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I don’t know the details of what he did to Shane, but I can guess, and that pisses me off. He did it to protect my woman, the ultimate fucking sacrifice, and I will give him this revenge.

The trailer isn’t a home anymore. The roof is sunk in, ready to collapse. There isn’t a blind on the window, or a curtain, and you can see the walls are white, but they’re caked in blood, and God knows what else.

We glove up, not wanting to touch all of that nasty stuff. The door isn’t even closed, but right on the disgusting couch is Earl sitting with a bottle of vodka, fucking gross with the grime covering his body, and watching porn on the TV. You can hear it from the outside.

A woman is passed out on the recliner, naked from the waist down. It’s truly sad what drugs can do to people and what these people have allowed to happen to themselves.

I kick the door in. Earl’s eyes widen when he sees us piling in, and the woman screams at the top of her lungs when she sees us. “We will have the money soon!” she spits out before we can even tell her why we are here.

Earl stands up, his cock hanging out of his underwear. I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing that shit.

“Look, man, we will get the money. I’m sure Donna here would be good with helping you be more considerate.” He grins, showing his nasty yellow teeth.

The woman on the ground nods like it’s the best solution ever. “We don’t want that rancid pussy.” Gavin scoffs, disgusted by her. She doesn’t have any bottoms on at all. Spread eagle, we are getting an eyeful of that shit.

Trust me, it’s fucking rancid.

“Best pussy you’d ever have,” she tries to convince us.

Terror shudders, and I do too because that shit is sick, like rotting the fuck off. Earl nods his head as he agrees with us. “You guys like tight, clean pussy, huh? I have just the person.”

Donna lifts her head to look at him. “No, you can’t use her!” she screams at him, and he pushes her down on the ground before she can fully stand.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask him.

He smirks at us like he has one over on us. “I think if we give her to them, all of our debts will be paid, and with a little extra dope to get us through for a while.”

The fight Donna had over the person he is talking about is gone the very second he mentions free dope.

“Presley, get your ass in here.”

I get a bad fucking feeling when a little girl around Penny’s age walks through the trash at the back of the house to get to the living room.

She is so scared, and her eyes are so wide I’m almost afraid they’ll fall out of her head. Earl walks to her, patting the top of her head. “She is completely untouched, unused.” The way the sick fucker says it, it takes everything in me not to fucking blow his brains out and Donna’s.

The little girl looks at the woman on the ground. “Mommy, what is going on? Who are these men?”

That fucking shatters me to my soul.

“You are to go with these men. Mommy is in trouble.” She slurs her words and that’s when I notice she has a needle hanging out of her arm. She just fucking shot up.

I came here to get Earl, to bring him as a gift to Shane, but that little girl is fucking killing my soul from the fear on her face.

“But, Mommy, I want to stay with you,” she begs her mom, but she just passes the fuck out, not even caring if someone hurts her daughter or not.

I look at Terror and Gavin. I can see the horror on their faces. “Terror, grab them both and throw their asses in the van.”

Gavin is looking at the little girl. “What about her?”

She is looking at me, scared, confused, and utterly fucking alone in this world. “She is coming home with me.”

She is coming home to be with me and my family. She doesn’t have one, it seems, and I have got enough fucking love to share and a woman that I know will love her.

She is not going to suffer in this life if I can help it.

Terror grins at me. “I was hoping you would say that shit.”

“Hey there, how old are you?” I ask her. The little girl has long red hair, freckles covering her nose and cheekbones, and dark brown eyes. Her clothes are covered in dirt and holes. “Gavin, call my woman, give her the address, and have a prospect drive her. Shane can watch the kids.”

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