UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,8
my thumb as a child. No, Leighton, you did not indeed, dodge a bullet, as you say. You’ve passed over one of the Devil’s henchmen for the Devil himself.”
“Oh, are you into incest now?” I ask.
My father’s face immediately turns red. His fist tightens at his side and I expect him to close the distance between us and hit me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a deep inhale, then lets it out slowly.
“An associate of mine purchased you. The price was steeper than I would have paid for something like you, but he’s been interested in you since you were a girl. He wants to own you, dear daughter,” he explains slowly. “You’ll be married in a month, it will be a big affair, it will also be your last moments of freedom.”
“So, what? Being this rich old man’s wife is going to be a prison?” I ask.
Sounds like as long as I pet the old man’s dick, I can maybe breathe a little. It doesn’t sound like fun, but it’s better than being used by Leopold and all his bastard assed friends. My father throws back his head with a deep laugh.
“You’ll be caged, Leighton. You will never see the light of day again. Enjoy looking out that window, I have it on good authority your new husband keeps his toys in his basement.”
“If I’m his wife, will I be a toy?” I ask, arching a brow.
My father is pissed I ran off for five years. He’s doing a bad job of hiding his anger and frustration. He also thinks for some reason that if he scares the absolute shit out of me, I won’t talk back. He doesn’t know who I am anymore and if he thinks that I’ll even be here in a month’s time, he doesn’t know me at all and never did.
“You’re too much like your mother. I forget that sometimes. The fire and spirit that she had. The defiance. It’s what got her killed, you know that, right?”
“You mean it’s why you killed her?” I ask.
He leans forward, his perfectly perfect white teeth on display as he smiles at me. “I didn’t kill her, Leighton. She was my wife,” he rasps.
“But you know who did,” I state.
I don’t remember my mother. I don’t even remember what she looked like. My father doesn’t talk about her, he doesn’t have any pictures around and as far as I know, she’s just some ghost from the past. I don’t even know her name.
“Doesn’t matter,” he says with a shrug of his shoulder. “Your new husband will marry you, because that is what I demanded. My demands do not require him to treat you any better than he treats his other acquisitions.”
“And how is that?” I ask, trying to hide the shakiness of my voice.
He laughs softly. “Like an animal, Leighton. By the time he is finished with you, you won’t even know your own name anymore. I’ll see you again, when your transformation is complete. I require him to keep you alive for a while, more for my own entertainment than anything else.”
I watch as he turns around and walks out of the room. The door locks into place, and only then do I let a single tear fall from my eye. My father isn’t trying to scare me, the truth is far too terrifying to need to lie.
MOUNTAIN
It’s time.
We’re all parked a few blocks away from the entrance into Premiere Valley, knowing that if we drive anywhere into the actual township, park and wait for orders, we’ll be watched, noted, and marked as suspicious.
Standing next to Dragon, I’m surprised that he’s decided to come on this trip, but I don’t ask him why. He’s made it clear that he needs to be here for whatever reason and that’s enough for me.
We’re in a blacked-out van, the license plate is fake as fuck, the windows blacked out, everything is in place and we’re loaded with whatever we need to finish this job properly. The house is going to explode, whoever is inside will die, especially Tom Richardson.
“We got the okay. He’s shutting shit off in five minutes,” Dragon announces.
There are only three of us on this mission. Me, Dragon, and Silver. We’ve been thicker than pigs in shit for years, we grew up prospecting together, and these are the men I trust with my life, every single part of it.
Dragon starts the van, shifts it into drive and heads into Premiere Valley. The van is silent,