Grabbing my purse from the passenger seat, I pull the keys from the ignition and open my car door. Stepping out, I place my phone in the pocket of my jeans I’d changed into at the clinic. I don’t like staying in my scrubs when coming home after being around sick patients all day. Not when both Bethany and Alexis have newborns in the house. Plus, I don’t want to take the chance of Huntson getting sick either.
Making my way into the house, I immediately sense something’s not right. Placing my purse on one of the hooks, next to the door, I walk further into the house and come to a stop right in the doorway to the living room.
Oh my God.
No this can’t be happening.
My father, Lawrence Richmond, is standing with a gun pressed to Mackenzie’s temple as she kneels on the floor in front of him glowering at me with an evil glint in his eye. Terry Nelson had Bethany and Alexis by their hair as they sat tied to kitchen chairs. Both women were bleeding from their lips.
God this is all my fault. Panic seeps further in when I don’t see the babies anywhere in the room. Please don’t let them be hurt. “It’s about time you showed up Annslee Richmond,” my father, Lawrence, cackles, pressing the tip of the gun further into Mackenzie’s temple. “Where’s that bastard you gave birth to?”
“I don’t care where the bastard is, she won’t be seeing him again,” Terry snaps, yanking on Bethany’s and Alexis’ hair causing them to whimper in pain.
“Please stop hurting them,” I beg, tears welling in my eyes.
“You do not speak, whore. I should punish them all in front of you for your transgressions against your family and I,” Terry sneers, curling his lip up in disgust.
“I’ll do whatever you ask, just please leave them alone. They have nothing to do with any of this,” I plead, stepping closer to Terry.
If I can get his attention off of them, he’ll leave Alexis and Bethany alone. “I promise to be good and take my punishments.” Tears well in my eyes as Terry’s nostrils flare in hatred, but in the end, he releases both Alexis and Bethany.
“Fine, let’s go, say goodbye to your friends, you won’t be seeing them ever again,” Terry announces, grabbing hold of my upper arm in a death grip that causes me to cry out in pain.
“We shouldn’t leave any of them here,” Lawrence declares snarkily.
“Normally, we wouldn’t, Lawrence; however, these women are too close with more than one motorcycle club. The only one we need to talk with us right now is Annslee,” Terry snarls in my father’s direction. “Now let’s go.” Tugging me along, Terry drags me behind him.
“Fine,” Lawrence snaps, lifting the gun from Mackenzie’s temple only to bring the butt of the thing down on her head.
As Mackenzie slumps to the floor a scream escapes my mouth and I try to fight Terry’s grip on my arm. This isn’t right. They cannot do this. Hurt the people in my life.
“Quit trying to fight me, Annslee, it’s a moot point in doing so,” Terry sneers.
Tear spilling down my cheeks, I cast one last glance behind me to Bethany and Alexis to find them struggling to get free of their restraints, eyes focused on me.
I’m sorry, I mouth to them, knowing this is the last I’ll ever see them again. I might have escaped the future ahead of me once and live life somewhat. This time I won’t be so lucky, Terry and my dad will kill me before that happens.
“You have angered a lot of people, Annslee,” Lawrence mutters from the front passenger seat as Terry speeds down the highway heading for God knows where.
Pressing my lips together, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything, since being in the car for the past thirty minutes my father has already reached back here and backhanded me several times already for no other reason than he could.
“Lawrence, shut the hell up. We’ll be at the cabin in just a bit,” Terry snaps, accelerating down the road, putting as much distance as he can between the three of us and Hunter.
Closing my eyes, I internally scream in my head asking whoever is looking out for me what did I ever do to deserve all the hurt and pain in this life.
“I hate you all,” I murmur loud enough for them to hear me.
“Feeling’s mutual,” Lawrence cackles demonically. “Now how about you take a nap until we get where we’re going.” Leaning back through the seats, my dad grabs hold of my arm and presses a syringe into my skin shooting something into my body without bothering to find the vein.
My vision becomes blurred and I feel myself slumping over, my head hitting the seat. The last thing I see is my father glaring down on me.
Chapter Twelve
Hunter
Stepping into the house, I heard the whimpering cries before I saw them, and my stomach tightened. All three of my brothers step into the house directly behind me.
“Something’s not right here,” Tanner mutters as he bypasses me, rushing down the hallway toward the living room. The three of us on his heels. “Oh shit,” he snarls as he rounds the corner.
Scanning the room as I take in the women, Lex darts over to Mackenzie who was slumped on the floor unconscious, Tanner and Chaz untie their women from the chairs they were in.
“What the fuck happened?” Chaz demands, running his hands up and down his woman’s arms. “Where’s Jason?”
“I need to get to my babies,” Alexis sobs and runs through the room toward her and Tanner’s section of the house.
“Jason is sleeping still. Monitor is sitting on the table,” Bethany mutters to Chaz but her gaze locks on me. “I’m sorry,
