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He hauls me over, so I'm draped across the center, “You have a good heart, Kitty Cat, but you need to consider the fact that they weren't concerned about your life. They were willing to take it without a second thought.”
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I suck it into my mouth briefly. Lust rolls into the depths of his eyes, and I smile before letting it pop out of my mouth. However, it drops when I see the emotion behind it all.
Clearing my throat, I push away, “Let's see the situation first, then we can decide.”
Jett and Fynn pull up beside us, blocking the van even more. Cutting the engine, they climb out and meet us on the driver's side, waiting for us to get out ourselves. I start to get out, but his voice stops me this time.
“Open the glove box, Kitty Cat.”
I glance over my shoulder at Oakley before doing his bidding. A small pistol sits nestled inside. Pulling it out, I eye the Greek God with a raised brow.
“You never know what we are going to walk into,” he shrugs and opens his door.
It's then that I see his Glock tucked away in the back of his pants. Sighing to myself, I ensure the safety is on before tucking it in the back of my bottoms. Fynn stands near as I get out and shuts the door for me, winking and giving me his devilish grin.
None of us say a word as they surround me, and we head toward the only door on this side of the building. I glance around the parking lot to see if anyone else is around, but all seems quiet. It isn't until we open the door and make our way down a narrow hallway that voices can be heard.
The closer we get,the more distinguishable their words become, “It will take two hours to get there. If you leave now, you can make it there just after dark,” Oakley's father is speaking.
Garbled murmurs sound throughout the space. The three prisoners are obviously not happy with whatever plan our fathers have for them. At least they are still alive.
“Are you sure you don't want to justget rid of them?”An unfamiliar voice speaks up.
“If they give you any problems, then do what you must...”
Before Donavan can finish, I rush through the door in front of us, the Lords cursing behind me as they hurry to follow. Our abrupt appearance startles our fathers and three other faces I've never seen before.
“You will do no such thing!” I call out, making my way toward the group, huddling in the center of the empty space.
“Catalina, you don't understand...” my father tries to say, but I don't want to hear it.
“No, Dad. For one, Chris is innocent...”
“It doesn't fucking matter now, Catalina,” Jakob steps forward, “If we don't send them away, the Lords will take it upon themselves to get rid of them.”
“Where do you plan on sending them?” Jett moves closer to the other group.
Blake sighs as he looks at his son, “There is an Institute just across the border. It's where we have sent others who have stepped over the line and would have been taken out by the older Lords had we not stepped in.”
“What kind of Institute?” Jett growls at his father.
“A Reformatory. It will teach them how to move forward in the real world when they are set free. It teaches them the History of the Lords of Sin and why it's important to follow their rules and keep their secrets.”
“Chris did nothing wrong!” I step forward, and Fynn tries to keep me back, but I shake him off, “Why should he be sent away?”
“Unfortunately,” my father responds, “Kevin never taught him about The Lords. He was afraid that Chris would learn the truth about his mother.”
“How do you know this?” I knit my brows together, and then another thought occurs to me, “You never taught me either.”
“I called Kevin personally about this. He knows that we are holding his son and has given his consent for us to send Chris to the Institute. He wants him to know now that the secret is out,” my father gives the football player a sympathetic look, “I think it's because he doesn't want to deal with his son's wrath. As for you, it's different for a Lady.”
“Chris is an adult. Why would you need his father's consent?” I ask.
“Because Chris refused to go on his own.” Donavan states, “If we let him stay, the Lordswilltake care of him themselves. They never take chances.”
“How long will they serve?” Fynn questions.
“Chris will only have to spend a year at the Institute. Felicia and Kaden will spend three, possibly longer, depending on how well they do.”
