Jinx moved backward, keeping her eyes on the two in front of her. “How did you find me?”
“That is actually a funny story. Or coincidence, maybe. Three guys I used to play ball with happened to run into a little bitch in a bar, who they swore reminded them of my sisters. One of them snapped a picture of you and sent it to me. I knew the second I saw you who you were. From there, it was easy to mobilize mother and, well, here we are.”
She shook her head. “But why? You must know I would never come back with you.” Jinx looked at her mother, letting her see the hate she felt. Her mother chose Benjamin, the murderer, over her daughters, and Jinx wouldn’t forgive either of them for that betrayal.
“Don’t think mother wants you home for reasons other than two. One, because I want a plaything. And two, because your full inheritance becomes available next month when you turn twenty-five. Ah, you didn’t know about that, did you? You see, since brother Brandon is gone. Sister Clair is as well, and thanks to you and your bullshit, I’m disqualified. You, dear sister, get the full inheritance of our grandparents from our mother’s side. You thoughtthe small bit you’d taken when you were eighteen was a lot, but you have no clue what you’re going to get next month.” Benjamin took a menacing step toward her.
“Shut up, Benjamin. You talk too much,” Hilaria snapped. Her hand lashed out, slapping Benjamin across the cheek.
Benjamin’s head whipped to the side. A red handprint bloomed on his fair skin. His eyes flared with an angry, hate-filled gaze toward their mother. “How dare you hit me?”
“I dare because I’m your mother.”
Her brother wrapped his hand around Hilaria’s neck. She’d seen him lose control on more than one occasion. Like now, he would snap as if disassociating from reality. She wondered if their mother had ever seen this side of the fucker or if she’d been blissfully unaware.
She tried to pull the cellphone from her back pocket without making it obvious, keeping her movements slow. Benjamin and Hilaria were pressed against one another, looking...intimate. Oh, shit. She moved the phone in front of her, seeing the favorites icon, and hit the one for Viking. Typing out a quicktext and snapping a pic of the image in front of her, she hit send with the wordHelpat the end.
Jinx made sure the ringer was off in case Viking tried to call or text her back. She already knew he’d be blowing up T-Rex’s phone. It shouldn’t take them long to find her, she hoped.
Benjamin gripped their mom’s face. “Kiss it and make it better, mommy,” he ordered.
Hilaria looked to where Jinx stood. She let them both see the revulsion in her face.
Their mother smirked. “You were always the good one, Benji. It’s why I chose you.”
Jinx couldn’t watch as her mother leaned forward. What the fuck ever they did, she didn’t want to be a witness to. It was apparent that her mother abused Benjamin as a child. Did that make him who and what he’d become?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Viking saw Jinx’s name appear on his phone as he and King went over the items they’d confiscated during their last job.
“We’ll have to authenticate these luxury items,” he nodded toward the crates of bags and other things the wealthy bastard collected.
“Your ole’ lady messaging you?” King asked.
Viking grimaced, then nodded.
“Take a look. You won’t be worth a shit to me if you’re thinking about her.” King moved down to the next shipping container.
They’d left the compound a few minutes after the women, but he hadn’t told Jinx he’d be close. Pulling his cell phone out, he looked down.
“My mom and brother found me. Next door to the shop. HELP!”
“What the fuck? King!” he roared, looking around for the closest exit. He began running before King responded.
“Viking, where are you going?”
“They’ve got Jinx. Call T and find out what the fuck is going on.” His boots made loud clangingsounds as he ran out of the warehouse. Looking to the left and right, he found his bike and headed toward it, feeling his heart beating so hard he was sure he’d be a candidate for a heart attack. He slid his leg over the seat, pushed the start button, and left the warehouse behind. The sound of several other bikes behind him let him know his brothers were following, but he couldn’t think about them. Hell, he couldn’t focus on anything except getting to Jinx.
King pulled up next to him, pointing at his helmet hanging from the handlebars. He watched the thing swinging with each turn and acceleration. No way did he think he could put it on as he rode. He jerked his chin, letting King know he was aware he’d fucked up. Hopefully, they wouldn’t pass any law enforcement.
He roared into the lot behind Twisted Ink, seeing King’s big-ass SUV parked in the far end. He brought his bike to a skidding stop near the bar on the other side, searching for T-Rex. The big man eased out of the door adjacent to the shop where Jinx said she’d been taken.
“I’m sorry, Viking. I should’ve walked her out.” T-Rex didn’t make excuses, but right now, Vikingdidn’t want to hear anything except if he’d seen or heard anything that would help him get Jinx.
“Where’s Coal?” The man he’d trusted to drive them should’ve been posted near the door, not halfway across the fucking lot.
“He’s not answering. I didn’t want to walk over there in case they could see me from their viewpoint.”
