Page 66 of Bound by Vengeance
“Please don’t,” my mother pleads, tears streaming down her face.
“She already has her future husbands lined up. Two cousins and a half-brother. Nice. That’s fuckin’ nasty. You look at me with disgust, but that’s where you’re wrong. You disgust me.”
“I don’t really care what you think of me. God has told me what He wants of me, and I’m following His rules.”
“Bullshit. You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you on the ass.”
“Brother, we need to go,” GT says from my side. That’s when I notice more lights coming on in the neighborhood. We killed the cameras on the road, so at least they won’t show us here.
“We’re leaving. Don’t come anywhere near us or you’ll be done for. Not only will I get your ass thrown in jail for your underage activities, I’ll destroy you. Think of this as my revenge.” On those parting words, I turn to my brothers, nodding, and then we all take off like shots.
I hear footfalls behind me, having no doubt it’s my sperm donor. Girls are such a high commodity in this world, he’ll do anything to keep them. Anything.
Turning around, I find he’s only a few beats behind me. I jump into an already running truck—thank you, Austyn—and we take off into the night.
In the rearview mirror, I see my father stomping his feet and waving his hands in the air, angry as all hell.
I’m going to need to find these two somewhere to go, now.
“Are you okay?” I ask the girls, who are crying in the backseat of my extended cab.
Breanna sniffles. “We’ll be fine. We just have to get out of here.”
Austyn reaches over and grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze. “I’ll call Mom.”
I nod, thanking Christ that Princess has connections.
C H A P T E R T W E N T Y
The girls are petrified. I don’t blame them one bit. They don’t know me and trying to talk to them is like pulling teeth. Ryker said they don’t have very good social skills, which scares me. They need to be able to stand on their own two feet, but I fear they won’t be able to. Hopefully, wherever my mom has in store will help them get to that point in their lives.
“Yeah?” Mom answers on the first ring.
Looking out into the dark night, I tell her, “We have a situation.”
“Talk to me.” Her tone becomes alert instantly. That’s her sign for she’s all business.
“We have two girls. Breanna, who’s fifteen and …” I look to Ryker, not knowing the other one’s name or age.
“Ashley.” He looks back to the little girl.
“Eleven.” Her soft voice comes through a bit shaken.
I go back to the phone. “Ashley, who’s eleven. We need a place for them tonight.”
“Fuck.” She shuffles around. “Alright. Give me ten, and I’ll call you right back.” She disconnects.
“Call your dad for me,” Ryker says.
I dial then hand him the phone.
“Yeah. We have two girls, both my full-sisters. One’s fifteen, the other eleven. Princess is working on a place for them to go. We need them to disappear, and I don’t want to bring them to the clubhouse. Our father was outside and saw me … saw all of Ravage, actually. I threatened him, but I don’t know if it’ll work. The best bet is to find them a place now. Princess is workin’ on it.”
I don’t hear what my father says, and it makes me want to push speaker so I can.
“I’m going to head west. You and Princess tell us where we’re goin’.” A pause. “Right. Bye.”
Ryker looks over to me. “Looks like we’re goin’ on a road trip.”
