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“People think Chaos is the bad one because he voices how he feels and how he will hurt you or dismember you when he kills you.” Havoc’s tone is filled with hate and rage as he spits the words at me. “They’re all wrong. I may be quiet and hide in the shadows but let me tell you, I’m the one who does the breaking and killing, not Chaos. My brother has never taken a life, I just allow him to take the credit for my handy work.” From the way Chanel’s brow raises I can tell this is news to her as well.
Again I open my mouth but words fail me, years of not being able to speak a single word has taken a toll on me. Now, when I need my voice the most it fails me.
“Tell me where my brother is and I promise you, I won’t make you suffer, I’ll end it quickly.” You would think a moment like this you would feel every ounce of fear and would be willing to do whatever it takes to guarantee your survival but that isn’t the case. Resigned to the fact I am going to die here I stop fighting, I go lax in my chair, close my eyes and nod my head. Not a second later, the first hit comes, my face jerks to the side as pain blooms in my jaw. I cough and spit blood on the ground, when the next hits come there isn’t a break, punch after punch land all over my face, chest, stomach and ribs. When Chanel finally stops, I slacken in my chair, my body is dead weight and I haven’t the strength to even lift my head. Pain radiates through my entire body, I’m too fucking sore to even cry from the pain. One of my eyes is swollen shut, the other isn't much better but I’m able to see enough that I watch Havoc step behind me with a pair of pliers. I clench my hands into fist but it’s futile, he pries them open. Tears do cascade down my cheeks this time, he’s going to remove my fingers— I scream so fucking loud my head spins when he rips my fingernail off. By the time he reaches the fourth finger I see black spots again and welcome the feeling of blackness.
“Enough.” The sound of his voice has the haze of spots clearing from my vision, when Havoc releases my hand I sag in defeat.
“Don’t fucking stop this, it’s happening whether or not you are on board.” Havoc seethes.
“She knows where Chaos is, Royal.” Chanel adds.
“Leave.” That one word from him holds so much fucking power I can feel it.
“Royal–.”
“I said leave, Chanel, now!” I hear them leave but the grunt that comes from Royal tells me that he was shoulder checked by his cousin. I hear him move closer and no matter how much I know it’s going to hurt I can’t help but tense. A whimper escapes me but I bite down on my bottom lip to keep quiet as I feel him come up behind me, he grips my wrist, I try to yank it free but he’s too strong and I’m way too fucking weak. When I feel the cuff release I almost weep, he frees my other hand and moves to stand in front of me but I can’t look at him. I can’t even lift my arms, they have had no blood flow for who knows how fucking long so it’s going to take a while for them to work.
I hear another set of footsteps enter the shack I’m being held in, even with my arms free I couldn’t run if I wanted to. My body is too weak and battered to make it a single step. I see a pair of black combat boots next to Royals Chuck Taylors but I can’t lift my head to see who they belong to.
“This won’t stop until you tell me what I want to know.” All I can manage is a jerk of my head to acknowledge I understand. “Tell me where Chaos is and this will end quickly, you have my word.” I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips then flinch, my lip is busted. I use every ounce of strength I have left to lift my head but the moment I see who is standing next to Royal a new wave of anger overcomes me, Bishop Murdoch stands next to his son with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. I can feel Royal looking from me to his father not understanding what is happening.
I don’t know what it is but it seems Royal being present gives me the courage I need to finally speak. “Tell me where my mother’s body is and I might be inclined to help a piece of shit like you.” I spit at the bastard that ruined my life and took everything from me, I’m here right now because of him. Bishop frowns at me then looks to his son in confusion, fuck him and fuck his son. I latch onto the anger coursing through me as I use it to channel what little strength I have left to stand to my feet, I sway but I refuse to fall in front of them.
I may be smaller and have to look up at the bastard but if I’m going to die it won’t be like some weak submissive bitch strapped to a chair. Bishop stares down at me with a cold callous look in his brown eyes. “I’d rather go through this every single fucking day for years then ever help a rapist like you.” Bishop’s eyes widened at my declaration. His mouth opens but I lose the fight and I stagger sideways before I feel myself falling toward the ground as I pass out but this time, I pray I don’t wake up.
ROYAL
I slide across the dirt floor and land on one knee as I catch her before she can hit the hard ground, her face is busted and bruised, her shoulder is red and inflamed, fuck she reeks of piss as well. I’ve watched everything on the cameras that are hooked up all around this shed, after we fled from the fucking feds my dad brought us all back to one his off-grid safehouses in Orlando.
“I never raped nobody!” My dad growls, I look up at him to find his hateful glare pinned on the unconscious girl in my arms. “Get her cleaned the fuck up and treated, I want to know what the fuck that girl thinks she knows.” He turns to leave but my words have him turning back to face me.
“What about Chaos?”
“She has no idea where he is, I saw it in her eyes when you asked her. She only alluded to knowing so she could get under my skin.” I frown, how did I miss that? “You didn’t see it because you’re too close to her.” I open my mouth to deny him but he just pins me with a bored look. “I may have been inclined to believe your bullshit ass excuse if you didn’t just slide across the dirt to catch her.”
He leaves me here with her, if she doesn’t know where Chaos is then she is of no use to us. I promised Sin she could kill her once we got the information we needed or when she was no longer useful. I war within myself, Chaos is gone because of me. This was all my fucking fault, I should have been a better leader but I let my infatuation with this girl cloud my judgment. I gather her in my arms and stand, a whimper of pain escapes her. Even knowing she is the reason my cousin is missing I can’t help but hate myself a little for allowing this shit to happen to her.
I walk the worn path from the shed at the back of the secluded property and head for the guest house rather than the main one. Chanel and Havoc are already pissed off at me and taking her inside would only add fuel to that fire, all our parents are pissed off at us. This was my one chance to prove myself and I fucking blew it over some girl.
I’ve never been distracted by pussy before, what makes this girl so special?
I shake that thought away and I head straight for the bathroom to clean her, I stand here wracking my brain for how the fuck I’m going to be able to do this.
“I’ll run you a bath so you can get in with her.” I spin around to find my mom standing in the doorway with a sad smile on her face, she doesn’t wait for me to answer as she steps into the room and begins to run the bath. “You’re gonna have to clean her in here and then hopefully she’ll be awake and able to shower afterward.” I nod.
We stand here in awkward silence as the bath fills, once it does mom shuts the water off and turns to me with a raised brow. “What?”
“Well, how are you gonna get her in there?”
“Toss her in?’ I deadpan, mom glares at me for a second.
“Bishop!” I balk at her.
“Why the hell are you calling, Dad?” Just as I finish speaking the man himself appears in the doorway looking pissed the fuck off.
“Yeah?” He asks, sounding less than impressed, to be summoned here. Mom turns to him and motions for him to come closer but he ignores her request. “Spit it the hell out, Kiara.” He growls, my brows raise as mom places her hands on her hips, idiot. He should know better than to snap at her like that, she may have only just got her husband back but that doesn’t mean she will put up with him disrespecting her like that.
“Hold the fucking girl while he gets in the bath.” Dad reels back.
