Page 45 of Siren's Salvation

The thought of it makes bile rise in my throat, and I have to swallow hard to keep from screaming.

My sister, Stiletto, was violated because our own mother can’t ever take responsibility and wanted her debts paid.

How were they paid?

My sister was used and abused like many women in my mother’s profession, only she never gave permission to the men who did it.

Sassy keeps staring at me with those begging, pleading eyes of hers.

Does she honestly think I’m going to help her?

Newsflash: I’m not.

I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.

She screams, high and shrill, but I barely hear it over the roaring in my ears. “Let me go! It hurts!”

I laugh, and it's a cold, cruel sound that I barely recognize as my own.

"You act like I give an actual fuck," I snarl in her face, tightening my grip on her hair. "You think you can play games with this club? With my family? You're nothing but a cheap imitation of the trash I left behind in New York."

Sassy's eyes are wide with fear now, and I can see tears starting to form.

Good.

Let her cry.

Let her feel a fraction of the pain she’s caused the club.

"Siren," I hear Zane's voice, firm but cautious. "Back off, kid."

But I'm too far gone, lost in a haze of rage and pain that's been building for years.

In this moment, Sassy isn't just Sassy anymore.

She's SuSu, she's every person who's ever hurt me, my sister or the club.

She represents every betrayal and every lie.

"You want to know what happens to rats?" I hiss, my face inches from hers. "To backstabbing bitches who think they can fuck with people's lives?"

I can feel hands on my shoulders now, trying to pull me back, but I resist.

I'm not done.

Not by a long shot.

In this moment, I'm not just Siren anymore.

I'm the twisted sister, the half of a duo forged in pain and betrayal, and I'm ready to unleash hell on anyone who hurts the club.

Zane's grip on my shoulders tightens, his voice a low rumble in my ear. "Back up, kid. Let's handle this the right way."

I feel the fight drain out of me, replaced by a cold, calculated anger.

I step back, my eyes never leaving Sassy's terrified face.

Zane's right—we need to do this properly.

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