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My sister doesn’t even move or flinch. There’s blood running down her forehead and covering parts of her face. I know head wounds bleed worse than anything else. Unfortunately, it doesn’t mean she’s okay. My eyes drop to her chest to see if she’s still breathing. I barely move until I register the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. Before I can try to wake her up again, I hear the locks of the door to my left being unlocked. I drop my head and pretend to still be knocked out. If Paige is, there’s no reason I can’t be in the same position as she is.
I push the fear and anger down as deep as I possibly can. I’m angry because I now remember that Kevlar left. He went out searching for our mother and the men she’s chosen to surround herself with now. The door is roughly pushed open based on the way it grates across the cement floor. I barely open my eyes as several pairs of boot covered feet enter the room. Dirty jeans are covering the legs of the men entering the room with us. Among all the men, there’s a pair of stiletto heels that are a deep red. They tap against the cement until she’s standing in the middle of the room.
“What the fuck did you do to my daughters, Lucifer? Why aren’t they awake by now?” my mother’s familiar voice washes over me making my anger rise even more.
“We just knocked ‘em out. You’d do well to remember your fucking place here. This is on your fucking orders. You wanted them here with you and didn’t give a fuck how we got them here. The only reason we went along with this shit is because we want to take out those bitches from Cedar Bay,” a man says, his voice cold and deadly to the point a tremor of fear runs through me.
“I didn’t want these sluts here with me. You guys want the information they have. I’ve done just fine the last fifteen years without them weighing me down. You even told me you didn’t want fucking kids around and I agree with you,” my mother says, breaking my heart into a million pieces.
Every smile she ever aimed in our direction and all the times she told us she loved us is nothing but lies. Those times she read to us were a chore to her. Paige and I mean absolutely nothing to her and we never have. She’s quite the fucking actress with the years she pretended to love and care for us. All the times she played with us or took us out to the park, zoo, or simply for a walk while pointing out the wildlife and various aspects of nature. This is the woman who gave birth to us and then turned her back the second she was ready to cast us aside. I can’t believe I ever mourned the loss of this woman for even a second. She is nothing to me.
“Did the guys take care of that fucking biker at least?” my mother questions the group in front of us.
“He’s fucking dead. Brought back his cut. Rammed his back wheel and the asshole was thrown from his bike. Stupid fuck. That’s why we don’t ride. They’re fucking death traps and easy to take out your enemies,” the same man answers as I can’t keep pretending to be knocked out still. They’re talking about my man. The man I love and will do anything to get back to.
“You fucking asshole!” I scream, jolting upright in the chair despite the pain it causes me. “He’s not fucking dead!”
“He’s more than dead,” the man who’s been speaking says, turning his attention to me.
This man is short. He’s barely six feet tall from what I can tell. His dark hair is long and greasy and the beard covering his face is unkept. It’s long, bushy, and various lengths as it curves around his face. The clothes covering his body are stained, nasty, and in desperate need of being washed. His boots are covering his feet and are scuffed and peeling as if they’ve been through a war. A fucking disgusting pig if you ask me.
I turn my tear filled eyes toward my mother. When she was with us, my mom always had a smile on her face that made her bright green eyes light up even more. Her hair was always trimmed and brushed or styled. And her clothes were always clean and neat even if they were old. Now, the woman standing in front of me, isn’t anyone I’d ever recognize. Her clothes are several sizes too large from all the weight she’s lost. There are marks going up and down each arm, bruises on her face and arms, and her hair resembles a rat’s nest. There’s caked on make-up covering her face that doesn't cover the wrinkles. This woman isn’t my mother and I will never address her as anything but the bitch she is.
“I’m the one who ran the fucker off the road. He was dying in a ditch when I pulled his cut from his broken body and left him there to die,” another man says, stepping up and getting in my face.
I don’t hold back. Spitting in his face, I start screaming and trying to break free from the chains so I can attack everyone in the room. Anguish fills me at the thought that I’ll never see Kevlar again. Everyone around me laughs as they watch me strain and struggle to break free. My mother’s laughter is louder than everyone else’s.
“Fucking pathetic girl. You never were smart,” my mother says, continuing to cackle as she glares at me.
