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I watch in horror as Saint pulls out his gun and holds it to the back of my father’s head and my mom screams, causing my father to snap. “Be quiet woman.”
She falls silent and I stare at him with hatred as he proves to me every reason why I ran from this fucked up life.
“He will kill me.” My father says angrily, and Killian adds, “And you think I won’t.”
His gaze falls to me and his lip curls.
“I might have known you’d disappoint me, girl. You always were rebellious, but this time you’ve gone too far.”
The sound of the gun being primed electrifies the air and Saint pushes the barrel in deeper as Killian growls, “Tell me or die. It’s your choice.”
I watch the blood drain from his face and it’s as if I’m staring at a stranger. This man isn’t the powerful man I always believed he was. He isn’t honorable, good, and kind. So, I speak up, addressing him with a hard stare. “Why did you lie to me all my life?”
He stares at me with derision. “I don’t owe you an explanation, child. Remember your place.”
I am mildly interested as Saint cuffs him around the head with the gun and the real fear in his eyes should bring out the compassion in me. It doesn’t.
“You are no better than the men you warned me against. You deal in drugs and work with criminals. I hate you.” I hiss, my voice loaded with venom.
My father says nothing and Killian surprises me by saying in a dead voice, “He deals in more than drugs, Purity. He traffics women too. Think about all the missing women that have disappeared from Heaven over the years that many believe made it past that mountain range.”
Mom’s eyes grow larger, and I gasp. “What do you mean?”
My father says nothing, as Killian explains. “Those women never ran. They were abused and then sold like cattle on the open market. I have done some investigating, and your father was the man who made it happen. Reverend Peters broke many women in Heaven and, when they were no longer required, he established a trade connection with the Middle East. They were shipped off and their memory buried. They hadn’t found freedom, they were halfway across the world at the time being abused and sold for profit, of which the Reverend and your father took a cut.”
Still, my father says nothing and Killian snarls, “My contact told me they were expecting another shipment. The Reverend had taken a new wife and this one couldn’t die because too many had before her. He would break her and then tell his congregation she had run away, leaving him free to abuse the next one in line.”
“Faith!” My eyes are wide as I stare at my father. “You were going to do the same to Faith. You fucking bastard!”
I scream at him, and he winces at my choice of words, and I can’t help myself and say in a cold voice, “Hand me your gun, Killian.”
He says nothing and just does as I say, and I point it directly at my father’s head.
“What about me? What was my fate?”
Killian answers for him as the wild panic in my father’s eyes tells me I’m not going to like this.
Killian says roughly, “You were to be married to a man called Jethro Tunstall.”
“You are fucking kidding me.” I stare in disgust at my father because Jethro Tunstall must be seventy years old.
“He owned land that your father needed to expand his drugs operation and soon after the wedding would suffer a fatal accident. Then you would be sold after you apparently took your own life because you were so grief stricken. Your father gets the land and a million dollars for you. And they say I’m evil.”
I can’t even see straight. I am so enraged. My world has exploded like a nuclear bomb hit. There is nothing left. No feeling, no loyalty and no shit because these aren’t my parents. They’re devils in disguise.
My hand shakes as I point the gun at my father and I want to shoot him so badly. I am crying as I stare into his eyes, remembering the sick and twisted upbringing he forced on me. The demons are cackling as they surround us, and I have no sympathy for my mother because she went along with it.
“Tell him the name, you fucking bastard.”
I’m surprised at the steel in my voice as I aim the gun at my father’s head and Killian leans back with an evil smirk on his face.
“Lucas Stevenson.”
My father lowers his eyes in defeat and only the small chuckle beside me tells me he’s telling the truth.
Saint lowers his gun but mine stays where it is and Killian says almost conversationally, “Thank you, but I already knew.”
“Then why?” My father stares at him with confusion, and Killian shrugs. “I just wanted to see how loyal you really are. Not very, it seems.”
