He screams and tries to push my legs away. “What’s the matter, do you feel uncomfortable? Am I scaring you?” I taunt him, wanting him to feel a small fucking fraction of what his other victim felt.
He nods. “Good, because this is nothing compared to what you did to her. You took her against her will, you took her innocence and scarred her for the rest of her life. But know this, you will die and she will fucking live.” I put my face right in front of his, staring deep into the eyes of a dead man. “Without you in it.”
His pants darken as he pees himself. I step away before he can get it on me. “I am done with this fucker.” I take my gun and shoot him three times in the dick, before planting a bullet in his head.
“Everyone else is around back,” Techy tells us, and a prospect drags the fucker outside, then throws him down into a pit.
Kyle is tossing a lighter up and down in his hand. “Now do we shoot them or burn these fuckers alive? A small taste of what they will be experiencing for eternity.”
I look down into the fucking pit that is fifteen feet deep. They were dumped in there days ago.
“We’re sorry! We didn’t know what was happening,” one of them cries out, but it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.
Kyle stares down at him. “Are you fucking telling me you didn’t know you were raping her or him? Did they beg you to stop?” he demands, and we all shift, angry.
We’re all haunted by what we witnessed, seeing the faces of those girls and boys we rescued. Vinny is one of those faces and that fucking burns me alive. His sisters, his brother…
One of the defiant ones steps forward. “That is the way of our life, so fucking what if they cried and whined? In the end they were jezebels, born to please us. We did what God demanded of us.”
Kyle grins. “Decision made.”
Butcher takes the gasoline can, pouring it all over them and they scream. Kyle flips open his lighter and throws it inside of the pit. Flames fly high into the air.
We don’t watch, we turn around and we walk into the clubhouse for a meeting.
Vinny sits next to me and I reach under the table to touch his leg. Kyle rubs his face. “I am not going to lie. Those girls have fucking haunted me. It made me realize all of the bad shit happening we don’t know about.”
He looks at Vinny. “Brother, that shit that happened to you has hurt all of us. We are fucking family; that shit should never happen.”
He sits forward, resting his elbows on the table.
“I am going to put it to a vote. We have the fucking money. We are all fucking filthy rich, why not put that shit to use? Let’s find these fucking cults and take those fuckers out. For Vinny, Lynn, Etta and those girls. Let’s buy a shit ton of land and give them a true home.”
Well fuck yeah, I’m all about that shit. “You have my vote, brother.” I tell Kyle.
One by one we all agree to it.
Kyle looks at Techy. “You track them down. You need help, let me know and we can hire some fuckers to help you.”
Everything is going to fucking change. We are going to war with a whole bunch of fucking cults.
I can’t wait to fucking take out some pilgrim fuckers.
8
Lani
The guys took the doctor very seriously when it came to me staying in bed and resting. They have barely let me walk without them picking me up and carrying me. They’re worrying too much.
The doctor gave me a clean bill of health a week ago, but Vinny and Trey are still treating me like I’m made of glass. The only good thing that came out of this is the chef/housekeeper/caregiver they hired, and apparently he can help take care of the baby whenever it comes if I need it.
The guys hired him on the spot. He’s here full time, around the clock.
He’s staying at the back of the property in a small cottage that I didn’t know existed until Trey offered it to him.
He’s a godsend.
The guys were put off with him being a guy, but his food is the best I’ve ever tasted and he’s gay, so that fixed their anxieties. Plus he’s so good for the girls. They’re getting spoiled and he helps with Michaela if Lynn needs it.
There’s a knock at the door and Andy walks in, carrying a tray of little sandwiches along with a glass of milk.
“Thank you, Andy. You want share it with me and watch Teen Mom?” I ask him and pat the bed beside me.
He laughs. “You know it, girl,” he says in his sassy voice and piles up in the bed beside me. “Good thing I washed these sheets this morning or I wouldn’t dare touch these sheets crotch muffin.”
I laugh loudly. “Oh god, you are killing me!” I love him. He’s been here a week and is fast becoming one of my best friends.
“I think your doctor is coming by this evening to check on you. That’s what Vinny told me.”
I smile, because even though it gets on my nerves, I love that they’re so thoughtful and they love me. Love makes people crazy, and with them, it’s driving them crazy with worry.
Tonight I’m going to make it my mission to get them to fuck me. Seeing them every day and not touching them is beyond torture.
I hand Andy a sandwich and turn on the TV. He pulls a blanket from the foot of the bed and covers up.
I want to go see the girls. I want to check on them and see how everyone is doing. Lynn and Etta spend their days with them, so I haven’t seen much of them this past week either.
I lean back into the pillows and pull the blanket up under my neck, and my stomach turns. I throw the blanket back, running to the bathroom.
I hear Andy jump out of bed, running after me. I fall to my knees and puke over and over. “Lani, you in here?” Vinny asks, and I look out of the bathroom door.
“What’s wrong, you okay?” Vinny runs to the bathroom and takes the washcloth from Andy, putting it on the back of my neck.
“It’s probably morning sickness.” Andy points out.
Vinny, helps me up off of the floor and sets me on top of the counter. “But it’s evening!”
I smile and grab my toothbrush. “That happens. I think some women get sick at all times of the day.”
Trey walks into the bathroom and takes in the scene. “You okay, baby?” Trey takes my toothbrush from me, then brushes my teeth for me.
Vinny rubs my back, and both of them stare at me so intently, like they expect me to break any minute. “Oh yeah, the doctor will be here later. We can ask her to be sure.”
I spit into the sink. Trey picks me up and carries me back to bed. “Hey, Andy, can you bring her some Gatorade or something?” Vinny yells.
“Be right up!”
Trey pulls me into his side and hugs me. “I don’t like seeing you sick.” He kisses my forehead and I shiver, chilled.
“Vinny, she’s cold. Hand me the blanket, would you?” Trey asks Vinny. He climbs up on the other side of me and wraps me up like I’m in a cocoon.
“Call her and tell her to come on over. I want to make sure it’s really just morning sickness.” Trey rubs my back soothingly, and I close my eyes, before I get the urge to throw up again.
“Puke.” I cover my mouth and Trey scoots me up, carrying me into the bathroom. He sits down on the ground, with me in his lap.