’ve endured for so long.
Now here I am, motherless, fatherless, an eighteen-year-old goddamn stripper, and a soon to be mafia inductee with orders to wipe out a whole crew of Ravagers.
Damien Reyez wanted me to terminate Xavier Michaelson’s prodigies. Three eighteen-year-olds who go by Rhett, Isaac, and Phantom. According to the very little intel I acquired from Damien, he and this Xavier guy had bad blood over some business meeting that recently fell south. That, and apparently one of Xavier’s boys, Isaac, tried to pull his gun on Damien and had to be removed from the meeting.
Okay, cool. Whatever. That I didn’t give two fucks about.
But what Ididcare about, was another piece of information, something valuable to me, something I’d been trying to find out foryearsnow.
The name of the man responsible for my father’s disappearance.
And that man was Xavier Michaelson.
My father’s name was Nicholas. Nicholas Campbell. I’d just turned five when he disappeared without a trace. No note, no final goodbye, no nothing. He was just gone.
Mom always said it was the gangs, that Dad had a gambling problem and owed too much money to some hotshot Mafia King he made the mistake of getting entangled with. But as for me, I didn’t believe it. Well, not at first I didn’t. Still unsure if it was really the truth or if Mom was just blowing smoke up my ass.
There were small increments of my childhood that stuck with me as the years went by. For example, my childhood home. We hadn’t always lived in the trailer park. We had a real home once: white picket fence, a yard—hell, we used to bewealthy.Then one day, in the blink of an eye, all of it vanished, and Mom and I ended up in a trailer park. She’d turned to drugs, selling herself on the streets to pay the bills and put food on the table. Then as I got older, she got worse. She fell in love with the drugs. Loved it more than her own daughter. She stopped caring. In result I started stealing, digging through dumpsters just for a scrap of bread or something to ease the ache of starvation eating my body alive.
In times of desperate need I used to steal my mother’s stash and sell it on the streets just so we both could eat, which resulted in me being beaten by Mom’s belt until there were welts covering me head to toe. I had to grow up fast, a lot faster than most kids around my age. I wasn’t fully over it, but I didn’t let it affect me anymore.
Now I could get my revenge. According to Damien, Xavier had the answers I needed. He wouldn’t tell mehowhe knew this information, just that the answers I seek were so much closer than I realized. So yes, I agreed to my orders. I’d slaughter the Ravagers and leave Xavier for last. Revenge was on the tip of my fingertips, and I couldn’t wait to have the feel and taste of it spilled in their blood.
