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Ryker growls at me, not answering my question. Ryder saunters over, sliding in between us.
“Let’s take a beat and go see how our girl is.”
“You’re not going to like what you see, but by all means go for it. I’ll be here waiting for your destruction,” waving him on into the kitchen where Kayla is currently being stabilized on my dining room table. They walk away, and I’m already counting down from ten. I know my brothers. If they care about her by the way they are acting, one good look at her and they are going to be pure chaos. I walk into my living room and sit down on the black sectional. I sit back and lay my head against the cushion, closing my eyes and giving a warning.
“Brace yourselves, shits about to get real in five…four…three… two… one…”
A guttural roar sounds from the kitchen. Dishes shatter, and one of the chairs gets thrown across the room and out of the front door, nearly missing the front windows. I hear Jameson yelling at them.Fuck.
“Ryker! Ryder! ENOUGH,” I scream—everyone in the room stills. The twins come out looking at me with wild eyes.
“You want a fucking name or not? Sit the fuck down! We need to figure this shit out because the ones who are responsible left me a message.”
“What do you mean they left you a message? What does this have to do with you?” Ryder asks, sitting down to the right of me.
“Start talking Fallon, before I destroy your entire house.” Ryker eyes me venomously.
“The ones that hurt Kayla are the Bratva twins, Aleksandr and Konstantine Morozov. They are the ones who shot at us two weeks ago. They have been taunting me at school, and now they got to Kayla.”
“Wait, hold the fuck on! They have been bothering you at school? When the fuck were you going to tell us?” Dario growls at me.
“I was handling it.”
“Handling it my ass,” he scoffs. The twins are both staring at one another, not saying a word, eyes furrowed then widened.What do they know?
“Morozov? Like Pakhan Morozov?” Ryder asks, stunned.
“Yes, I believe it was the same family that took me two years ago when I was at the meeting with Flynn.”
“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me that the Morozov’s took you? Is that where the scars and burns came from? Flynn who? O’Patrick?” Spade interjects.Sigh, I guess I owe them an explanation.
“Get Jameson, If I’m going to explain this I’m only doing it one time and then I don’t ever want to talk about it again,” I say exasperated.
I don’t want to tell this part of my story; I was going to put it off for as long as possible. But for Kayla, I’ll do what needs to be done, and if that’s spilling the most traumatic and devastating time of my life to help put these puzzle pieces together, then so be it. I hope they don’t look at me differently. One can only hope they accept me for me and we kill these mother fuckers.
32
The Rise & Downfall
-Dario-
Sitting in Jade’s living room, waiting for her to tell us about what happened to her two years ago. We have been waiting for it, but I didn’t expect it to be like this. I would have much rather she told us on her own terms, not being forced to tell us, but then again, if it sheds light on what we are dealing with, maybe we can kill the twins, but we are legit stuck in between. She and them. Our only connection to Amelia. Jameson finally graces us with his presence still covered in Kayla’s blood, handing Jade the bottle of Gentleman Jack, winking at her, causing a light blush on her cheeks.Well, well, well, that’s a change of pace. Finally.
If anyone knows how Jade feels, it’s the three of us. All eyes are on Jade, which is making her squirm. Spade is sitting next to her, so he gently places his hand on her thigh, squeezing it, reassuring her that we are here and it’s okay. She clears herthroat and takes a deep swig from the bottle, passing it to her brother Ryder. I only know it’s Ryder because he wears glasses and a Skully cap, and Ryker has a faux hawk with the sides of his head covered in tattoos.
“Two years ago, I was at a delivery in Brimstone. Flynn O’Patrick usually does the exchange with me but this time he couldn’t make it so he had one of his men do the exchange instead. When I meet with Flynn I don’t go armed. I’ve been delivering to him for as long as I can remember. He’s not fond of my father and despises D’mitri and the twins were too young plus my reputation speaks for itself. All the big leagues only deal with me. Why? I have no clue.” Spade takes out a joint and looks at her.
