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Instantly, I race toward where Alana is out cold on the floor, but before I drop to my knees beside her, the sound of multiple gun safeties being released rips through the air.
“Move and we’ll shoot her,” Victor says coldly. There is no emotion in his voice and it makes me wonder if he could be as heartless if one of his own children would be at the other end of that gun. Probably. That cunt cares about nothing but his own gain, whether it be money or power.
I pause standing right by her side. So close and yet so far away.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Son. It’s all up to you.”
“I’m not your son,” I snarl, finally saying words I’ve dreamed of hurling at him for years now. “I’ve no interest in being related to someone as sick as you.”
“Well,” he says, giving himself a moment to absorb my insult. “That’s a real shame, boy. Because you’re all mine.”
“How do you know?” I taunt. “You only fuck whores. I could be anyone’s.” His jaw ticks in irritation.
I’m his oldest child, his very first offspring. But there are plenty more coming up behind me. Many of which I’m probably not even aware of.
“You’re right. She was a whore, don’t even remember her name,” he says, carelessly. “Shit fuck too.”
Shaking my head, I bare my teeth at him.
I know nothing of my mother. There are no photos, no nothing. All I’ve ever heard is shit like this. That she was so worthless that she couldn’t even keep me.
“Didn’t stop you, did it? However, from what I know, nothing ever does. You’re disgusting. All of you,” I spit, ripping my eyes from the man who brought me up to the others who are also pointing their guns at my wife.
“You’re mine,” Dad states.
“Razor,” Victor spits. “We don’t have time for this touching little father/son moment.”
Replacing the safety on his gun, Dad tucks it away in his pants before moving closer.
“Are you going to choose the easy way to save that hot piece of ass down there?”
I glance at Alana, my heart bleeding for her.
I failed you again. I’m sorry.
Holding my arms out from my sides, I offer myself up. “I’ll do as I’m told. Just… just don’t hurt her.”
“Yeah,” Victor snarks. “We’ll see. If I remember rightly, she’s always loved a bit of pain.”
Bile sloshes in my gut before burning up my throat at the thought of him ever laying a single finger on my wife. On my underage, innocent, precious wife.
If it weren’t for the fact both he and Dad have guns pointed right at her, I’d be on them.
No one gets a free pass to talk about my wife like that.
“See,” Dad taunts. “This is exactly what we mean. Victor is your leader, and just look at what she makes you want to do to him. She’s turned you into a disrespectful little cunt.”
“No,” I argue, my voice as unsteady as my body. “You all did this. You all did this when you decided it was okay to treat her and others like nothing more than a toy. You’re disgusting, all of you are—”
Dad slips around me while I’m focused on Victor and Kurt and wraps something around my head and between my lips.
“Motherfucker,” I mumble, as I grapple with him, throwing punches that land every single time, helping to release some of the fury that’s raging within me.
I spit the cloth to the floor.
“Mistake, old man.” I growl darkly, but before I manage to land any more hits, a gun presses to the side of my head.
“Keep going, boy,” Kurt taunts. “We’d love to have this party with your doll without you.”
