Page 35 of Nita's Redemption

“Blah, blah, blah. So you need us to clean up the dirt around you so you can go back to your perfect little life?” Honor snarked.

Nita growled, wanting to put the little bitch in her place.

“Oh, does the little puppy have claws?” Honor looked over her shoulder toward Nita.

“Ah, bish, she has more than claws. Wanna see?” Bakra asked, lifting Honor up and out of her chair, her hand gripping her throat as she flew them across the room while holding the rest of the Shadow Ravens in place.

“What the fuck is going on? Release me, demon, or I’ll unleash a Hell you’ve never seen,” Hurricane warned.

Nita’s eyes widened at the vision of the male’s veins sticking out on his neck and arms as he struggled against the hold Bakra held on everyone except her.

“Oh, aren’t you precious, child. I grew up in Hell. Lucifer ensured I truly knew what the different levels of hell were. If you’d like a trip down my memory lane, you just give me a wink, and we’ll go on a stroll. Oh, I should warn you, most don’t return from my trips with their um, minds the way they were.” Bakra gave Honor a little shake. “Now you, you owe my girl a little apology and might I remind you not to test my patience? I don’t have any so to test it is like asking me to cunt punt you into the next room.”

“Bakra, please release my daughter.” Brock’s tone was gritted through clenched teeth.

“Isn’t he so sweet, asking me to save your skanky little booty ass. Well I guess you’re not skanky or you might be, but I can’t tell with all the black you’re wearing. So what’s it gonna be, girl?”

Honor’s eyes were spitting fire at Bakra. Nita was sure she could get the female down without much damage if she could get close enough. “B, listen, I don’t care what she said about me or to me. Hell, I can’t even remember what she said. To be honest, I had a father who kept me chained to a tree for twenty-four hours a day, beat me daily, sometimes for hours on end, and allowed his pack to do the same. I’ve had more bones broken than I can count. I mean, every bone in my body has been broken, crushed, and reformed. I’ve lost every ounce of blood in my body, and all of that before I was even five years old. If you think words from her could hurt me, trust me, you’re wrong.”

Bakra released Honor with a flick, letting the female fall unaided to the floor. She walked calmly over to Nita, raising her chin with one long finger. “Nita, we’ve heard the saying about sticks and stones breaking bones, and bullshit. We all know how to suppress hurts. And then there’s the one where it says words will never hurt, which is a big ole pile of steaming shit of lies. Words do fucking hurt. It’s why I twisted that little bastard’s dick right the fuck off in the fourth realm of Hell. He said there was no snake beasts further down. He lied. So after me and my girls killed the snakessss, we went back and killed that little bastard, after I twisted his dick off. His lie hurt us since we were bit several times, and then it hurt him.” Bakra dusted her hands off like she’d just completed a task.

Nita and she both looked around, noticing horrified looks on most of the men who were covering their dicks.

“Don’t lie and cause me and my girls pain, and your little dickydoos will be fine.”

“I think I love her,” one of the males in the Shadow Ravens muttered.

Hurricane growled.

TANK PULLED NITA INTO his arms. The need to protect her was ingrained deep in his soul. “Anyone who doesn’t need to hear family business needs to leave. That means everyone except my father, my mate, and brothers Abe and Link. I guess the Shadow Ravens too, and obviously Lorna.”

“Who’s the alpha here, you or him?” Hurricane asked Brock.

“Obviously not you,” Tank growled, moving to stand in front of the other male. It was a little alarming to find himself staring eye-to-eye with a male as big and tall as him, one who was of the same alpha blood as well.

Hurricane gave a low growl but didn’t say anything else before jerking his head slightly and stepping back by his crew. “Good to see you’re not a fucking pussy who likes to use his alpha daddy’s status to get his way.”

Link and Abe gave a low rumble, showing their displeasure. Each male looked to Tank as they’d always done in situations where fights tended to break out. He gave them both a slight shake of his head. They didn’t need any bloodshed, not in front of their pack and certainly not when they were unsure of their opponents.

“Very good decision, brother,” Hurricane said as the last word came out more like he’d spat the word.

“I said that was enough. We are not having a dick measuring contest between you boys.” Brock’s alpha aura flared. His strength sent everyone to their knees, making them expose their necks to him. All except Tank and his half-brother Hurricane. Even Nita fell to her knees between Abe and Link.

Tank strained to stay upright. His father hadn’t used his alpha power in years. There hadn’t been a need except when they’d battled Seamus. However even then he’d never felt the alpha order wash over and around him.

Hurricane fought their father’s command, struggling to stay on his feet. Tank winced when he noticed how red Hurricane’s entire face became, nearly purple like he was holding his breath or some shit. He was pretty sure his own didn’t look that bad.

Their eyes were daring one another to break first. Tank gave a silent vow he wouldn’t be the one to kneel, not before Hurricane. Sweat made his shirt stick to his back, yet he was controlling every other outward sign, unlike his half-brother. Hurricane’s veins were popping out on his face and forearms. In truth, Tank was beginning to worry the other male was going to stroke out if he didn’t give in sooner rather than later.

“Dad, has a wolf ever died by denying an alpha order?” Tank asked in a calm voice, although he felt anything but calm.

“I’m sure there have been deaths from such. If not from the alpha killing the wolf, then the wolf killed the human from the inside out,” his father replied.

Tank nodded, lifting his chin toward Hurricane. “I’m assuming you’re not doing that to him so his wolf must be trying to take him out for not obeying?”

Brock shrugged. “I don’t know since his wolf isn’t communicating with me. I’m not his alpha...technically.”

The anger his words held were unmistakable for Tank to hear. ‘Do you want me to submit?’ he asked through their private link, willing to do whatever was necessary to stop the struggle his father was dealing with.

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