Page 33 of Brake's Intent

Everyone looks at me, and I sag against the wall behind me, my body throbbing in pain. I close my eyes for a brief moment and take a breath. When I open them again, I meet Lawson’s gaze, all but feeling the rage within his eyes searing me. Ready to get this over with, I look directly at my twin brother and tell them the story.

“Let me start from the beginning,” I state. “Our wonderful mother you all know abused both Tyres and me. What you don’t know is she sold me.”

“I know she did,” Tyres says harshly.

“Yeah, well, you don’t know she sold me to our great uncle for Charlotte to toy with. Her, Benoit, and Eugene.” I cast my gaze to the floor, not able to meet anyone’s gaze for this next part. “I was theirs to do as they pleased. Torment. Rape. Whatever they felt like. After Ryder got us, they couldn’t touch us. But when they found out Victoria had a boy, Charlotte came to me with a deal. I give myself to them, or they go after Jamie and any other child born to any of you.”

“What do you mean any of us? What about you?” Chains growls, and Benoit snickers.

“It’s impossible for me to produce a child,” I answer.

“Fuck.” Breaker snarls. “They snippet your shit? When?

“Don’t remember,” I answer. There’s no way I’ll be telling them the answer to when it happened or how.

“So, you let them do whatever they wanted to you for years on our birthday?” Tyres demands, his tone is getting close to the edge of his control. I know it because it’s as if I can feel his anger. Some would say it’s a twin thing, but in my opinion, it’s simply a sibling thing.

Sighing, I nod, wanting to finish this shit and get this over with. “Yeah, I did. But now that you know. We’re all fucked because he’s gonna come. They don’t call him the devil for nothing.”

“What can he possibly do?” Breaker demands.

I glance at him and slowly meet each of my brother’s gazes, those that share my blood and those that simply share the club. Finally, I settle my gaze on Ryder. “You remember your uncle, Perrin Tremblay?”

“Oh, I remember him all right. What about him?” Ryder asks through clenched teeth. “He’s Eugene and Benoit’s father.”

“Yeah, well, there’s more than just what I’ve told you so far. Y’all should also know this because the bastard let it be known when Charlotte struck her deal with me.” I hold Ryder’s gaze and drop the next bit of information. “You and Reno share a different mother, the two bitches from hell,” I inform him mentioning Chains’s father.

Ryder straightens and furrows his brow.

“Anyway, Perrin killed y’all’s mother and forced your father to marry Blanche, his sister, the mother to Breaker’s and our mothers. Threatened him with killing every last Garnier. And it’s because of him that Victoria was sold off for an adoption that shouldn’t have been legit. He’s got his hands in pots that no one knows about. Make no mistake about the fact he’s the devil reincarnated and will come for us.”

“And when he does, we’ll make him pay,” Chains declares. “Anything else we need to know?”

“That about covers it,” I mutter and look to Benoit. “You got anything to add.”

“He’ll come for you all when you least expect it.” He laughs. “Think of him as an old man all you want, but he’ll come, and he won’t be alone. The fires of hell will rise up and engulf you all.”

Pitch Black moves in and gets in Benoit’s face. “He may try, but we’re the Inferno’s Clutch for a reason. We harness the motherfuckin’ fire and thrive.” With that, he grips the bastard’s head and wrenches it harshly, breaking his neck. “He should have died more painfully, but I think we’ve got other shit to deal with.”

“You’d be right.” Chains nods, agreeing. “Let’s get up to the clubhouse. Tomorrow, we will meet and discuss all this shit further. Right now, I need a fuckin’ drink and to set eyes on my woman and kids.”

“You and me both,” Tyres mutters, his gaze coming to me. “You should have told me. Told us all. But I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it. I appreciate what you’ve done, however, I’m still kicking your fuckin’ ass.”

“Well give me a chance to let my shoulders heal,” I remark, feeling exhausted.

“Right,” he says, shaking his head, and looks to Chains. “Who we getting to clean this shit up?”

“I’ll do it,” Pitch Black says. “None of y’all need to deal with any more of this shit.”

“I’ll help,” Lynch mutters.

“Same.” Speed steps forward.

Slowly, everyone starts making their way out of the boathouse. Lawson moves to me, and I know he’s still pissed, but instead of saying anything, he jerks his chin toward the door.

“Let’s get back to the room,” he says far too calmly.

I nod but don’t move. “I . . .”

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