Ice (Soulless Knights MC: London #2)

Prologue

Dear Diary,

I wish I could escape. I wish there was a way out of here, but I can’t leave Mason. I can’t leave him behind and risk them doing to him the things they do to me.

Sleep still doesn’t come any easier the older I get. The fear of what the night may bring keeps me awake most of it. And when I do finally fall asleep, my dreams are racked by images of the night Mum and Dad were killed.

Guilt plagues my waking hours. I should have been home with them that night, but I’d wanted to go to my friends. I’d argued with them all day about not wanting to stay in for a family dinner.

The last time I saw them I was yelling about how much I hated them, about how they always wanted to spoil my fun. I ran out of the house yelling behind me how much they were ruining my life, slamming the door as I left.

I wish they’d known how much I loved them. Fuck. I wish I had just stayed in for that dinner.

But if I had of stayed in, I might not have survived either, and Mason really would have been alone.

I still don’t understand why they let him live. Maybe it was simply because he was just a kid? I figure beating to death a four-year-old is a lot harder than beating two adults.

There’s a part of me that wished I had been in the house when it happened. Part of me wishes that I had died too. At least I wouldn’t be here, and at least I wouldn’t be going through the shit I go through every day.

Fuck. But if I wasn’t here then Mason would be suffering alone. The thought of what they would be doing to him if I wasn’t here makes me feel sick.