I snort and the words spew out of me before I can stop them. “Which facility are you sending me to this time, Father?”
TWENTY-ONE
DRAVEN
What the fuck?
When I see Robert clench his fists at his side, I tense in anticipation, ready to snap his fucking neck if he tries to come at her. I had no idea that he was punishing her by sending her away to his facilities whenever she would piss him off. We had files on her and sometimes she would disappear for months at a time, we just thought she was off partying but turns out, she was a prisoner just like us.
“We will discuss your punishment at home,” he grits out through clenched teeth. She deflates in my hold and I fucking hate that this bastard can make her feel meek and small. I fucking hated lying to her but it was the only way for us to get to this point.
When we formulated this plan months ago, none of us bargained on feeling anything for her. We expected her to be like her father and care for nothing and no one but herself and her money. We were wrong and now in order to save her we have to break her.
Before Karley can reply, Vaughn lifts his mask. Robert’s eyes widen at the sight of him. Carter and I follow his lead.
“You!” he hisses.
“Yeah,me,motherfucker,” Vaughn says in a tone so fucking cold I shiver.
“What the fuck is the meaning of this?” Robert snaps. “You all work for me!”
“I worked for you until you had me thrown in here because I saw you rape that girl.” My admission has Karley sucking in a sharp inhale.
“She came to me for guidance, I tried to help her but then you had me thrown in here as well,” Carter adds, drawing Karley’s gaze to him.
“If I had known what you had done I would have done more. I never knew the truth about Draven or Carter until you threw me in here too,” Vaughn tacks on.
“You raped a girl?” Karley whispers with disbelief thick in her tone.
“The bitch wanted it,” Robert snaps. “She knew what would happen when she worked late. She wore those short skirts and dresses for me.”
“No she fucking didn’t!” I shout then release Karley and step forward. Vaughn and Carter hold me back so I don’t kill this cunt.
Robert rolls his eyes. “What? You knew her or something?” he taunts. The three cunts beside him smile and I begin to see red.
“She was my sister, you cunt.” Karley gasps from behind us but I ignore it as I focus on her father. “She killed herself six months after I was thrown in here. I’m going to make you suffer for the rest of your fucking life.”
Robert’s bravado falters for a second before he blanks his face and adjusts his suit jacket. “Yes, well, this has been enlightening and all but I’m a busy man and will be leaving now.” He tries to take a step forward but Carter's words have him stilling.
“When the time comes for us to make our move, you won’t be ready but be warned, Robert, we will end you and take your heir as our prize. Make no mistake, Karley Le Roux isours.” Robert stalks out of the room with the three cocksuckers following after him. The three of us turn and come face to face with Karley who has tears silently streaming down her face.
“Move!” Robert snaps at her from the doorway, but she doesn’t budge. She looks at us like we are strangers, her emotions are walled off but I can still see the pain in the depths of her green eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” she mutters after a minute, then drops her gaze. Her shoulders hunch and she turns and follows her father. Standing here and letting her walk away from us is one of the hardest fucking things I have ever had to do. None of us utter a word for a long ass time, each of us are too lost in our own thoughts.
My chest is aching. I hate being away from her already.
I’ve never wanted to share a space with anyone but I want her to take up every inch inside me. I want to be inside her, see what makes her tick, make myself at home inside her veins, taste her blood and bathe in that shit so she is all around me. Karley Le Roux has left a hole inside me in her absence and there isn’t a single fucking soul in this world that will be able to fill that void, aside from her.
“Tell me you got that shit?” Carter asks, finally breaking the silence.
“Every fucking word. We have our freedom, now it’s time to take back what he stole from us,” Vaughn answers. I move toward the table and open the file to see our release papers and the deed of Slade Le Roux changed to us. We now own this place.
“I thought I would feel different,” I admit.
“Me too,” Carter adds.
“She will see in time why it had to be this way,” Vaughn says resolutely.
