“The Lord will guide those who seek to repent their sins.” He smiles warmly, and I roll my eyes.
“So, you molest your children, repent to God, get your forgiveness, and do it again. And again. And again.”
“I have never molested my children!” he booms, but I don’t even flinch. I was expecting it.
“Did you, or did you not, have sex with Priscilla? Your daughter.”
“Your mother was training to be a vessel. It was her duty to open for the prophet.”
A sick shiver ripples up my spine at his words, and I wish I’d brought my gun.
“The prophet being you?”
He nods.
“Yeah-nah. That’s molestation. Incest. Paedophilia, depending on whether she was of legal age, and given some photos I found of her when she was younger, I’m going to guess she wasn’t.”
“You speak of things you don’t understand.”
“You’re right. I willneverunderstand how a father can do that to his children, and shit, probably grandchildren too. Have you raped Maggie?”
His eyes darken, and I kind of like that I’m pissing him off. “It wasn’t rape.”
My breath hitches, air getting trapped in my lungs and dread slamming into me at his words.
“You had… sex with her?” I can’t even help the squeak in my voice.
“I lay the flame within her. She will burn until she bears under the blessing of Symme.”
I stagger back, his words a sick confirmation that clogs up my throat with rage, and my back collides with a chest, a gasp escaping me as I spin to see who is towering behind me.
31
My Angel’s caramel eyes dart up to mine, terror flickering through them before relief washes over her from head to toe. I didn’t mean to scare her, but being woken by one of my club brothers to tell me my wife was in a container with her grandfather kind of lit a fire under my arse, and now I’m tired, grumpy, hurting, and fucking wild with fear that something might have happened to her.
“We’ll talk about the fact that you snuck out later,” I snap, and her eyes flare as she sucks her lips in between her teeth, biting down.
Does she even know how fucking sexy she is?
“You have tainted my granddaughter,” Banes snarls, drawing my attention, and Abbey spins back to face him.
“We’ve gotten off track,” she says, and I know she’s struggling with her emotions right now. I heard enough before I stepped inside to know what Banes did with Maggie.
I should just shoot the fucker now.
“The hard drive,” Abbey snaps. “What’s on it?”
“Evidence.” He grins smugly, and I ball my fucking fists, fighting the urge to lurch forward and smash his smug fucking grin right off his face. “There is video footage of high-level government officials doing not so savoury things, as well as a list of names and locations. But again, nothing of your concern, Abigail. But it was a concern to the previous President of this club.”
Shit. Smitty.
“Explain,” I bark, and Banes remains quiet for a long moment, his eyes tracking over me and my wife. I notice his eyes linger on our hands and the way our fingers intertwine, and at how close we stand to each other.
“You don’t see the irony in the man you’ve chosen to be your husband?” he finally speaks, and fuck, I wish he’d just shut the hell up. “You’ve only been of legal age for a short time, Abigail. How is that different to me and Maggie?”
A strangled gasp flies from Abbey’s lips, and I want to fucking kill this motherfucker right the fuck now, but we need answers first.
“You’re kidding, right?” Abbey snarls. “Maggie is still a fucking child! And you’re her grandfather! There are so many things wrong with that, and nothing like me and Ringo. Now stop stalling and explain what Smitty had to do with the hard drive!”
