Page 10 of The Triplets and the Blonde

“Trial? What are we gonna do? Call in Gramps and his brothers? Then what? They decide to kill her?” Derek went to pull her back into his arms.

“Don’t touch her. I see how you look at her. She stole from us! She either talks or she goes on trial. End of discussion.” I ground my teeth.

Jason stood there, quiet as always. He never did have much to say, but said everything with his eyes when he didn’t talk. He disapproved, maybe even more than Derek. I couldn’t figure out why. She stole his work. It was something he developed and yet it looked like he was taking her side.

“You disapprove?” I asked him.

“Yes, No. Look I get it. I know what she stole so let’s get on with this.” He waved his hand.

I turned and headed toward the basement. Derek, Jason, and Pat followed. I knew they didn’t agree with this, but they would. Maybe when she woke up and tried to break something of theirs they would understand. It took her one lucky shot and she broke my nose. I would have to get it set after this.

Pat grabbed one of the servants on his way down and ordered her to grab some cleaning supplies. He also told her to grab a mattress and blankets which I stopped. She got nothing until she talked to us.

Ch. 5 Kira and the cell

“Sweetie? Sweetie, areyou okay?” A hand grazed my face.

I opened my eyes and sat up. Fuck. The bed was metal. Sleeping in the streets didn’t prepare me for this bed. It was rusty and harder than the cardboard and blankets I used. Not to mention there were no blankets.

Pat was sitting next to me. He took a wet rag and ran it across my temple. I pushed it aside. “What are you doing?”

“Sweetie, your head. I’m getting the blood off. You must have bumped it.” He dipped the rag in a bucket of water.

“Yea, I’m sure it was me and nothing to do with the dickheads dragging me back here.” I touched my forehead. A bump had already swelled. It felt like a cut ran down to my temple.

“They would never hurt a lady.” He started to clean me again.

“Stop that, please. They would and they did. Why are you so blinded by them?” I pushed his hand away.

“You don’t know them. They are good people.” He grabbed my hands. “Trust me, they are.”

I looked around the room ignoring him. The guy was obviously brainwashed. The walls were concrete and water dripped down in the corners. A toilet sink combo sat in the corner. Bars made up the fourth wall. I was in a damn cell! Those fuckers locked me up. Here Pat was spewing about them being good people and I was in here.

“Where the hell am I?” I snapped.

“Their basement. They said it’s only temporary.” Pat stood and backed away. He must have noticed the anger in my face.

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