Page 8 of Tico

I stare after her, flabbergasted. At the same time, I wonder what the fuck happened, because something sure as shit has her scared. However, I know that if I push her before she’s ready, she’ll just clam up and then I’ll never figure out what’s going on.

Knowing from past behavior that she’ll stay quiet while Dad’s home, and that she apparently isn’t ready to talk, I decide to clean a bit. I hate living in a pigsty and since I have the day off, I might as well clean.

An hour later, I shut off the vacuum but then freeze when I hear a shuffling noise and then a whimper.

Pyper’s whimper.

Quickly but quietly, I creep down the hallway and find the door to Dad’s room wide open and empty. Dread creeps through my veins. I know Rochelle left this morning to head to the compound, but the fact that Dad isn’t in his room… Fuck.

Walking further down the hall, I find our door slightly ajar.

“You need to learn to do as your master says. You will unlearn everything my bitch of a daughter put in your head. You are not free. You will never be free. I made you so I own you and youwilldo as I say.”

A smack rings through the air and Pyper cries out. I shove the door open and for a second, I freeze as I stare in disgust and horror at the sight in front of me.

Dad is holding Pyper’s arms above her head with one hand and with the other, he’s holding down her shoulder on our bed. Scooter is straddling her waist and his hands have already undone his belt buckle, leaving no question as to what was about to happen next. My gaze snaps back to Pyper and my vision threatens to turn red when I spot a bruise already forming on her cheek. I want to let my rage take over but I need to be smart about this. Both of them are most likely armed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I seethe.

Pyper’s, scared, wide eyes look up at me in panic, tears streaming down her cheeks. She’s trying to get out of Dad’s grasp while also trying to buck Scooter off her.

Grabbing a fistful of Scooter’s hair, I pull him off Pyper.

“You fucking cunt, let go of me!” he yells at me as he tries to get out of my grasp. He sways slightly and I realize the asshole is fucking drunk.

Yanking hard on his hair, I pull his head back as I squeeze his throat with my other hand. “We had an agreement you fucking asshole. So long as I fought for you, you kept your slimy hands off me and my sister.”

Dad’s wheezing chuckle has me glancing over at him to see he’s pulled Pyper up and is holding her in front of him. “You’re just a woman. Why would we ever keep an agreement we made with you? We were just bidding our time until little Pyper here, grew up. I made you both, so I can do whatever the fuck I want with both of you,” he sneers. “You both are going to make me a mint and after your temporary owner has had his fun, I’ll earn back my patches and ranking by giving you to Prez here.”

I narrow my eyes at him. He used to be a ranked officer back when Snare was the President. I don’t know what he did, but he did something to piss off Snare and was stripped of his title. From what I heard, he was lucky he wasn’t kicked out or killed as well. Back then, the club didn’t deal with skin. Once Scooter took over, that was the first project he undertook, getting the club mixed in selling women, girls, hell, sometimes even men and boys.

I should have known I couldn’t trust them to keep their word. I won’t allow either of us to be sold and I sure as fuck won’t be Scooter’s little fuck toy either. I’ve seen the shit he does to the other women and that willnothappen to me. Or Pyper.

My gaze lowers to Pyper’s scared one as she trembles in Dad’s hands. I give her a slight nod, trying to silently tell her it will be okay while also hoping she remembers what to do next. She’s never had to fight, but I did teach her some basics including how to get out of some holds. She takes a steadying breath and returns the nod.

Good.

She remembers.

I squeeze Scooter’s neck a bit harder. “Well, you two assholes just fucked up royally, because if you think we’re just going to let you do as you please with us, you picked the wrong women to fuck with.”

Scooter wheezes as I squeeze his throat harder before kicking the back of his legs. He falls to his knees, gasping for air. Dad doubles over from the elbow Pyper slams into his stomach and rips his hands off her. I land a punch to Scooter’s temple before turning and slamming Dad’s face into my knee, relishing in the crunch of bone that reaches my ears. I grab Pyper and pull her behind me. Only then do I let my rage take over and I beat the ever-loving shit out of them until both of their bodies fall limply to the floor. They’re still breathing, but they’ll be in a world of pain once they regain consciousness.

With both of them out, I whirl around on Pyper, my hands running up and down her body, reassuring myself that she’s not hurt.

“I’m okay, Em,” she whispers, but I hear the crack in her voice.

I cup her cheeks and rest my forehead against hers as I try to calm my racing heart.

She’s alive.

She’s safe.

And I can help her work through this and whatever else they fucking did to her.

“Get your go bag and anything else you need. We need to get out of here,” I tell her and she shakily nods her head.

I hate that I can’t pull her into my arms and soothe her, but we have to get out of here ASAP. As soon as these assholes wake up and get themselves patched up, they’ll be coming after us.