The man I spit on, rears back and slams his fist into my face. Instant pain fills me as I hear something crack. He doesn’t stop there. The asshole continues to hit me anywhere his fist lands. I can’t do anything to protect myself or stop him from hitting me. Even trying to kick out at him does nothing but bring me more pain. My heart is breaking in my chest while simultaneously beating faster than ever before. I can hardly get a breath in with the pain now coming from my sides. This fucker has either broken or bruised my ribs. No one’s stopping him either. In fact, my mother is standing there with pure glee on her face as she watches me get the shit beat out of me. One way or another, I’m gonna get my hands on her and make her pay for this. She’ll know every ounce of pain I’m feeling right now.
“Enough!” the man finally bellows, his voice echoing off the cement walls. “Now, this is what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna tell us all about the club your little boy belongs to. I want to know what their weakness is and the best way to eliminate them. Permanently.”
I go to open my mouth, but I can’t. A muffled scream erupts from me and I know my jaw has been broken. I might never have had a broken jaw before, but it doesn’t take a genius to realize that’s what’s happened here today.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” the man yells out. “You had to go and break her fucking jaw? Now we’ll have to wait for the other bitch to wake up. Or for her jaw to heal. Though, I suppose we can use this slut to make the other one talk. Everyone out. I want guards on the door. The second you even think the other bitch is awake, let me know and we’ll come back in.”
“Lucifer, can we leave now? I want to eat and you promised me you’d get me another hit,” my mother says as she wraps her body around the man that’s been talking the entire time. It’s fucking disgusting.
I watch on as everyone leaves the room. No one says a damn word as the door is slammed closed behind them and I listen for the locks to click in place once again. Right on cue they lock and that’s the last thing I hear from outside the door. There’s no one talking or anything else. At least not that I can hear through the ringing in my ears that’s slowly getting louder. My eyes start to droop closed once again as blackness fills my vision. Before I let it pull me under completely, I see my sister looking at me with tears pouring down her cheeks. She’s silently crying while mouthing that she’s sorry. Paige has nothing to be sorry for. As long as they didn’t touch her, I don’t care. I’ll take all the pain in the world because she’s certainly dealt with more than enough of that in her life so far. In seconds, the blackness consumes me and I fade into nothing. The only thing I see is Kevlar. His smiling face looking over me as my heart shatters once again.
Chapter Seven
Kevlar
BEEPING. LOUD FUCKING beeping is all I hear as I slowly start to wake up. I try to reach out so I can shut my alarm off. An alarm I don’t remember setting or ever sounding like this. I usually set my alarm to music. When I try to reach out, my arm doesn’t move. I try to let my eyes fly open like they want to, but it’s as if they’re glued shut. I slowly try again and again to open them. I’m not sure how long it takes, but they finally open and I turn my head to the side. Pain instantly fills me from the small movement. I’m in a hospital. My eyes dart around the room as I try to see if I can figure out what happened to me.
It takes a long time, but I finally remember everything. Leaving the clubhouse, Lyric telling me she loves me, and then leaving her behind. I remember getting on the highway and noticing a truck as they came after me. We weaved our way in and out of traffic and then I remember slowing down so if they eventually hit me, I wouldn’t be killed instantly. Right now, I am most certainly not dead. The pain filling every inch of my body lets me know how alive I am. However, there’s something missing. My eyes dart around the room again and I find my brother Hawkeye sleeping in a chair next to my bed. There’s another form on the couch on the opposite wall and closer to the window. My dad is by the door with his head hanging down and his eyes closed. He’s not sleeping, that I know for sure.
“Dad,” I whisper, sharp pains filling my throat as it feels like I’ve gargled and swallowed broken glass.
His head snaps up at the same time my brother wakes up. Hawkeye almost tips back in his chair as he pushes up straight and looks me over. He looks like shit. My dad is by my bed in an instant. For a large man, he can move faster than anyone ever gives him credit for. It’s what’s saved his ass countless times over the years. Every single opponent he’s ever come up against, has underestimated him and paid the price for their stupidity.
“Son, how are you feelin’?” my dad asks as the lump on the couch moves and I’m now seeing my mom jump up from the couch to make her way over to us.
My mom cries over my bed but doesn’t reach out to wrap me in a hug as she normally would. I know if she refuses to even touch me that I’m in bad shape.
“My baby boy. We’ve been so worried about you,” she cries, tears rolling down her face and landing on the blankets covering my body.
