Page 33 of Lani

He hurt Vinny.

That is eating me up inside because I picture him when he was younger, with Charles just hitting him over and over because he’s bisexual.

I want to tear him to pieces. I want to fucking destroy him and make him beg for me to stop, but I won’t because he didn’t show his very own child any kind of mercy.

“I was thirty-three when I married Lynn. She was thirteen,” he confesses and looks at Etta’s husband, whose head is hanging in shame.

You should be ashamed, motherfucker.

“How old was she when you started fucking grooming her?” Kyle asks again. Vinny fists his hands, waiting for the answer.

“Don’t answer him, Chris!” Charles yells and pulls against the chains like it’s going to do something.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” I walk over and slam Charles’s mouth shut so he can’t say a word. “Speak again without it being your turn and I’ll cut off your dick then feed it to you,” I growl in his face, completely disgusted.

“She was ten when I started dating her.”

Puke crawls up my throat. She was fucking ten years old! How in the world can a man see her in this way?

“When did you start raping her?” Kyle asks, and I stop moving, holding my breath, waiting for his answer.

He is digging himself a bigger and bigger hole with every single answer. Every person in this room is going to get a part of him and he’s going to face hell before he reaches hell, because that is exactly where he is going.

“She is my wife.” He starts to argue his point, and I slam my fist in his mouth, enjoying the feel of his teeth breaking off beneath my hand.

“She is not your wife, she is a child. Tell me, now,” Kyle demands, pushing his knife under his throat, blood pooling down the blade;.

“She was eleven when we started making love.”

My stomach drops. Making love?

“Etta was thirteen, we married at fifteen,” Etta’s husband pitches in like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Vinny explodes. He attacks both of them, pounding them with his fists over and over, screaming at the top of his lungs until their faces aren’t even recognizable anymore.

I walk over to Vinny and put my hand on his back, letting him know I’m here. This shit is so fucked up.

We’re all hurting at the thought of what these young girls have suffered, but they won’t have to suffer again. I know we’re going to find the others and make sure they have a brand new life.

I want to pull Vinny away from those fuckers. This is the hardest part of us both being members of the Devils. I want to protect Vinny, but he’s a patched in member. I don’t get that right.

I want him right in the fucking bed with Lani right now, away from all of this shit so I can protect her.

I love them both. I didn't think that shit was possible, but Lani completes us. I feel content in my life like I never have before.

An hour later, after many ass-beatings, Charles admits he saw what happened to the others, so he squeals like a pig and tells us everything. He gives us locations of the churches and the details of underage marriages, and the numbers are fucking appalling.

“Are you going to let me live?” Charles asks pitifully, and I laugh loudly, making myself known for the first time. I grip his face hard, putting my face in his, grinning. “You think I would let you live after what you did to those girls and Vinny? The only reason I allowed you to live this long is because we wanted to save the others.”

Charles’s mouth quivers at the realization that we aren’t going to let him live. No, we aren’t going to let them live. None of these pedophiles are.

The prospects make themselves known and strip the fucking pedophiles. Charles screams at the top of his lungs. “Why are you afraid? Are you afraid we are going to rape you like you allowed those men to do to your babies?”

“And me.”

The ground could have fucking opened right then and there, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Vinny comes up to me, his face pale. “Don’t forget where the whole ‘faggot’ shit came from, Dad. You said you were going to fuck it out of me. Don’t you remember?” Vinny tells him.

Charles pisses his pants at the realization of his fate. I look at Vinny and I can see the pain so fucking deep inside of him.

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