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I groaned again as I tried to move, and suddenly my head cleared as pain shot through my shoulder and leg.FUCK!
They fucking shot me. At least I killed that son of a bitch. I felt the smile spread across my face, and she sneered, “What the fuck are you smiling about? You think your president is going to save you?” She looked me over. “Then again, you’re a patched member. You rank higher than his fucking daughter.”
“What? King doesn’t have a daughter.”
“Who the fuck is King?”
“My president.”
“No, he isn’t,” she argued.
“I think I know who my fucking president is, little girl.” I turned away, looking for something, anything that might help me get the fuck out of here.
“Steele is your president.”
I snapped my head around to her, nausea swirling in my belly from the pain and sudden movement. I closed my eyes, trying desperately not to puke.
“Steele is the president of the Mother Chapter. How do you know Steele?”
“He’s my father.”
I blinked my eyes, trying to clear my brain. Shaking my head didn’t work; in fact, it only made things worse.
“How many fucking daughters does the bastard have?”
“There were two of us,” she said quietly.
“You and Grace,” I murmured.
“Who the hell is Grace?”
I took a deep breath. I couldn’t focus enough for this conversation. I eyed the young girl as she sat across from me. Her glare told me she was angry, not scared. Which meant she had been through some shit.
“Your sister.”
“My sister’s name was Kinsley.”
“Was?”
The woman looked away then. There was something in her eyes that spoke of sadness. “She’s gone. Like my mother.”
Something in her voice caught my attention. The way it squeaked just a smidge. Most people probably wouldn’t even notice it. But I did. Because my sister had the same squeak. When she was sad. When she was trying to be brave.
“What happened to them?”
“My mother died. She just couldn’t take the abuse anymore.” Then she shrugged. “My sister was there one day; the next she was gone.”
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Kyllian Ward.” She sighed.
“What was your mother’s name?”
Kyllian looked up at me and said, “Kaylah.”
Chapter Thirty
King