“Can I spark this up in here, Babygirl?” She nods. He lights it, takes a hit, and passes it to her. She takes a deep pull and exhales, passing it to her brother. She continues.
“So Miguel was who I met up with, completely unarmed and alone. When I turned to open up the van to give him the order, He hit me over the head with his gun and stuck a needle in my neck, knocking me out. I vaguely remember getting from point A to point B. I remember feeling like I was on a plane, then when I came to, I was locked in a cage with several other young girls. Some even younger than me. Armed men littered the underground warehouse I was caged in. There were cages lined all around, including above me. Cries of these girls will never leave my soul. I witnessed them being beaten, tortured, raped and killed. They loved the Virgins. Luckily, I wasn’t one then, but that didn’t stop them. They saved the best for last. They took me into a room with only a bucket and mattress. No windows. And they chained me to the wall. Sometimes standing up for hours, even suspended in the air. There were times I was chained to the ground. The smell of mildew, dirt, blood, and cigars is vivid in my mind. They drugged me with heroin or something new.I’m not too sure, but it was round-the-clock dosages. Men would come in and watch other men rape me. Some wouldn’t touch me sexually; they–” She lifts her shirt, showing her scars of slash marks and then the burn marks. I look over to Jameson, and his eyes are wild. I see the vein in his neck throbbing. I look over to Spade; he still has his hand on her thigh, gripping it tightly like he’s about to lose it. This shit hits home for us on another level. Each of us has our own trauma, not exactly like what she went through, but we bear the scars from our parents; we carry the sins of our parents on a different level.
“I was raped with different objects, multiple men at a time, beaten half to death because I wouldn’t submit to them. I fought, and I fought until I fucking couldn’t anymore.” She wipes her tears angrily. She hates looking weak, probably why she didn’t tell us sooner. She’s not weak. She’s a fucking warrior, a survivor. She’s a goddamn Phoenix risen from the ashes. She’s not perfect, but she’s not broken, never broken.
“Just when I thought they were going to kill me, These Russian mother fuckers. I knew they were Russian because I was familiar with their language, and it was the only family that was stupid enough to take me. I was laying there, trying to breathe, but it hurt so fucking bad my eyes were almost swollen shut, my ribs were broken, my body was a bloody mess. Then I heard gunshots; I remember screaming; I was so scared, I curled into a ball tighter and tighter after every gunshot, then the door to the room I was in burst open, and I screamed because I knew I was next. Still, when I looked up, Flynn O’Patrick was standing there dressed in complete black fatigues with a black balaclava covering his head, armed to the nines; I could finally breathe. His men stormed the warehouse killing every single last depraved mother fucker there. Personally, I would have strung them up and cut their dicks off while sodomizing them with ashovel handle until they bled out.” Jameson and Spade chuckle at that.
“Flynn picked me up in his arms, apologizing for not coming sooner and made a promise to me in Gaelic “Maith thú a Bhanphrionsa, ní ghortóidh aon duine thú arís, a pháiste.” He also saved all the girls and women, finding an organization that would help them find their families and return home safely. I was there for ten days, at least that’s what D’mitri told me. I don’t remember much after that. I woke up and we were back in the states. Flynn delivered me to the club house and all I wanted was to be alone. But D’mitri wouldn’t have that so he cleaned me up and told me everything I needed to hear. That’s it. Now how does this have to do with the twin pricks who hurt Kayla?”
I want to wrap this feisty Kitten in my arms and never let her go! I’m so proud of her right now. Taking a look around the room, Jameson is finally sitting down. Spade is still smoking on his joint, with Jade’s head leaning on his shoulder, but it’s the twins. They are both staring at one another, bodies rigid.They know something. Ryker nods at Ryder subtly. No one else seems to catch it but me.They look at us all, and Ryder sighs and pushes his glasses up his nose.
