Page 49 of Ronny

His back arches. “Fuck, can you give me something for the pain?” he begs us.

“No, finish,” I order.

“These men here were paid to come collect the money or the kids the last couple of weeks. I told them that my wife had a lot of money and she will bail me out. They were there to collect any way possible.”

He set her up to take the fall for him.

I turn to the members. “What did you plan to do to collect that money?” I ask them, while my dad moves closer to me, grabbing my arm and stopping me from charging them. I didn’t even realize I was moving closer to them.

“I don’t think we should tell you,” the one on the far left says, scared out of his mind. “This is a mistake, we didn’t know she wasn’t his wife.”

“Tell me,” I demand, and they look at each other before the main guy answers.

“This is before we knew she was yours, okay?” he tries to reassure me, like it changes anything.

I nod for him to continue. “If she didn’t fork the money over then we would have gotten it from her by any way we can.”

“How?” I start pacing in front of them, and my dad stays with me.

He doesn’t want to tell me, he is scared and I know that means it was not good. “We were going to whore her out until the debt was paid.”

“Elliot knew this also?” I want to get all the facts.

He nods. “He agreed it was the best idea to get the money until he could produce more kids to pay the rest of.”

“What kids are you sending there?” my dad asks, looking at Elliot.

“Girls from the ages twelve to sixteen years old.”

Oh, hell the fuck no.

I look at my brothers as we all fucking realize that this hippie commune is a trafficking place, because why else are they buying girls in that age range?

I want to fucking throw up because this shit is hitting too close to home. We all have been touched by a cult years ago that hurt so many of our families’ lives.

This cult hurt, kidnapped, raped, and destroyed so many lives I’m surprised anyone even managed to survive it.

My Olivia was kidnapped.

This may not be the same cult, but this shit is hitting too close to comfort for all of us. People are still hurting to this day because of people like these men, and I see the pain Olivia had to come to terms with.

“You know what this man who runs the operation is doing to those young girls, don’t you?” Lane asks all of them.

“We have suspicions, but we don’t know for sure. They are to rebuild the world once it ends.”

My dad sighs. “Let me get Techy and River in on this, so we can get this shit started and get those girls out of there.” He takes out his phone and texts them all of the information. “What is his name?”

“Jody Benson.”

“I think that’s everything?” I ask all of my brothers, and everyone agrees.

Now the fun begins.

“Are you going to let us go?” the head gang banger asks, and I smirk.

“Oh, none of you are leaving here alive, that is for certain, but we will play first.”

They start screaming at the top of their lungs, kicking, fighting, and trying to get out of the chairs.

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