Page 17 of Lani

The doorbell rings, and I rush to the front door, excited to see Trey and Vinny. I don’t even bother to check the peephole before opening the door.

I swing the door open and come face to face with the same man who called me a whore last night and tried to attack me.

Oh my god.

I can feel bile crawling up my throat. His eyes narrow on me like he never expected me to open the door.

He’s carrying a bible in his hand. My family is religious, but nowhere does it say in the Bible to be filled with hate and bitterness.

“Look, the whore is here. I was hoping you would be.” He grins menacingly and looks back at his group of friends behind him, and I count four from last night.

What the fuck is actually going on?

They actually tracked me down?

“Are your parents here? I’m here to help save your soul, child. I will not speak to a disgusting, filthy jezebel.”

Mind blown.

I hear a loud slam behind me, and I turn back just enough for my dad to come into view. He slides beside me and puts himself in front of me, arms crossed. I look down and notice the gun in the back of his pants.

Oh shit.

Mom grabs my hand. I can feel her shaking.

“I’m assuming you’re this child’s father? Did you know your daughter was kissing two men last night and that she is a model, who poses provocatively to entice men.?”

So my big mouth comes into play. “And women too.” I smirk at him because this shit is absolutely ridiculous.

He gasps in shock, his bloodshot eyes staring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over.

“Blasphemy!” he screams, spit flying from his mouth.

I cringe in disgust, and Mom does the same. Dad doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch.

He turns back to my dad, trying to keep his cool, but this man and the goons behind him are completely batshit crazy.

“We can correct this behavior. We have a place meant for her to reform. We usually have a waitlist, but she is in dire need. I worry for her soul.” He hands my dad a contract.

I watch as his body stiffens, then he crumples the paper, throwing it onto the ground, “Your form of therapy is fucking girls into submission.” That’s when my dad rears his fist back and hits him dead in the face. He falls straight on his ass.

Mom pulls me back, away from the fight, because my dad has turned into fucking beast mode, hitting him over and over in the face.

I have never seen my dad like this.

The other guys start to jump on my dad just as Trey and Vinny pull up. Vinny jumps out before the truck even stops, running straight into the fray, throwing fists at everyone.

They drop one by one.

Mom and I are shocked that this is even happening. We’re frozen in place. Dad stands up and looks at the guy who is now mangled beyond repair.

“Do not fucking come to my house and ask me to sign a slave contract for my daughter to fix her, you disgusting piece of shit! I should kill you,” Dad roars in his face, but the looks on Trey’s and Vinny’s faces are haunting.

Oh shit.

Mom grips me harder. Trey picks the guy up from the ground, putting him right in his face. “You have five seconds to get out of here before I kill you. This isn’t a threat, it’s a promise. But know this is not over. The Devils will be coming for you and your fucking cult.”

Trey lets him go and he hits the ground, knocking the air out of him, but his buddies drag him out of the driveway into a fucking kidnapper-looking-type van.

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