Horse has other ideas and pulls me in for a hug. “You all have been around for a long fuckin’ time. It’s time you all officially became one with the family. And just so you know, Kenny and Izzy sewed those patches on themselves.”
Fuck that means a lot to know Kenny and Izzy did that for us.
Kenny was one of the main people who helped get our name out in the beginning. Not only in giving us gigs but in helping guide us in the direction we’ve been taking since then. It’s one reason we don’t charge for when she books us at Outlaw Racks. We owe a lot of our success to her as well as the man who taught us everything we know about music.
“Got her,” Gadget announces breaking through my thoughts as he rushes forward, Dragon right on his heels. As twins you rarely find those two separated. “Either Annslee was fuckin’ smart and hid her phone on her or the fuckers were stupid enough to not make sure she didn’t have anything in her pockets. Right now they’re heading west, I’ve sent everyone the link for tracking her phone. Long as it’s still moving, I’m betting that’s where she is.”
“Then let’s roll,” Twister commands, moving toward the doors. “I want a prospect in a cage following just in case.”
Silently, I nod my head and follow him out to the bikes. I make my way along with my brothers, all of them, to my own bike.
Glancing from side to side, I find Chaz, Tanner, and Lex straddling theirs as well.
“We’ll bring her home,” Chaz mutters, holding his fist out. Bumping mine against his, I nod in agreement.
Backing out of my spot, I shoot a prayer to the sky hoping someone will listen to me for once and protect Annslee until I can get to her.
Chapter Thirteen
Annslee
“Time to wake up.” Pain radiates through my head as Terry sneers, his fingers wrapping through my locks as he yanks me out of the back seat by my hair.
I cry out, lifting my hands to grab his in order to get him to release his hold on me. My eyes widen, tears fill my eyes and I’m barely able to take in my surroundings.
“Knock it off woman,” Terry snaps, using his free hand to backhand me across my cheek.
“What do you want to do with her first?” My father asks from somewhere close by.
“I intend to show her the error of her ways then drown the sins from her body.” The blood in my veins turns to ice at the near mention of what Terry just stated. Drown the sins from my body.
Oh. My. God.
He’s not taking me back home and punishing me that way. No, he’s doing something far more permanent than anything else he could do. Terry’s going to kill me.
With this knowledge, I begin to fight with everything I have, didn’t matter it was a moot point. I wasn’t going to be killed by this man without putting up a fight.
“Let me go,” I screech, struggling to get Terry to release me.
“Shut the fuck up,” Terry snickers, his hand coming up to grip my chin making me look up at him. “You must suffer for your antics. If you take what I do, then I might be kind enough to revive you.”
Yeah right. I can see it in his eyes. Terry has no intention of allowing me to live.
“Well, let’s get this over with, I have a wife ready to service me,” Lawrence quips.
“Your wife will be doing more than servicing you, Lawrence.” I think I’m going to be sick at what that might mean. My mother is a tiny woman, but weak meaning she will do whatever my father or Terry told her to.
“Fine by me.” How can my father be okay with my mother doing anything with another man?
Terry releases his grasp on my hair shoving me roughly to the ground. Turning to sit on my butt, my arms behind me as I scoot backward, my gaze locks with Terry’s malicious grin. “You cost me a lot of money, time, and effort I could have used for other things. I bought you and you belonged to me. Who do you think you are to think you have a mind to do anything without my permission?” he snaps.
“I’m my own person,” I murmur.
“You’re nothing but a weak bitch. That is what all women are. You’re meant for breeding my sons. Give me the army we all needed for us to rise above and take back what belongs to us,” Terry sneers.
Army?
For what?
We live in a free country.
My eyes widen when Terry kneels in front of me. “Your first punishment will be given by your father,” he declares and right then I wish it were at his hand I’d receive any punishment, even if it would be worse. “Now get on your knees and remove your shirt,” he commands.
When I don’t move on command, my father moves in and kicks me in the side causing me to cry out in pain. “Get to your fuckin’ knees and remove your shirt like you were told,” he snarls.
Struggling through the pain of his kick to my side knowing he’d hit my rib cage; I sit on my knees and remove my shirt with shaking hands.
“Look at you, you’re fuckin’ disgusting with stretchmarks from birthing that bastard,” Terry scoffs.
My father doesn’t say anything. No that wasn’t his style when it came to my punishments. He preferred to just do what he felt like.
“I brought you something I know you’ll remember all too well.” This is the only thing my father states moving around my shaking form, dropping a sack directly next to me.
At the sight of that sack, I knew what he had in mind. Kneeling in front of me,
