Page 77 of Fighting the Odds

I grip the flash drive tightly, tucking it away in my pocket until I’m ready to watch it.

“Rico, can I have it, please? I need to see the whole thing.” Sierra’s voice jogs me from my thoughts.

“No, you don’t. We know who it was and you’ve seen enough of what happened that night. You don’t need to see anymore. I promise you everyone is going to pay for what they did to you. Everyone who had any part in making your life hell.”

Her eyes quickly jump to one of the lookalike twins and the way he glances down at the floor, I can see the guilt written all over his face.

Depending on what happens with him and Sierra, I’ll table his payback, but we will be having a conversation. Actually, I’ll be having it with all of them. If they hurt my sweet niece just once, I’ll fuck them up.

“Fine,” she huffs, crossing her arms and leaning back on the couch.

I pull my phone from my back pocket and scroll through my contacts. I need help and I know exactly who to call.

It only rings twice before his husky voice hits my ear.

“Rico, how are you, man?”

“Well, it could be better. I hear congratulations are in order for you, grandpa.”

“Yes sir. Got me a handsome grandson. But no need to butter me up before askin’ for what you need.”

“I’ve got a problem here, and I need some of your particular skills to handle it.”

“Anything. Just name it.”

“I’ve got custody of my niece now. Her mom passed away, and she went into her shithead of an aunt’s custody and it wasn’t good. She took her money, let her fucking drug addict man beat the shit out of Sierra, then she and her sister ended up in foster care.” I can hear some gasps behind me. Guess her new boys didn’t know some of the details. I don’t give a shit. If they’re going to judge her for it, then they don’t deserve Sierra’s time or love.

“That’s who hurt you?” the one who’s been standing sentinel asks.

She doesn’t confirm or deny, just sits there.

“Anyway, I just found out she was raped by a fucking grown ass man, and that it was all part of some fucking game and he taped it.”

“What the fuck! Are we killin’ him?” Earl’s voice rises with anger.

“Oh, I want him to die painfully. But we gotta do it soon. He’s planning to do the same thing with one of my dancers, and it’s Sierra. He just doesn’t know.”

“Fuck man. That’s a lot of shit.”

“It ain’t the worst, Earl. Some fucking cunt at her school sent the video of the dick raping Sierra to all the students.” I blow out a breath as I pace the floor. The more I talk about what happened, the angrier I get.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll have Bash contact you about the videos and how to handle them. The question is, do you want to handle the asshole legally and risk the courts lettin’ him go, or take care of him the Hellion’s way?”

I stop and think about what I want to do. Sierra doesn’t know what he said. Do I want her to know? She doesn’t need to be exposed to the realities of what MC life is like.

“Hellion’s way.” It only takes one look at her to know I’m not letting this fucker have a single opportunity to get away.

“I’ll get the details and some of the boys will be headin’ your way. Until then, don’t alert the fucker. Let him think he’s still going to have your niece dance for him. It’s how we’ll catch him without him suspectin’ anything. I’ll be in touch.”

The line goes dead and I slide the phone back into my pocket. A small sliver of relief hits me that we’re going to put an end to the man who violated my niece.

But I need to know exactly what he did. How he used my niece as a piece in his game. No matter how hard it’ll be to watch it.

“Who was that, Rico?” Sierra asks, scooting closer to Cyrus.

“An old friend who’s going to help us take care of this situation.”

“Okay.”

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