Prologue
brOKEN
One Year Ago
Laying on the horn, I motion for the biker behind the gate to hurry up and open it.
“Come on, come on,” I mumble. I quickly glance in my rearview mirror and don’t see any sign that I’ve been followed.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I start to relax for the first time in months.
Of course, it’s short-lived when the biker slams his hand on the roof of my beat-up Corolla.
The sound is deafening because of my condition, and I damn near jump out of my skin.
Focus, Sierra. Focus.
“Kierra? What are you doing in that piece of shit?” Of course, he sees my sister. We may be twins, but I am so sick of men confusing me for her.
“I’m not Kierra, asshole! I’m her twin sister, Sierra! I need to see her. She has my son, and I want him back,” I yell.
Being confused for my sister is how all this shit started in the first place. For months I was held against my will because a fucking monster thought I was her.
Narrowing his eyes, he pulls his phone from his pocket and proceeds to do something on the screen.
I narrow mine back at him when he turns his hate-filled eyes back to me.
A few seconds later, whoever he's texting must give him approval because he pushes off my car, slings the gate open, and waves me forward. I don’t have time for this shit.
I need to get Nash, pick up the money I hid, and get the fuck out of town.
As I’m climbing out of my car, I’m met by another big fucking biker. Jesus, these guys are everywhere. Barely sparing me a glance, the giant opens the clubhouse door and ushers me inside the dimly lit room. As my eyes adjust, I urgently search for my son.
“Kierra,” I call out, spotting her on the opposite side of the room. My escort stops me from moving when an angry-looking biker steps in front of her. I don’t know why he thinks my sister would need protection from me.
“What do you want, Sierra?” My relief vanishes at my sister’s hissed words. I know she’s pissed that I’ve been gone, but it wasn’t my fault. It took me weeks to get away.
“You’re pregnant? What? How?” I stammer when the man standing behind her places his hand protectively over her stomach. I don’t understand what’s happening when she looks from him to me like I’m her worst enemy.
I’m caught off guard by Kierra’s hostility but refuse to back down.
I want my son. It doesn’t take long for the insults to start flying from her mouth, and my own anger starts to grow.
Like always, we both end up shouting at each other, and I get angrier when she doesn’t shut up and give me a chance to make her understand.
“I can’t do this anymore, Sierra. Nothing ever changes with you, and Nash is the one who gets hurt. That ends now.”
“Please, Kierra, you have to let me explain. Please!” I beg as tears flow down my cheeks. Two bikers grab me, and I yell for her to make them stop. She turns her back as they drag me away from everything that matters most.
As they pull me through the building and out the back door, I know this isn’t a friendly escort off the property. My panic accelerates the farther away from the clubhouse they drag me. This is really fucking bad.
“Please! You've got to let me go! I need to get my son and get out of here. He’s going to kill me!!” My pleas land on deaf ears as I become more desperate to make them understand. If nobody will listen to me, how the hell am I going to get out of this?
“Fucking junkie,” the bearded biker gripping my arm mumbles under his breath.
“It’s fucking with me that she looks so much like Kierra. Such a fucking waste,” the bigger of the two says.
Before I can explain myself, a scary-looking shed comes into view, and I start to lose it, screaming for someone, anyone to help me.
“Somebody help me! Please!” I yell, stumbling as they drag me through the door and deeper into the darkened interior. My heart starts to race as memories of being trapped start to resurface.
“You can’t keep me here. Please! Let me go!” Shifting my body, I try to pull my arm free from the death grip holding it, but my attempts are in vain.
“Get the fuck off me!” I scream. Shifting my hips, I throw my knee into his balls.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I have to get out of here.” I’m sure he doesn’t give a damn about my apology as he falls to the ground holding his junk.
“Fuck! Grab her,” he roars out from behind me. I glance over my shoulder as I franticly work to get the door open. Finally getting it, I throw it open and immediately land on my ass when I run face-first into the giant blocking the way.
“Couldn’t handle a little girl, Wrath?” the big asshole asks while smiling at the man holding his balls. I yelp as he grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me back inside.
“Let go of my hair, you big fucking bastard.” Hissing, I try to scratch at his hands, but it does nothing to persuade him.
“Fuck you, Sparrow. She kneed me in the fucking balls.”
“This should hold you, girl.” Tripping over my feet, I tumble straight onto my knees in the dirt. Pushing my hair out of my face, I look around and see that I’m in another fucking cage.
“You can’t keep me here! Please, let me out. He’s going to kill me if I don’t get out of here,” I beg, desperately trying to get them to understand.
“He should kill you! You have no clue what your sister has been through because of your selfish ass. Whatever happens, just know that you deserve it.”
“What? My sister?” The big fucker looks at me like I’m crazy.
Shaking his head in disgust, he doesn’t spare me another second as he turns and follows the others out.
I hear the door slam on their way out, and once again, I’m all alone.
It’s not that I mind being alone, that I’m used to.
It’s the darkness that makes my skin crawl.
I’m not sure how much time has passed since my jailers left, but I feel like I’ve been sitting in this dark fucking dungeon for days and the longer I sit here, the more my paranoia grows.
I don’t know why they’re keeping me here when I didn’t do anything wrong.
It wasn’t like I wanted to be locked in a basement closet for months.
I tried to escape, but the monster kept putting poison in my veins.
I prayed every night that someone would come and save me.
For once, I hoped the Heavens would have mercy on me, but I should have known that people like me don’t get answers from the Gods above.
No, people like me are forced to fight and claw their way to their destiny.
So, I did what I always do. I fought because I knew if I wanted to see my son again, I was going to have to save myself, and that’s exactly what I did.
I stabbed that bastard in the leg and ran, never once stopping to look back.
Now, I’m trapped again when I really need to be getting Nash and the money I stashed after I took it from the CKs, then get the hell out of Miami.
When I hear the roar of motorcycles and the silence that follows, I assume they’ve finally come back.
A minute later, I hear what sounds like the metal door slamming into the concrete wall and then switches being flipped.
In the next instant, the fluorescents flicker, and the room becomes illuminated by half-lit bulbs.
“Do you know why you’re in here?” The question echoes off the walls, and I struggle to pinpoint which direction it came from. Darting my head in every direction, I still don’t see anyone.
“No,” I whisper as chill bumps race across my arms. I may not be able to see him, but I have no doubt that he’s a threat to me.
“You’re a drain on everything you touch. Your sister was violated because of your actions. Your son has been neglected and mistreated while you filled your body with poison. You had no regard for who it affected.”
Bowing my head, the shame I always feel comes over me as I whisper, “I’m sorry. You don’t understand—”
“Enough! I don’t give a fuck about your excuses.
If my woman didn’t love you, I would end you and be done with it.
But she does, and although she’s asked me to handle this, I know she would never forgive me for ending your worthless life.
This is a gift, Sierra. This is your last chance.
I’m sending you to rehab, and when you get back .
. . it better be as a different woman. Do you understand? ”
“I promise. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me out of here.” I start to think he’s not going to let me out of here since he makes no move to open the door.
“One more thing Sierra. If you ever hurt Kierra or Nash again, I won’t give you another chance. I’ll fucking end you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I answer, scared he’s going to change his mind.
“Knox, you know what to do.”
“You got it, Prez.” The big man who brought me out here earlier steps forward. I scramble to my feet as he opens the door and nods for me to step out. For a second, I think about making a run for it but quickly think better of it when my sister’s man steps out from the shadows.
“Don’t waste this opportunity, Sierra,” he threatens right before the heavy metal door slams closed behind me.