Page 54 of Bone's Destiny

What was he up to with his brothers?

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Bone

“Roland is locked in the cell. He won’t bother Destiny while you’re here,” Buff said.

“Appreciate it, brother. Anything on Forrest Frat?” Seemed I had turned into a big worry wart. My baby sister’s safety meant a lot to me, just as Destiny’s did. Hell, who was I kidding? I loved my family. I just didn’t say it or show it very well.

I felt as strongly for Destiny but differently, in an infinitely more intimate way. Did that mean I loved her?

“Still watching the frat fuck,” Spectre hissed. “Gunner is on watch tonight.”

“Frat fuck. That’s good.” I elbowed my brother.

“So Destiny.” Spectre wiggled his brows. “You called her your girl. Does that mean you’re claiming her?”

“We’re not there yet, but I think we might be someday.” I knew a lot of men fell hard and fast for their women. I wasn’t like them. I had trust issues and feared she’d realize she wanted something different and walk. I needed to take this relationship slowly.

“That’s good, son. Take your time. If she’s the one, she’s not going anywhere.”

I wanted to ask why my birth mom wasn’t the one but refrained. I wasn’t sure why I was so defensive of her. It wasn’t like I’d known her. If she was an addict and a bitch, from how he and Lady M made her sound, I could see why he wouldn’t want to be with Eleanor Hebert. Still, it hurt a piece of me.

I needed Destiny. I felt the darkness creeping back into my soul. I hadn’t been back in Fargo long, either.

Destiny was my light, my sunshine girl. The past month with her had been the best of my life. I wanted to be in Montana with her instead of here, but I couldn’t leave until I came clean with my siblings and gave Lady M and my dad one last chance to tell me everything.

“There’s one more thing,” Buff said, seeming a little dark too.

“What?”

“Cobra had me torture Roland for information about Destiny’s adoptive mom and birth parents.” His gray depths turned black. “Roland sold Debbie when they lived in Idaho.”

“No. Destiny said she took off with her lover.”

“I’m just telling you what the fucker said, so I’d let him keep his right hand.” The deadly look on his face told me he was telling the truth.

“Fuck. Are you saying you cut off his left hand?”

“Yes.”

“And for a good reason, brother. He’d been in contact with Grizzly. They hadn’t found Destiny’s adoption papers, so I gave the order to do what was necessary to make Roland talk.”

“Fuck.” I dragged my hand down my face. “So what did you find out?”

“At first, nothing,” Buff replied. “That’s why I chopped off Roland’s left hand. He didn’t think I’d do it. Stupid fuck.”

I had a sickening feeling in my gut. “Go on.” But did I actually want Buff to go on? Fuck no.

“Destiny was stolen from her parents. The midwife who delivered Destiny at home had convinced the mother the baby was stillborn.”

“Jesus Christ.” I put my face in my hands, my heart breaking for Destiny. “Where was the husband? How could he let this happen?”

“He was a soldier and deployed in Iraq. The mother had been helpless and alone.” Buff blew out a deep breath. “Roland says it was his job to raise Destiny and keep her pure until she was twenty-one. Then she’d be sold to the highest bidder. Apparently, virgins get top dollar.”

“Well, she’s not a virgin anymore!” I was outraged by all of this. Fucking Roland had found a way to use Destiny for money regardless, pimping her out for oral and anal sex. “Fuck! We need to find her parents. They’re out there thinking their baby girl died when she didn’t.” I started to pace. More than ever, I needed my girl. Need to get us back to our haven where we were whole and happy.

“Good, then she’s of no value to the traffickers,” Cobra told me.

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