“Parker’s a weak little shit,” Crawford said. “Besides, I’ve learned from the last time. I’m hitting all his compounds in one go.”
“You don’t even know where they are,” I countered.
“Weston and Blade do.” My half brother grinned.
“You fucking traitors.” Garrett turned on Weston and Blade.
Weston was apprehensive, but Blade didn’t back down.
“Crawford’s right. You all have been playing games for years like this is some chess match and not our siblings’ lives. I’ve been tracking Dad’s money and whereabouts. I have the compound locations. If Crawford raids them at once, he has a good shot of ending this.”
“And then what?” Garrett said, tone acerbic. “You think Leif will roll over and give up?”
“He will if we have our siblings,” Weston insisted. “The sister wives will scatter with them, sure, but we’ll pay them off, and they’ll hand the kids over to us. Once we have our sisters, we’re in the clear. Dad will be hard pressed to take custody of them because possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
“That is not how the law works.”
“Shut up, Hunter,” Garrett said, then turned his attention back to Blade. “And then what?Leif’s just going to come back here and demand we hand the girls over.”
“They’ll testify that they’re scared of him, that he was abusive. We can show that he abandoned the other children. There’s a pattern,” Weston said.
“The courts aren’t going to just hand over little girls from one male to another. Hunter’s the one on the foster care paperwork.”
“It sounds like Hunter needs a girlfriend,” Crawford said. “No one’s going to say that Meg wouldn’t be the best choice for our sisters.”
Shit. “How sure are you?” I demanded.
“A hundred percent!” Weston said.
“Blade, I’m asking you.”
“Ninety?”
“It would be better if we all worked together,” Weston insisted.
“They’re not going to.” Crawford scoffed.
“Greg,” Weston pleaded. “Let’s end this once and for all.”
Remy, who had been silently sitting on the couch in the corner, stood up. “I’m coming with you,” he said to Crawford. Remy had had, as they said, a bad war. I dreaded to think what raiding the compound would do to his psyche.
“You can’t,” I said in concern.
“This is important.” He was twisting the hem of his shirt.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Crawford asked him.
Remy nodded. “It has to be the last time. The final blow.”
“You all sound like nutcases,” Garrett finally spat. “This isn’t a movie. You’re not going to look like heroes. You’re going to end up in jail.”
“Then help us,” I said.
“Not you too!” Greg was furious.
I blew out a breath. “Maybe we need to do something unexpected.” I held up a hand to stop Garett’s protests. “If we raid the compound and rescue our sisters and younger siblings, then we need something to ensure that he can’t come after us.”
“Garrett?”
