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I kick the kickstand down and swing a leg over my bike as I pull my helmet off. “This place is a dump,” I mutter, looking toward the others.
“Yeah, guess it’s a good thing Lily didn’t grow up in a place like this,” Breaker grumbles.
I still can’t believe that Lily is his sister. The whole situation is a total mind fuck for sure. How the hell it ended up like this is beyond me. I’m having a hard time comprehending the whole thing. There are way too many pieces to the puzzle still missing. But Chains and Tyres are right, it didn’t make sense Perrin would go to so much trouble to get his hands back on Lily for no other reason than she’s his property. When it comes to Perrin, there’s way more to him and the games he’s playing.
“Let’s get this shit done. The sooner, the better. I don’t like leaving Tiny or my kids longer than I have to,” Chains states, lip curling in disgust as he looks at the house. “Fuckin’ hell, can’t people live in better conditions than this? There better not be any snakes in this joint.”
“If there are, they won’t be like Pocket.” Brake snorts, mentioning the python that lived at his and Tyres’s childhood home.
“Fuck you,” Chains sneers and starts toward the porch, mumbling under his breath.
I get his reason for being overly protective of his woman and kids, especially his daughter. With what he and Tiny went through with the man who raised her until she ran away, it’s all fucked up, but he’s no longer a threat. That doesn’t mean with his death everything was settled. He’d sold Tiny years ago, and the man who bought her had been a ghost actually to catch. Fuse found him, and we know what he’s into, but he’s proven to be a slippery fucker.
Then there was that shit that went down with Sera, the delusional bitch tried killing Tiny.
Those women have all gone through hell more than once. I’m hoping to keep my own woman from suffering further than she already has. I don’t want to think about her being taken from me, buried alive, drugged—again—have some psycho bitch come after her—this technically happened, but not like what happened to the others—and I sure as fuck don’t want her tortured or killed.
Breaker steps ahead of the others and puts his boot on the door, kicking it in. The door flies off the hinges as the wood splinters. Yeah, this place is falling apart and rotting.
I follow behind him, stepping into the room. The smell alone has my stomach turning and my gut tightening. I’ve never been a man with a weak stomach but fuck if this stench doesn’t get to me.
What I also find gross as fuck is the sight of bodies withering around together on the floor. It’s a fucking orgy, and they don’t even realize anything around them.
“Talk about sick fuckin’ shit right here,” Ryder growls.
“I’m not dealing with this bullshit,” Breaker remarks.
Brake steps forward, doesn’t say a word, grips one of the men by his greasy ass hair, and wrenches him up, his dick pulling free of the mouth of one of the women. He protests, and the woman’s eyes widen, and she screeches, sounding like a rabid feline.
“The fuck you doin’, man,” the man in Brake’s grasp demands.
“Shut the fuck up,” Chains barks and steps closer to the group of men and women who are all now looking at us all. “Which of you are the owners of this rundown shithole?”
Without a word, one of the women stands, grabs a towel, and shields her body. “I’m the owner,” she murmurs, eyeing us all cautiously.
“Where’s your man?” I bite out.
“OD’ed four months ago.” She shrugs. “What’s this all about?”
“What this is all about is,” Break scoffs, curling his lip in disgust, “you know the name Arlene?”
I watch as the woman’s eyes widen, and fear fills them.
“What about Arlene?” she asks, taking a step back.
I glance at the men and women still watching us, jerking my chin toward the door. “I suggest you all get fuckin’ lost.”
They don’t waste time scattering, tumbling over themselves as they rush from the room, scrambling to put their clothes on.
I return my attention to the woman. “You seem to know the name, so you know we fuckin’ know you did something for her, so start talkin’.”
“I . . . I don’t know what you mean,” she stutters.
“Bitch, we know about my fuckin’ sister,” Breaker shouts and pulls out his gun, pointing it in the woman’s face, losing his hold on the little bit of patience he has left. “Start talking, and I suggest you don’t leave anything out.”
“Okay,” she whimpers and takes a step back. “I met Arlene at a café I was working, trying to get money from anyone who would give it to me. She gave me money, then gave me more. Said if I did something for her, she’d do something for me. I agreed, and then she’d taken me to some doctor who ensured I had her baby.” She licks her lips and glances around the group. “She gave me the money for this place. Said I was to take care of the baby until she said otherwise. When the little girl was five, a man approached and offered to buy her. Gave me and my man more money, more than enough, and we did it. Gave him the girl. She wasn’t mine, and I didn’t care.”
“You didn’t care?” I grind out, my fingers itching to grip my gun and pull the trigger. This stupid cunt sold my woman because she didn’t care. “You pushed her out, carried her, and didn’t think she was yours in some way?”
