Page 3 of Daughters of Chaos

I get it; she felt some strange curiosity after Mom told us more about our sperm donor. Our lives became a puzzle with holes that needed to be filled. Still, how could Phoenix do something so stupid?

Every curse word imaginable has gone through my mind on this drive to fucking Arizona. I swear, the second I see my sister, she's going to get a piece of my mind. I love her to death, but this has to be one of the dumbest things she's ever done. She tookoff, leaving only a note behind, going on and on about how she needed to find out more about the man who fathered us.

Fuck. That.

If Elias West gave a damn about our mother or anything that happened to her, he never would have left. That should be everything Phoenix needs to know about the jackass. If, by some chance, he gives Nix the time of day, I'm sure it won't last. Nothing does with men like that.

Lucky for her, I got off work early and found her note as soon as I got home. She shouldn't have much of a head start on me, but I can't help but worry. If things are going the way I expect they are, and she's in some kind of trouble . . .

Well, I have a plan for that. It's sitting in my backseat, ready to go if I need it. No one fucks with my family. No one.

I recheck the GPS, hoping nothing is wrong. I speed along the highway to the last place Phoenix was, according to her phone tracker. At least she didn't deactivate that.Maybe she did so as a precaution, in case things went sour on her little adventure.

Fuck, I can't think like that.

Everything will be fine. I'll find Phoenix, get her the hell out of Arizona, away from Elias and his gang, and we'll go back to our happy little lives. I mean, seriously, what the hell was she thinking? Going alone to find a man involved with a motorcycle gang across state lines—that's reckless.

She may have book smarts, but she has little to no street smarts. I told her so many times this was a bad idea. I had a feeling things would go south if she inserted herself into the life of a man who knew nothing about us. What if he thinks she's lying to try to scam him? What will he and his big biker gang do to her?

My foot presses harder on the gas as my fists clench around the steering wheel. I have to get there ASAP. If Phoenix is introuble . . . I think about my insurance plan in the back seat. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

I'm not above kicking someone's ass for hurting my family; I'm just not sure I can take on a whole MC by myself. Nix would try to help if it came to that, but she's always been the sweet, soft one. I'd never want to put her in that position.

Me, on the other hand? I'm the mean bitch who rarely shies away from a fight—the demon to her angel. Her polar opposite.

It must be the whole yin and yang twin thing Mom always told us about. We couldn't be more different for two people who shared a womb for nine months. Mom always said we balanced each other out. She was right, of course. She always was.

Damn, I miss her.

I huff a sigh. Things were never easy for us, especially after Mom got sick. Nix had to drop out of college to stay home and take care of her while I worked three jobs to pay all the bills. Mom needed round-the-clock care toward the end, and it was too expensive to hire a nurse to take care of her. So, Nix was our only option. The rest of Mom's family was either dead or lived too far to help. It came down to the two of us to make sure she lived her last months comfortably.

Phoenix offered to take a part-time job to help with the bills, but there was no way I'd let her do that. She was the only one who could care for Mom the way she needed. She's the one who was planning to go to nursing school and take care of people, not me. No, I hardly had a soft bone in my body.

Nix gave Mom everything she needed physically and mentally, and I took care of what I could financially. Now, Mom's gone, and it's just me and my sister. There's no way in hell I'm losing her too. I press harder on the gas, needing to get to Phoenix, cursing her naivety.

Not long after, I breathe a sigh of relief as her car appears in the distance. It's parked in front of a shady-looking bar that screams,Turn back now.

Jesus, Nix, what the hell were you thinking?

The anger I feel at my sister vanishes as I pull closer to the building. That's when I see them—the biker gang—exiting the building with Nix in tow. My stomach drops as I watch them get into her car, pushing her into the passenger seat.No.This can't be real.It has to be a nightmare.

I feel sick and angry. Very. Angry.

All I want to do is push my pedal to the floor and ram every one of those fuckers with my car, but Nix could get hurt if I do that. No, I have to be rational for once in my life, for my sister's sake. I follow behind the gang as several of them hop onto their bikes and follow Phoenix's car to a nearby neighborhood.

My mind races, trying to work up a plan that won't get us both killed. I know I have to work fast to make sure nothing happens to Phoenix. If I call the police, she could be dead before they get here. I have to do this on my own. And I have to act now.

Seconds after the last man enters the house where they took Phoenix, I jump into action. My door flings open as I scramble to grab my insurance plan from the back seat. It isn't much—a solid wood baseball bat—but the thing has helped me out a time or two in a pinch. Let's hope I don't have to take on an entire MC with it.

With no time to lose, I rush to the door of the house and bang wildly against the surface. Fire surges through my veins as I wait. I see someone look through the curtains up front shortly before a burly man opens the door. He's huge, easily over six feet tall, with thick, dark hair and a matching beard. I bet most people would run after seeing this guy's hard scowl and visible scars. But not me.

I match his scowl as I seethe at him, "Where's my sister, asshole?"

The mountainous man scowls even harder as he stands silently in the doorway. I raise the bat, ready to strike if he tries anything. There's no way I'll let these assholes do anything to me or Phoenix. "Where is she?" I repeat.

Again, silence from the brick wall I'm talking to. His eyes narrow as he takes me in. He stands there, unmoving, as another man approaches. The newcomer eyes me, and I see something familiar in his face.

My gaze drifts down to the patch on his leather cut. "President" it reads.Go figure."You must be Elias," I tell him cooly.

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