Forty-Six Cinder
Forty-Six
Cinder
UNKNOWN
Meet me at the pier ALONE if you want your sister to live
There was a picture attached of Rory, unconscious with a gash on her forehead and cum on her bare chest.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I never should have yelled at her and made her leave, now this asshole had her.
Rory was my heart. She was the club's heart. I couldn’t let this piece of shit hurt her because of me.
Aurora would not face this alone. Not this time.
She had already spent three years alone at the hands of a monster.
I would run through hell to protect her, and if it meant dying to get her out of danger, then so fucking be it.
The pier was empty when I arrived. Of course it was. No one came there after dark unless they wanted the Vipers uprooting their night. Now someone was here with Rory. I needed to save her, then I needed to let her live.
I promise to be a better sister, just let her be alive.
My gun was in my hand as I patrolled the docks. I knew to be stealthy and find Rory first. Then, and only when I knew she was safe, I would protect her and kill the asshole that dared to touch my little sister. He wouldn’t win. His plans would fail.
There was a loud bang, echoing through the shipping containers.
It was a fear tactic. This person wanted me to be scared so he could sneak up on me.
Well, it wouldn’t work. I wasn’t new to this game of cat and mouse.
I invented the fucking thing. He was hiding because he was a coward, hurting Rory because he was nothing but a weak little boy.
I had to apologize. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she was right.
I’d been ignoring what she wanted in my desperation to keep her safe.
I’d much rather her be with Vesper than with some random person.
She would be safe with the Vipers, and if they decided to break her heart, I’d have to deal with them.
“Where is she, asshole?” I yelled, my voice ricocheting off the containers.
Her scream echoed, and my blood froze. He was torturing her.
I followed the noise until I got to the last container, door open with blood smeared on the concrete.
My fist clenched tightly, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in my palm.
My first priority was getting her to safety, then I would dispose of the bastard who hurt her.
He would regret coming for my family again.
I stepped inside, there was a bed with a body lying in it, blood soaking the sheet.
Fear danced up my spine as I walked closer to it, curling my fingers around the sheet and ripping it free.
It was a Sleeping Beauty life-sized plush soaked in blood.
There was a creak, but before I could turn around, something blunt hit the back of my head.
I stumbled and fell to the ground as my assailant hit my legs. Another kick to my back knocked the wind out of me, followed by a steel toe to my nose. Blood filled my mouth as a burly form crouched down next to me.
“You took my princess away, now it’s time to pay.” And with one final kick, Rory was my last thought before I succumbed to the dark abyss.