This was revenge.
Something we’ve all been thirsting for since the day I met each of them.
“So what’s the plan?” Halo asks, frowning more than usual.
He’s pissed. They’re all pissed. We delivered Genworth’s prized possession right to him. Fucker probably laughed his goddamn face off. She’s been back home with her daddy for two months, living the pampered life, all while he celebrates at having pulled a fast one on us. It explains why he seemed afraid to see me and then surprised when I handed her back. He also must think that with an army of security guys and cameras galore, he’s safe.
He will never be safe.
I’m coming.
But not for him. Not yet. Not until I make him suffer. Make him feel one fraction of how I felt all those years ago.
“We’re going to take his daughter,” I grind out, crossing my arms over my chest.
Copper scowls because he fucking knows me.
The rest of the guys think I’m some goddamn hero.
“She’s safer with us,” Bermuda agrees, nodding.
Dragon snorts, popping him in the back of the head hard enough to send his ball cap flying. “Not to rescue, dumbass.”
Copper’s jaw clenches and I can hear his teeth grinding together. “What are your plans exactly with PG?”
“Her name is Nicolette Hadley Genworth. Not PG. Not Pageant Girl. Not Hadley. Not sweetheart or angel. She is a tool,” I growl out. “A tool we’ll use to poke and cut and stab at Genworth until he’s been wrought of every single drop of who he is.”
Dragon’s green eyes glitter with violence—the only one of my men who doesn’t need to be told twice.
The rest need convincing.
“I watched Putnam rape my daughter. My little fucking girl.” My voice cracks. “She begged for me to save her. I was helpless.”
Halo frowns and Bermuda pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Everything I have ever done in this life is to get to this point. To seek justice on the ones who stole from me. Putnam and Genworth are the ones responsible. There will be casualties along the way.” I meet each of their stares with a hard one. “If you want out, rip your patch off now and go. I thought we were brothers.”
No one moves.
“We’re one-percenters. Fucking outlaws. We’re not the heroes in anyone’s goddamn stories. Understand?”
Everyone nods, even Copper.
“This is justice and it will be served.”
More nods.
“We’re going to get her and I’m going to tell you how.”
I’m met with no more resistance. As it should be.
We’re brothers.
Until the end.
Even if it’s a fucking terrible journey.
Hadley
Magna has come by three times this week. Each time, more brutal than the last. He doesn’t seem to care that I completely go blank while he uses my body. To any sane person, it’s rape, but to me, I’m not present for it. If I escape in my head, it didn’t happen.
Nope.
I didn’t have my dead boyfriend’s father inside me. Three times. Did not happen.
It’s funny how easily I can convince myself. In the darkness of my room, I can almost pretend I’m somewhere else. Somewhere warm and safe. Like Koyn’s bed. In his arms.
A happy sigh escapes me.
There are worse men out there than Koyn.
Like my father.
My father, who apparently didn’t think fucking his daughter was enough sin for this lifetime, negotiated my pussy to the highest bidder.
I shudder violently, ignoring the crusted cum still on my thighs. At least with good ol’ Daddy, he uses a condom. Magna is probably infecting me with God knows how many diseases.
The hot shower seems so far away. I want to crawl over to it, but I’m too tired. Sick to my stomach. Broken in the mind. Depression eats me from the inside out. No matter what food they bring me, I turn my nose up to all of it.
I just want to die.
A hot tear leaks from my eye, but I don’t have the energy to swipe it away.
Click.
No.
Magna was just here.
Right?
Or was that yesterday? Hours ago? Minutes ago?
My mind spins as I try to remember.
“Is it still a fairy tale if the dragon comes for the princess instead of a prince?” a cold, evil voice growls, making my hairs stand on end.
“Dragon?”
Fingertips slide up my bare spine. A shiver trembles through me. His hand strokes my hair before gripping me hard and pulling the roots. I stifle a cry.
“Seems you got yourself nice and punished,” Dragon observes. “Daddy took away all your shiny toys.”
“Koyn,” I croak out. “Please.”
“Don’t worry,” he croons in a deceptively calm and soothing voice. “I’ll take you right to him.” He wraps the sheet around me and scoops me up with surprising gentleness. “Let me out,” he barks out through the door.
Someone opens it and Dragon steps through.
“What the fuck?” Payne growls. “She’s a mess.”
“Most princesses are when they’re in their tower,” Dragon explains like he knows me. “To their loyal subjects, they’re perfect. We know better, though. PG is far from perfect.”
I squint against the harsh light and burrow my face into his shoulder. I don’t care what sort of cruel shit he spouts so long as he takes me to Koyn. Away from Magna. Away from my father. Safe.
We descend the stairs quickly and Dragon stops outside of my father’s office. For a brief moment, a whine crawls up my throat as I fear he’s going to hand me back over to my dad. Instead, he makes a clucking of his tongue.
The tapping sounds I’d heard when I first arrived go silent. I crack open my eyes and peek over at the men in the room.
Not Daddy.
Thank God.
Koyn sits in Daddy’s chair like he owns it, fucking around on his computer while Bermuda stands behind him. I’m used to Koyn’s hard stares, but I’m not used to Bermuda’s indifference. He always smiles for me or looks as though he feels sorry for me.
Not this.
Not such cold emptiness.
Something’s wrong.
I start to wriggle in Dragon’s hold, but he’s too strong. He grips me tighter. Koyn barks out a bunch of quick, harsh commands that I’m too delirious to try and interpret. All I know is it has Dragon hurrying me out of my house and into the freezing January air. He carries me over to Copper’s truck. Copper hops out of the front seat and walks around to the rear passenger side door. He opens it and Dragon deposits me on the seat.
“Stay,” Dragon warns before closing the door.
I pull the sheet tighter around me and dart my eyes out the window. Sleet hits the windshield. Glancing around, I see several vehicles I don’t recognize. They didn’t bring their bikes here.
The heat blasts from the vents and I’m thankful for the warmth. I’m not sure when I ate last, and I’m feeling sick because of it. Bile rises up inside my throat. A wave of dizziness washes over me. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and breathe through the moment of illness.
I just want to sleep.
I want to wake up to Stormy’s voice or Gibson singing. I want this whole return to my father to have been a horrible nightmare.