Page 101 of Disturbed Lucidity

“He’s right.” Father Dominic walked into my room, along with Dr. Lansing. My room was getting fucking crowded fucking fast.

I fucking hated it.

“After she killed my attacker at the church and Michael found her, Gladys and I took Ivy to Dr. Lansing. We asked him to do a full medical workup. Ivy was pregnant before we found her.”

“Father Dominic is right,” Dr. Lansing said, backing the priest up.

“Shit,” a few of my brothers cursed.

“Devlin Scott is pure evil,” Malice whispered, caressing Ivy’s face as he wiped away her tears. “That’s the only way to describe him. Calling him anything else is an injustice to his true nature. He won’t ever stop looking for her. She was his goal all along.”

“Malice, how do you know this?” Montana spoke up.

“Our mother.”

“She’s dead, brother,” Montana carefully said. “You said she was.”

Malice shook his head. “I lied. She’s alive. I told my sister that too. I didn’t mean to upset her. I just wanted her to know.”

“Hold up,” I growled, rubbing my forehead. My body still humming with the need to kill something, someone. “What the fuck does your mother have to do with this or the blue room?”

Malice turned toward me and simply said, “It was the room she gave birth to Ivy in. You want to know why my sister and I are so fucked up? Why neither of us will ever have a normal life? It’s because we’re not like all of you. Our mother isn’t just our mother. She’s also our half-sister. Devlin Scott raped our grandmother. When he learned she gave birth to a girl, he waited until he could legally take her. He fucking married his own daughter, then got her pregnant. That’s who the sick son of a bitch is. You must understand, Devlin Scott is single-minded. He knows exactly what he wants and will never stop until he achieves his ultimate goal.”

“What is his ultimate goal?” I asked.

“To train and impregnate the next generation of his offspring.”

I couldn’t think. Malice’s words rolled around in my head, like some sick, twisted game of pin the tail on the relative. Who the fuck rapes a woman for the sole purpose of impregnating her, then fucking marries said offspring?

One evil, fucked-up motherfucker, that’s who.

I had heard of inbred families, read stories of such families and the horrible atrocities they suffered, but this sick son of a bitch took the fucking cake. One family in particular came to mind in West Virginia, or old Appalachia. Members of that family still lived today. Yet, if I remembered correctly, that family suffered from mental deficits and birth defects.

How the fuck were Malice and Ivy technically sane?

Okay. So, Ivy and Malice weren’t sane like normal people, but they functioned in society, held down jobs, and could articulate words into sentences.

Well... kind of.

Malice grunted a lot and Ivy was prone to killing first before asking questions.

Twirling the glass of whiskey in my hand, I tried to comprehend everything. Leaning forward, I couldn’t wrap my head around it all. I honestly didn’t know what to think, or do, for that matter. The only thing I did know was that Devlin Scott had to die. He’d caused too much pain, death, and destruction, and I flat-out fucking refused to let him breathe the same air as Ivy anymore.

“Don’t care how she came to be,” Gunny muttered from his favorite spot at the bar and every head turned to him. Mine included. “My girl survived Hell. She fought her fight and walked away. She’s one of us, and I don’t give a damn where or who she came from. My girl needs me, and I’m not abandoning her.”

“No one’s abandoning Ivy, Gunny,” Saint whispered, looking a little green around the gills.

Had to admit, I was feeling a little sick to my stomach as well.

“Then why the fuck do all of you look like you’re ready to retreat and abandon your post? This is fucking Ivy we’re talking about. The sweetest, meanest badass girl we know. She didn’t ask to come into this world. She’s only trying to survive it.”

“Gunny’s right.” Mouth nodded in agreement. “Ivy’s one of us. We don’t abandon our own.”

“I’ve known Malice a long time,” Payne, a brother in the Soulless Sinners, spoke up. “Fucker is mean as hell and rarely talks, but he is my brother. Never cared who his old man was. Still doesn’t.”

“The way I see it,” a sinner called Vicious began and every brother in the Soulless Sinners club groaned, including Malice.

“Great,” Montana muttered. “The voice of reason.”

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