“What’s that?” Brielle asks.
“That Brake and I are Louis Pelletier’s sons by blood,” Tyres sneers.
“What?” my woman murmurs so quietly I barely hear her.
Glancing at her, I realize she’d gone pale at this news.
“Baby, here sit down,” I mutter gently as I guide her to one of the chairs in front of Chains’ desk.
Once seated, I keep my hand firmly on her shoulder. What is it about this woman that draws me to her the way it does?
“Umm, how? Does Titus know this? Is that why he . . . he said he’d be back? That if I ran h–he would sell Micah and Marcus to some guy named Delancy.” At this my hand tightens as I meet my nephew’s gazes. A fire I only rarely see now burns in Chains eyes same as my other nephews.
“This the same Delancy who Parker worked for?” Whip asks. Of course, he’d know about Parker considering Victoria’s ol’ man is his VP.
“Yeah,” Breaker grunts.
“Fucker needs a bullet in his head,” Whip grumbles.
“Let’s get back to task. Brielle, start at the beginning,” Chains orders.
Sighing, Brielle reaches a hand up and runs her fingers through her hair. “When I was seventeen, I went to a party with my best friend Fawn. We didn’t know until after we got there what type of party it was. Drugs and alcohol flowed freely, granted I didn’t partake in any of the drugs, I’d had a couple of beers that night. Titus came up and introduced himself to me and I instantly fell into his trap. Nine months after that I had Micah and Marcus. Since then my life has been pure hell. I tried more than a dozen times to escape Titus’ hold on me but every time he’d find me and the boys and make me pay. Thankfully he never touched them; however, me, I was fair game for him to beat, hurt and what not. To him I was his possession and he wasn’t giving up his toys.
“This last time when I’d escaped Fawn talked to her cousin Ice, he and his club the Toxic Warriors MC helped me. Titus didn’t find me for over a year and a half. I thought I would finally be able to put the boys in school. Be around other kids their age without having to worry so much. Thought we were safe, I was wrong. So very wrong.
“Titus showed up at my door, beating it down, I wanted to escape through the back door, but I didn’t know if any of the other Péché Mortel were with him.”
“Péché Mortel?” Whip asks, interrupting Brielle.
“Deadly Sinners,” Brielle answers.
“I know that, but who the fuck are they?
“It’s the name of their group the Pelletier’s are head of,” Tyres states.
“And the Pelletier’s are what exactly?” Venom asks.
Leaning heavily on his desk, Chains shakes his head, “The Pelletier’s not only run flesh, they have designed their own drug that is similar to Heroin. Yet deadlier than heroin and coke combined.”
“Fuckin’ hell, Mini did you know any of this shit,” Whip asks, his focus on Brielle.
“No. I knew they weren’t doing anything legal considering they had the majority of the police department in their pocket and pretty much own half the town Louis presides in,” Brielle states her gaze not meeting anyone in the room.
Lifting my gaze up to meet Chains, I know he’s wondering if she’s hiding anything. Something about the way she said this doesn’t sit right. Did they have her doing something she doesn’t want to admit?
“Mini, known you all your life. Love you but you’re not tellin’ us something. Need you to tell us everything,” Whip says calling my woman out before I have the chance to. Moving my gaze back to Brielle, I notice her face pale as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
Damn any other time that bottom lip shit would be hot but right now, nope.
Sighing, Brielle closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I have a way with computers, Titus found this out and Louis wanted to use me. Louis and his brother, Henry, they order Titus to keep me under lock and key. So, he did. It’s why he uses my boys as leverage to keep me in check. Because I will die protecting Marcus and Micah.”
“What do you mean you have a way with computers?” Breaker asks.
“Anything you name it I can do it, hack into accounts, move money without being detected, pretty much because I can read codes and write them. I can make a hidden door into just about anywhere on the internet,” she murmurs.
“Holy shit,” Brake mutters.
“They used you to do what exactly?” Tyres demands.
“I was the one who ran the auction sites that they used for their sales of flesh, laundered the money into the different accounts, found the information Louis demanded on certain people.” I want nothing more than to take Brielle in my arms right now, hearing the pain seep through her voice as she speaks. She didn’t want to do any of those things.
“What sight did you run exactly?” This time it was Cane to speak up.
“The last auction I put up for them was a mixture with another group. When I’d seen the list and images, they’d given me, I nearly threw up right then and there in front of them. They had a baby girl no older than 3 or four months.” Brielle’s body begins to quake as she goes on to talk. “I didn’t want anything to happen to her and knew she had to have parents looking for her. She was beautiful so I left a slight backdoor open for someone who would be looking for one to find. They did and I don’t know if the little girl is with her parents or not, but I know they looked into it afterward and found I’d left an opening. That was the last time I was punished before Ice
