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“I’d be doing much better if you’d let my friend and me go,” I said sweetly, hoping to buy us some more time to get through our ropes.
He smiles darkly and I’m praying even harder now that my men and club get here faster.
Turning, he walks over to the table with tools on it and picks up another knife. Slowly he walks over to me and starts to pace in front of me.
“You’ve fucked up my entire life. If it weren’t for you, I would have everything and been set up for life. Because of you, I went to jail and had to push off my plans to get your mother out of the picture for good. Her price to pay for choosing Roy over me.”
Wow. Did not suspect that bit of information, but I force myself to focus back on Sean and buying time.
“Pretty sure you went to jail because you drugged me and was about to have sex with a six-year-old,” I grit out. God, I can’t believe I ever looked up to this fucking asshole when I was younger.
Pain radiates across my cheek as he backhands me. Jesus, this backhanded shit is getting old.
“No, I went to jail because someone tipped off the cops. I had it all set up with pretty-boy’s dad over there that after I broke you in and trained you, I’d sell you to the highest bidder and be living the high life. Instead, his mom decides to grow a conscience, once again, and calls in an anonymous tip?”
“How do you know it was his mom?” I ask, trying to buy more time. I’m almost loose enough that I can slip out my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, Reaper gives me a thumbs up that neither Travis nor Sean see because they’re too busy staring at my near naked-body. I need to find a way to get Sean closer to me.
Travis scoffs. “Please, Dad had every square inch of our houses on cameras, and all the phones are bugged. She knew the consequences of what she did. Only this time it was worse.”
What the hell is he talking about?
“The first time she tipped off the cops about selling a girl was about a year before I was born. That’s how our connections grew even more. For her punishment, Dad got into contact with one of his most violent customers. Boar, President of Black Plague. They were already into trafficking, so their lower levels fed our upper-crust ones. Boar got to keep Mom all to himself until she got pregnant. Her punishment was to endure everything Boar did to her and then to raise her rapist’s son.
“When she tipped off your family and hence the cops, Dad took her to Boar again. This time, his punishments were rougher, but she did conceive and deliver a baby girl. After Mom was healed from the delivery, between Dad and Boar, they beat and trained her into total submissiveness. She had to watch her little girl be trained from the get-go for a life of submissiveness to a master. To watch her be sold after she hit puberty. Now, everything Mom does is a cover for how we run our businesses. To cast us in a favorable light in the public.”
Bile rises in my throat at what he was saying and to boot, he’s fucking preening at what his mom had to endure. Not once, but twice? What the fuck?
In my disbelief, I didn’t notice Sean’s approach me until he grasped my chin and made me look at him.
“You’ll pay for what you’ve taken from me, the West family, and Black Plague. You’ll pray and beg to be treated like his mother was because your treatment will be ten times worse. Once your devil spawn is old enough, they’ll be brought into the life and trained from the moment they’re born.”
At the mention of my kids, a fire lights in me. I spring up from the chair, grabbing both of his wrists and squeezing hard on the wrist that holds his knife. My forehead is right in line with his nose and, when I headbutt him, I quickly hear the satisfying crunch.
A shuffle sounds behind me before I hear a few painful grunts and I know Andre’s taking care of Travis. Finally, Sean’s knife falls from his hands and I spin Sean around, kicking the back of both knees until he falls to the ground. Grabbing the knife, I wrench his hands behind his back. Rope lands on the ground next to me and I look up quick enough to see Andre going back to tying Travis’ hands behind his back as he presses a knee into his back, much like I’m positioned with Sean.
As I’m tying the last knot, footsteps race through the house, and I hear the muffled sound of silenced gunshots go off.
“It’s the club, Half-pint.” I glance up and notice he grabbed his phone from the table. He shoves it in his pocket and puts a bit more pressure on the knife at Travis’ neck. I grin when I see both of their eyes filled with fear. Though, I’m concerned with how much Andre’s moving around because of his injuries.
Once the knots are secure, I hold the knife to Sean’s neck.
“If you think the punishment you had planned for me was bad, just wait until you see what the Steel Archangel’s will do to you. WhatIwill do to you.”
I don’t say anymore in case this place is bugged but I’ll make sure their time being entertained is long and painful.
The door to our room is flung open, and masked men pour into the room. Relief floods me when I recognize Uncle Bear along with my men right behind him. Since they haven’t taken off their masks, I have to remind myself not to say any of their names out loud.
Dragon scoops me up and Bear hoists Sean to his feet, talking dangerously low to him. Dragon gently sets me down on the chair I was on before, even though I don’t want to be anywhere near it. He must see me about to lose it, cause he quickly rips off his shirt and puts it on me. It goes down a little past mid-thigh and thankfully, covers the wounds on my thigh.
“I got you,” he says gently as he picks me back up.
“They hurt him so much, it’s my fault they got him. If I had protected my head better, I wouldn’t have been knocked out,”
“Shh. Our medic has him. We’re going straight to the hospital. I gotcha.”
“Call one of the men to get the vehicles up here. Big guy needs blood, and the woman looks like she’s going into shock. Have the other medic hop in whichever one they bring,” I hear Patch call out, but everything starts to fade.
Levi’s body goes limp in my arms, and I start to panic. “She passed out!”
