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Is that snow all around us? It’s really cold in here, and I think I’m in a fucking shed.

“Shut up!” the girl yells, kicking me in the stomach. God, I can’t breathe, and this gag won’t let me drain the saliva and bile in my mouth. Can you die this way?

“Daughter, if you kill her, we can’t get the Family back our money,” a man says, moving her back. I recognize the man by his tattoos, recognizing them as Arina and Adamson.

I wish I could talk, scream, fight, but my legs are tied to my arms, and it’s all starting to fall asleep.

“It figures that Dee’s little slut step-sister would be the key to our problems,” Arina mutters. “How did Gareth lose all the money anyway?”

“He says it just disappeared, but you know the Family is going to kill him anyway,” Adamson says with a low chuckle.

“He’d deserve it,” Arina mutters.

“Who deserves what?” Gareth asks, closing the door behind himself. There’s snow on his clothing that he shakes off, and paperwork in his hands. “Are you talking shit about me to my daughter?”

I still refuse to call him my father, my brain simply rejects the idea. He hurt Dahlia so much. It doesn’t even surprise me that he’s stooping to kidnapping, since that’s what he initially did to my girl.

A low moan of pain behind me makes me stiffen, fear for someone other than myself increasing my heartbeat. I care more about the people that I love than myself. All I want is for them to be alright. Maybe that isn’t healthy, but it’s how I’m wired.

“Jack deserves for his little sluts to be murdered and found in the woods,” Adamson lies smoothly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s behind your money problems somehow.”

If only he knew.

“Yes, well he doesn’t think very highly of me,” Gareth says with a sniff, walking closer to me, while avoiding the mess I’ve made. “Is my beautiful step-daughter awake yet, Adamson? Bronwyn, I will not hesitate to fuck her raw in front of you, if you don’t sign this contract to sign over your grandfather’s inheritance to me.”

Wrapping his hand in my hair, he yanks my head back. “I hope I’m making myself clear,” he growls. “You’re quite the disappointment, pumpkin. I didn’t sign up to be the parent of a fucking cunt licker. I was hoping to marry you off to someone rich and powerful. Instead you’re common and poor.”

I live in a high rise that costs more than Gareth currently has in any of his accounts, and I have control of the money he wants from my grandfather. I don’t think I’m all that common.

Adamson makes a disgusted face behind Gareth’s back, walking over to kick Dahlia in the stomach. Her scream tells me that she’s not gagged. God, I hope her hands are free too.

“The bitch is now,” Adamson grunts. “I don’t understand your fascination with her, man. You haven’t seen the little whore in years. Is this some fascination you never acted out before that you need to scratch?”

A calculating look comes over Gareth’s face and I remember Jack told me once that the Boxley’s are very against child rape and exploitation. If I can get this fucking gag off, I’ll tell Adamson all about my father’s obsession in the hopes that he’ll kill him.

“That’s exactly it,” Gareth says smoothly. “She was too young to touch back then. Now, Bronwyn, I’m going to give you one chance to sign this, and then the consequences will begin.”

“Gareth, stop,” Dahlia says, her voice filled with pain.

Pulling me by my hair so I’m facing Dahlia, I wince, knowing I’m completely filthy, my face beginning to swell from earlier. Her eyes grow wide as she sees me, bouncing all over as if she doesn’t know where to focus.

“Still a whiny bitch,” he sighs. “Your mother was the same way. There are going to be some beautiful azaleas growing over where I buried her come spring.”

Oh my fucking God.

“You killed her?!” Dahlia gasps, and I want to close my eyes to her pain as she begins to cry. A part of me isn’t surprised, but while her name has been on the roster at the hospital, she has been taking less and less shifts.

I thought it was normal, since she’d be taking over the work that I did. It would have been so easy for Gareth to pretend she was clocking in and out.

None of us thought to check on her, and there was no evidence that Gareth would kill her. After all, threats of it only work if Dahlia is around to see them. God, I’m so sorry, Lucia. Even though you were a terrible mother, you didn’t deserve this.

“For fuck’s sakes, woman,” Adamson says, leaning down to backhand Dahlia.

“This is the best day ever, Daddy,” Arina says with a fucked up grin. Adamson pats her on the head like a dog before dismissing her. I don’t miss the slight hurt in her blue eyes, but I can’t feel any kind of emotion for her.

“Anything for you, Arina,” he says robotically. “Let’s get this show on the road. They may be looking for them already?—”

“The house is locked down,” Thomas says, coming into the shed. The man is a blond Adonis, with muscles rippling all over body. My lips curl in anger as much as possible around the gag, infuriated that he’s working with them.

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