Royally Broken by Elle Boon Page 0,68

sold him to one of his so-called brothers?

The gun came back around, aiming for Keys head this time. “We train them to be proper Littles for their Daddies. They come to us willingly and are more than happy to be with us,” he argued.

“What about the girls? What do you do with them?”

“As Littles we need to learn how to be Daddy’s too. That’s what the girls are for of course. Everyone understands their purpose in our society, Silas. It’s you outsiders who make it perverse.” He shrugged.

“If that were true then you wouldn’t have faked your own death, you sick fucking prick. Let me ask you something since you’re being so honest and shit. Palmer’s granddaddy, is he a Daddy to a Little, too?” It would break her heart if he was.

Thomas tossed his head back, laughing. “He was my Daddy, asshole. That’s what happens. We Little’s grow up and our Daddy’s make sure we’re taken care of for the rest of our lives, if we’re good.”

Bile and rage were fueling him as he saw the moment Thomas Kincaid decided he was done talking. But what about the young girls Palmer had seen. What did they do to them? Keys calculated the other man’s movements in his mind, reacting accordingly. Before the finger could squeeze the trigger, Keys arm had already moved, flinging the knife toward Thomas, the blade hitting dead center in the forehead. The boom of the gun had birds squawking, leaves falling as they flew into the air.

Keys fell to the ground, the burn on his left arm barely registered. He’d been shot, several times in the past. He marginalized the pain, filed it into a box in the back of his mind. Palmer and Hoss were still in danger. Her grandfather and god knew who else in this corrupt fucking town could have them. He rolled to his feet, kicking the gun away from the body.

He had his phone out as he sprinted away.

King answered on the first ring. “Talk to me?”

In as few words as he had to, Keys explained what went down in the woods as he ran for the B&B.

“Holy fuck, brother. Her grandfather fucking gave her to the man he’d been raping and training as his for however long? That’s fucked up. Do you think her grandmother knows?” King didn’t use the affectionate term, which was speaking volumes. They’d take both out without blinking if found guilty.

They were judge, jury, and executioners for those who couldn’t do it for themselves, like the young, the weak, and those who were no longer here to defend themselves. They were considered outlaws by most law-abiding citizens standards, which was fine. However, what they did, what others didn’t know was they did what the law wouldn’t or couldn’t do in a timely manner. Yeah, they might fuck a lot of shit up when they did it, mainly the pieces of shit like Thomas Kincaid, but they got the job done and saved a lot of lives. Their way might not be by the book. Hell, they made their own rules. They took the ill-gotten gains and filled their coffers with it after making sure the fuckers didn’t live to tell a soul. Red tape didn’t mean a damn thing to them or those who had a loved one who’d been kidnapped. Keys would make sure Palmer and Jaxson would never have to look over their shoulder, and worry someone was gonna come after them, ever.

“I don’t know. I mean to find out. No mercy, King. They planned to murder her and Jaxson,” he snarled. His life didn’t mean shit.

“Understood. Oh, Dragon’s got your girl. Better hurry or you might be killing a Bastard and I’m pretty sure Koyn would be pissed and the crazy shit Katana would cry like a bitch. We ain’t got time for that.”

Keys looked at the silent phone ready to chuck the damn thing. “I’m gonna teach all you fuckers about saying bye,” he muttered.

He broke through the tree line, skidding to a stop at the sight that met his eyes. Surely, he wasn’t seeing Dragon holding his boy while his sweet little Palmer repeatedly kicked a man on the ground. Mind you, she had sneakers on, but still, the man was howling in pain. God, he knew he loved her, but seeing her be so damn ruthless had his dick hardening.

Slowing to a walk, he started whistling. Dragon looked up and waved. Crazy fucker was holding his kid. He looked