Chase Me Daddy (Malevolent Sinners #6)

Chapter One

SKYE

Run and be prey or stay and be dead…

My father, uncle and brother are bad men but these guys are so much worse. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking coming to the VanHoughts for help. The second I approached their home, I had a dozen guns trained on me and was on my knees within seconds. I could have fought back but I didn’t.

I’m a traitor.

I’ll never be able to go home.

I signed my own death warrant.

“You fucked up by coming here, petal.” I snap my head up at the sound of his voice.

My brows pinch together at the sight of three men standing there in jumpsuits and fucking hockey masks like Jason from Friday the 13th!

I get that Halloween is approaching and all but we aren’t fucking children, so playing dress-up is just stupid.

My hands are cuffed and chained above my head, the tips of my toes skimming the ground.

To anyone else I would look defenseless and at their mercy.

Truth is, even with my hands bound, I could still kill them with just my legs.

“I’ve fucked a lot of things and regret it but I don’t regret coming here,” I fire back without an ounce of emotion in my tone.

The guy on the left steps forward. They all wear the same jumpsuits and masks, the only difference between them is the color.

The one on the left, his mask and clothing are red, the one in the middle is black and the one on the right is dressed in all white.

The guy cocks his head to the side and studies me like I’m a puzzle.

I remain still and allow them to take me all in.

I’m not vain but even I know I’m fucking hot.

“We know who you are,” he says, making me scoff and roll my eyes.

“Congratulations, almost everyone in the country knows who I am and who my family is,” I clap back. “I didn’t come here to measure who has the biggest dick.”

The guy on the right moves toward me, not stopping until he stands directly in front of me. He’s huge. Even being hoisted off the ground by the wrists, I still have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. His brown eyes burn with intensity. I see the sins of his past clear as day and shiver.

He reaches out and grips my chin in a harsh hold. I narrow my eyes. “I have the biggest cock.” I snort, fucking males. Out of everything I have said, that is all that registered.

“Yeah. I’m sure you do, buddy, but is your cock big enough to stop my father from abducting your little sister from her boarding school in Germany?

” It’s as though the words that spilled out of my mouth flipped a switch inside him.

One second his hand is gripping my chin, then in the next it’s wrapped around my throat and squeezing the fucking life out of me.

By instinct I wrap my legs around his waist and use that hold to alleviate some of the pressure he is applying to allow me to suck in enough air to think.

Before I can form a thought, the other two rush forward and wrangle him back.

He thrashes in their hold and tries to break free, but they manage to subdue him…

just. It’s then that I realize he is the biggest out of the three and it’s clear he’s the one who calls the shots, he’s in charge.

I may have come here to warn the VanHought brothers, but I don’t actually know who they are.

No one does. They have operated in the shadows for years, our families rivals.

My father killed theirs in a war over turf.

Coming here may have signed my own death warrant but I couldn’t let an innocent child be the subject of my father’s cruelty.

“I’ll fucking slaughter you and your entire family,” White roars. I lock eyes with him so he can see the truth in my own eyes as I speak.

“Kill them, I don’t care. If coming here means I forfeit my own life in order to save the innocence of a child, then so fucking be it. I may be the daughter of a monster but that doesn’t mean I am anything like him.”

For three days I have hung here in this putrid cellar, strung up like a pig ready to be butchered, with no food or water and not even a damn bathroom break!

The fact I was left to piss myself tipped me over the edge of rational thought.

I am furious and now I am past the point of being reasonable.

The first chance I get to take these fuckers out, I’m doing it.

I tried to be nice and do the right thing, thinking that if I save a child’s life maybe I won’t have to burn in hell for all the sins I have committed over the years in the name of family.

I’m pulled from my inner thoughts when I hear footsteps approaching.

I drop my chin to my chest and pretend to be out cold.

I hate making myself look weak and at the mercy of these heavy-handed fucks, but a girl has to do what she has to do.

I keep still and make sure my breathing remains even as the steps grow closer.

“Fuck, they just left her hanging there like a stuffed animal,” a man says, the disgust clear in his tone and I decide right now not to kill him.

“Shut the fuck up or you’ll be hanging next to her.

Nixon won’t tolerate you being soft toward a Gordon, even if this one doesn’t have a dick.

” My interest peaks at the other man’s mention of Nixon.

I may not know what they look like, but I do know that Nixon and Axel VanHought are brothers and are the ones that took over after my father killed theirs. “Help me get her down.”

I remain still and calm when I feel them approach.

I make sure to whimper like a good girl when they put their hands on me, playing the perfect damsel in distress.

The second my wrists are freed and I’m placed flat on my feet, I sway for a second before I snap my eyes open and unleash my fury on these poor fuckers.

I rear my head back and headbutt the one in front of me.

He stumbles backward but I don’t give him a chance to recover.

I rush forward and throat punch the fucker, then knee him in the balls, loving the sound of his pained roar as he drops to his knees.

I spin around and deliver a perfect roundhouse kick to his jaw, knocking the fucker out cold.

I turn and face the other guy who is standing there with his hands raised, looking out of place. He seems like the type of guy that should be in college studying the stock market, not in the cellar of this place.

“Up the stairs, the second door on the right will take you through a hallway that connects to the back of the kitchen. Go out the back door and head for the woods. When you reach the river, cross it, then keep going until you see the road.” I narrow my eyes on him, not trusting him even though he was the one who felt bad for me.

“Why the fuck would I trust what you have to say?” I grit out.

“Because my brothers tend to break their toys and I figure I owe you one for coming here and warning us about Xyla being in danger.” My eyes widen in surprise, making him scoff.

“Yeah, I know I don’t fit in here. If you don’t move your ass, you will regret ever showing up to try and help.

Asher, Axel and Nixon won’t allow you to leave. ”

“Noted,” I clip out then turn to leave.

“Wait!” I whirl around and shoot the asshole a glare.

“What?” I snap.

“I need you to hit me, make it look good or they will know I helped.” He doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I march toward him with a purpose, cock my arm back and punch him right in the nose.

I feel the bones break beneath my knuckles and smirk when he cries out in pain.

I don’t stick around. I get the fuck out of there and run like there is a damn fire chasing me.