Kenyon holds me to him for a long time and I realize after this, I do need to tell him. Whether he looks at me differently or not after will be up to him.
“He used to restrain me when he wanted to be mean to me,” I whisper, feeling Kenyon stiffen at my admission.
“Who, Enya?” he asks calmly, but I can feel the tension in his body.
“My stepfather. He would threaten me with going and hurting my sister if I didn’t do as he said, when he said it, and how he said it. To protect Ensley, I allowed him to defile my body until one night I overheard him telling someone that they were welcome to join him in his plans for the evening at our house. I packed up my sister, and we ran. She didn’t understand and wanted to go back home. I begged her and that’s when it started. I paid her to stay away from going home.”
Letting out a shuddered breath, I sink deeper into Kenyon.
“No more, mo aingeal, never again do you give that bitch money. She’s old enough to make her own decisions. Ensley has abused you enough, and now that you’re mine, I won’t have her hurting you anymore. And not tonight because you’ve already been through enough but I’ll be finding out the name of that motherfucker. He won’t get away with what he’s done to you.” The sense of my body and mind being freed of a weight so big it’s been suffocating me for years seems to lift off my shoulders with Kenyon’s words.
Unable to form words, I nod in agreement, suddenly far more tired than I’ve ever been. Kenyon rotates us on the bed, pulls the covers over us, and holds me tight to him.
“Codladh go síochánta, mo aingeal lómhar,” he murmurs.
I don’t know what he means by this, but I find it beautiful nonetheless and ask him. “What does that mean?”
Kenyon presses a kiss to the top of my head and runs a hand along my spine. “It means sleep peacefully, my precious angel.”
Smiling into his chest, I curl deeper into him and do simply that.
Chapter 10
Kenyon
Through the night, I didn’t sleep after what happened with Enya. Instead, I held her to me the entire night, making sure to keep any nightmares at bay.
When I’d cuffed her wrists in the straps, I didn’t think it would affect her in such a negative way. She’d allowed me to hold her down before while I pounded her into the bed. Shit, at one point that first night I’d taken her, I remember her letting me press my hand against her throat and hold her down that way.
Raging fury on her behalf fills me as I want nothing more than to find that motherfucker right now and cut his fuckin’ dick off his spineless body. Those who would defile a young girl piss me off. And what she’s been through is far too close to home for me. My own mom dealt with being raped by a man who got her pregnant with me.
I know my mom loves me and doesn’t regret keeping me when she could have ended her pregnancy with me or even put me up for adoption. Still, I get I’m also a reminder of what she went through.
Worst of all, I know who my father is and I’m waiting for the time to come to end him on her behalf. He’s a sick asshole and needs to be put down like the dog he is.
Shifting my thoughts back away from the man who will die by my hands when I find him, I think about how Enya wanted to protect her sister, and yet that bitch extorted her to get money.Drained her dry. That’s why Lillian got pissed the way she did.
I’m glad Enya has friends like Lillian and Zoe.
Glancing at the clock, I think of all the shit I’ll have to do throughout the day. I make a mental note to find time around lunch to take Enya out. Unlike Dean and Mitch, where they’d had contracted marriages to both Bridget and Alison and lucked out, I get to take the time before marrying my woman.
Another thought pops into my head, causing me to wonder, why didn’t Enya’s father protect her? If anything were to happen to Ryland, I’d do everything in my power to protect him from being hurt. Why didn’t he? Where is he?
My phone starts ringing from where it sits on the nightstand, gaining my attention. This early in the morning something has to be going on. I lift the phone into my hands and stare at the screen to see it’s Chance calling.
I immediately answer. He’d been working last night on something important to all of us. “You good?” I ask.
“Yeah, Ken, but you’re gonna wanna get here. I’ve found Kean and Jewel, at an old cottage looking place out by the creek about ten miles down the road from the Sinner’s . . .” Shots ring loud in my ear, and all I hear is Chance’s grunts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Slipping out from under Enya’s body, I quickly get dressed and wake her up.
“Enya, I need you to look after Ry for me. Gotta get somewhere,” I state quickly, getting a frown from her, but that doesn’t stop her from nodding.
“Yeah, I’ll watch him. When Lillian comes in, I’ll get her to take me to the bookstore,” she murmurs sleepily but alert at the same time.
“Alright, aingeal, thank you. I’ll see you later on. If not before the store closes, then here. I want you here again tonight,” I declare, leaning in to give her a quick kiss and head for the door with my phone in hand.
I dial Mitch, Marc, and Dean’s numbers making it a conference call. “This better be an emergency,” Dean says first, followed by grunts of agreement from both other men.
“Chance called said he found Kean and Jewel. I’m heading for the location
