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She always did when she knew I had reached my limit.
I grinned. “Yeah?”
The door slowly opened as she walked in with a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers. Only she wasn’t alone. Watching as they both entered, I said nothing as she sat the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand next to me. I kept quiet as he walked over to my desk and grabbed two chairs. Setting them near me, they sat as she poured whiskey into the glasses before handing me one.
“You okay?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“What’s going on?” I asked, looking at Malice.
My brother shrugged, saying nothing as he cautiously watched Silver, whose hand was slightly trembling.
Twirling the amber liquid in her glass, she whispered, “Full disclosure. I heard and saw everything.”
I smirked.
I wasn’t surprised.
There was nothing in this club that she didn’t see or know about.
“Don’t want you involved, babe.”
“I’m not,” she said, throwing back her drink before refilling her glass. “We’ve never discussed my past, Montana. I think it’s time.”
That got my attention as my head snapped to Malice, who sat stoically, looking at his hands.
Focusing on her, I asked, “Why now?”
“Because you need to know what you are really facing,” Silver said, throwing back the contents of her drink again before refilling it and doing the same again. I’d never seen her drink heavily like this before. Whatever she needed to tell me must be bad. If she needed the liquid fortitude to get it all out, who was I to say otherwise?
“My birth name is Arianwen Paisley Hughes,” Silver smirked. “I know it’s a mouth full, but what can I say? Mom believed in the old ways. Anyway, I was born in a small fishing village at the tip of the Llyn Peninsula in Northern Wales. I had an idyllic life, friends and family. I had it all until I didn’t. I was thirteen years old when mom told me we were going on a trip to the big city. I thought she meant Cardiff or London. When we landed in Los Angeles, I’d never seen anything so spectacular before in my life. I grew up by the water my whole life. I thought I knew how big it was, that was until I saw the Pacific Ocean.”
Silver swallowed another glass of whiskey, then poured herself another drink.
“I didn’t know why mom brought me to America. I never asked. In hindsight, I should have. At least I could have prepared myself. In the end, she blindsided me. What I didn’t know at the time was my mom was a whore. The money she brought home she made by spreading her legs for any dick that could get hard.”
Confused, I never once asked Silver about her past. It was hers alone to share, but I didn’t understand why she thought I needed to hear this now.
“Three men picked us up at the airport and drove us to a mansion. I’d never seen one. Heard about them, saw them in magazines, but never thought I’d be in one. What my mom failed to tell me was that she sold me to her employer. Her debts were clear, thanks to me.”
“Excuse me?” I muttered.
“Let her finish,” Malice growled.
“For three years, he raped, sodomized, terrorized, beat and drugged me into compliance. Yet, I refused to bow to his demands. I rebelled, fought him every step of the way, until he ordered his men to kill me. Apparently, I was unbreakable. His wild mustang, he called me. Five of his men took me out into the desert, where they had their fun at my expense before he showed up.” Silver said, frowning at Malice.
What the fuck?
“I was in Vegas on club business when I decided I needed a ride. I just happened upon the fuckers when they were raping her. I didn’t think. I killed them all. I didn’t know what to do with Arianwen. She was fucking hurt so bad. I was on my bike. I didn’t think. I picked her up and brought her back to the hotel, cleaned her up as best as I could, gave her some money and told her I paid the room up for the rest of the week.”
“You left her there!” I roared, throwing my glass against the wall. “How could you, Malice?”
“Didn’t want the complications.”
“Complications!” I seethed. “She was a child!”
“Still is,” Malice muttered.
“Montana, let me finish,” Silver said quietly, reaching for my hand. “If I don’t finish, I never will.”
