“Please. I know who they are, but you have to help,” she pleaded gazing at Tory, knowing that this was a lot to take.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she whispered.
Tory leaned forward, lifting his hand, he slid it around her neck, pulling her in till her forehead was resting against his.
“You don’t ever have to ask. If you need us, little sis, then no question we will be there.”
She lost it then, the stress of everything, and sobbed. Tory kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm around her. Looking over her head he looked to Ben.
“Make the call.”
***
In less than two hours Tory had managed to round up more men than she had ever seen in one place before. She was sitting in a chair watching as her brothers worked with no less than thirty men around them.
These weren’t normal men either.
They were rough and dangerous.
She could feel the vibe around them.
All of them had the same vests that her brothers had, and every one of them looked like they had lived hard and fast.
She wasn’t sure who they were, or how her brother even had the resources like this. But she wasn’t questioning anything.
She was just thankful that they were helping.
They still had a lot to talk about, but all that mattered was that they were going to help her.
Ben caught her eye and walked over to where she was sitting worrying her hands.
She may have gotten help.
But she wouldn’t be able to relax till Mark was safe.
“He’s happy to have you here. We both are,” he said referring to Tory who was barking orders and scowling at everyone.
“I know.”
“We both thought you were dead.”
She paused unsure of how to go about this, knowing that once this can was opened, there was no going back. “Did father say that?”
“The stupid fucker,” Ben muttered.
“Did he kill mom?” she blurted out.
It was the one question that had been eating at her. She already knew the answer, with how her father had run his house, the bruises she remembered on her mother, it didn’t take a genius to know that falling down the stairs was a cover up for something else, but she needed the words.
“Officially she …”
“Fell down the steps. Yes I know. But that doesn’t answer my question,” she said, turning to meet his gaze head on.
“Yes, he killed her,” he whispered, and her throat convulsed, but she refused to let it show.
“And him?” she asked.
“I killed him,” Tory spoke from in front of her and she tilted her head back to look at him.
