“I never told you guys something about my parents,” I begin. Taking a deep breath, I go into detail. “In order to prepare me for the mafia women, my dad had my mom... train me. But both of them ended up abusing me. Starting when I was just nine.”
My hands shake, and my body is trembling. Bambi curses, and the guys shout in anger.
Ghost pulls up my chin to look me in the eye. “Are you saying they did sexual things with you?”
To my horror, I start to cry. “Yeah. They made me do things to them both, and... and...” I choke on the words, going silent. I can’t say anything else.
Ghost flips the fuck out. His beast is roaring, making me flinch.
Bambi manages to get their attention. “Guys, calm down. Trikk needs us now, okay?”
Next thing I know, I'm swept up in a group hug, and I’m shocked that all of us are crying. Even Synn and Frost.
“Kill them both, brother,” Synn growls.
“I- I can’t...” I stutter.
“You can. And will,” Frost adds.
“You’ve got this,” my girl encourages.
Maybe… I can do this.
My parents are both sick bastards. They’ve traumatized me my entire life. I can finally prove I'm as ruthless and deadly as my brothers.
It's time.
I will do this.
Frost
I'm restless and antsy, ready to get this shit over with. I'm salivating at the thought of wrapping my hands around my father’s throat. I don’t know about my mother, though.
Will she want to come with me, or stay with him? Her decision will mean her life, whichever she chooses. I suspect the other five will have a similar thought.
I'm standing outside the bedrooms in the hall, pacing and muttering to myself. My brothers join me after a few minutes.
“I’m so ready for this,” Razor says, clapping his hands together in anticipation.
“I feel you, brother. I want to pull my father’s insides out through his asshole,” Ghost says.
“Is that even possible, bro?” Trikk asks.
“I don’t know, but it will be fun to find out.” Ghost grins maniacally, making me shiver. This is when Ghost is at his most dangerous. He is the most vicious and sadistic of us all.
“What are we doing about our mothers?” Synn asks next, his arms folded.
“I’m giving mine an option to stay or go. If she picks stay, she’s dead too,” I admit.
Synn grunts. “Good idea. It's wise if we all follow that plan.”
As we talk softly, Killer comes out of her room, Sam trailing behind her. She comes to each of us, kissing us hard and hugging us.
She steps back, glancing from one to another. “I love each of you more than you could possibly fathom. I hate not being able to be there, but I’ll be watching and listening from the feeds. Synn, get a good one in from me, will you?”
Synn laughs. “Oh, I plan to, Pazessca. He will die with your name in his ears.”
Sam speaks up. “Be careful, please. I want my new friends and brother to be safe.”
