Page 71 of Bound By Fate
“I wish they would’ve killed you two,” Mother sneered. You’d think that would hurt, but it didn’t. She was nothing to me. heck, I didn’t think she ever was. I was just a workhorse.
“Right. I’m done with this shit,” Princess announced. “Get in the SUV,” she ordered us, and I began to move Margaret back.
“We will shoot,” the man threatened.
“So will we,” Blaze said, her gun pointed at the man’s head. I had no doubt she would. She’d be protecting someone I cared about which was astonishing. No, none of us had ever had this kind of care. It wasn’t my sisters fault they were born into this life.
Shots began to ring, out and I tossed Margaret in the vehicle. Ensley did the same to Daphne on the other side, and they collided as we hopped in behind them. “Sorry.”
Princess hit the gas, slamming our doors shut all the while with a gun out the window shooting.
As she turned the SUV around, several others had guns sticking out of their windows, firing. As they turned, so did the guns and the bullets.
We were off, and I’d bet everything I had that all these vehicles were damaged from the bullets. I sighed loudly once we got out of the area and no one was following us partially relieved.
I turned in the middle seat to the back where my sisters now sat. “What’s goin’ on?” I asked them.
It was Margaret who talked. Daphne always was a quiet one.
“Since all the deaths, a new prophet came from Utah. He also brought all of his brothers and sons, who each had wives and children that also came. We were getting married off quickly to replenish what we’d lost.”
“And you didn’t want that?”
A tear rolled down Daphne’s cheek, and Margaret grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Daphne wasn’t going to marry any of those guys there. Me yes, her no. She was going directly to the sixty-seven-year-old prophet. So I had to get her out of there.”
“I’m so sorry for both of you. That life isn’t an easy one.”
“It’s not,” Daphne whispered. “After you two left, they had round the clock guards to make sure no one else left. It had taken this long for us to get up the nerve to go through with this plan. It was the only one we had.”
“I’m happy you called me,” I replied.
“Me too,” Ensley replied. “Are you two okay physically? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Margaret and Daphne both shook their heads. At least that was a good thing.
“Good. We’ll get you to my house and get ya cleaned up,” Ensley told them.
Princess looked at her phone. “Austyn is gettin’ ahold of Ryker’s sisters.”
My sister’s eyes lit up. “Breanna and Ashley?” Daphne asked, the hope bright in her eyes.
“Yeah. We got them set up in a place. We’ll get y’all sorted,” Blaze said turning around and smiling bright. “You’re safe.”
It was Margaret’s turn to have the tear roll down her face.
22
DRYERSON
Once again,Micah and I were stuck in this tin can. Even with the windows down, it didn’t touch the feeling of a bike. Alas, we were here following.
We also had a companion. Booker was in the backseat fucking around on his phone. The kid was only barely out of high school, but we were equals when it came to rank in the club. Since we had to ride in the cage, so did he.
Since this was the first time with us, we needed to get a feel from him. And we could if he didn’t have his face attached to the damn phone.
Three and a half hours later we landed in Savannah. We didn’t have a Ravage MC here or we could’ve let them handle this exchange. Even with that I wouldn’t think Cruz would have it any other way. He was a very hands-on president.
Before going to the contact, we filled up with fuel, wanting to get the hell out of there as soon as we got the guns. Cops were a no-go. Which surprised me that the entire Ravage MC came and not just a select few.
