CHAPTER 23 - Bryan Trevor #3
There are photos from what I believe is the mansion’s basement, showing Gavin masturbating while looking at a panel of photos of women.
With each image or video I open, I’m afraid of what I’ll find.
Fear of seeing my girl in this filth.
But the real dread hits when the family folder appears at the end of the document.
“Are you sure you want to open that?” Luke places his hand on my shoulder, and I glance at the security monitors.
I spot Noah playing in the front yard with Sadie.
I grit my teeth and click to open it because I know it’s necessary.
The first one contains documents.
I open it and dig through—birth certificates, personal documents, passports.
The next one has commandments, mostly about obedience, devotion, and submission.
The third one has family photos, but all taken inside the house.
The fourth and second-to-last folder is labeled Sadie’s room.
The first video opens on the screen, and nausea hits me instantly when I see Gavin naked, masturbating while watching her sleep.
“I’m going to blow that bastard’s brains out,” I hiss, clenching my fists, trying to control the urge to smash the screen.
Luke leans in and fast-forwards the video.
I want to turn everything off, but I need to be certain he doesn’t touch her.
Silence hangs between the four of us as the video continues.
But inside me, there’s screaming.
A hunger for blood, for pain, that I won’t be able to control.
Because seeing all these atrocities changes everything.
I won’t let them stay in there.
I won’t let this go unpunished.
There are several videos just like it.
They all start with Gavin adjusting the camera, then he lowers his pants, approaches, masturbates, finishes away from her, and turns off the camera.
He doesn’t touch her, but that doesn’t ease my disgust or make this any less monstrous.
I close the folder.
I open another, and when I see Sadie taking a bath, I close it immediately—I would never look at her naked. The realization that Gavin uses these videos to get off tears me apart.
He’s even worse than I could have imagined.
She’s a little girl. A child. A baby!
How can he do this shit?
A roar tears from deep in my throat, and I stand up, needing to let this out.
I leave the room, looking for something to take my rage out on.
I find the car windows and, without thinking, I punch them.
I punch every window of all three parked cars, and the sounds of shattering glass echo through the trees.
When there’s nothing left to break, I kick the car panels. I’m about to head back to the house because I need more pain to ease the monster inside me when the idiots grab me and hold me back.
“Let me go, damn it!” I snarl, struggling, fighting against them, but they’re too strong for me to break free.
The three sons of bitches throw me onto the couch.
“Calm down or you’re going to destroy yourself and won’t be able to fix a damn thing.” My brother’s voice starts to pull me from the fog of blood and pain.
Gradually my vision starts to clear, and only then do I notice my hands are bleeding and my entire body is in shock.
“We’re going to end them, but you need to calm down and think straight.” I stare at Travis when I hear his words, but despite knowing he’s the only one who understands what I feel, I just shake my head and stand up.
“I’ve thought enough.” I stride to the bedroom, open the closet, and grab my guns and ammunition. “Noah and Sadie aren’t staying one more day inside that fortress.”
“Bryan…” my brother warns from the doorway.
“Would you leave Tessa in there?” I go for his deepest wound, and he glares at me. “No, right? So don’t tell me to sit around waiting for that bastard to rape my little girl, damn it!” I grit my teeth so hard that for a moment I’m afraid they’ll break.
For the first time in years, my eyes sting—because I can feel satisfaction in killing my enemies, but the possibility that Sadie and Noah will be hurt breaks me into a thousand pieces.
But before that happens, I’m going to tear Gavin apart.
“I’m going with you!” he says, turning around, and I leave the room, noticing that just like me, he grabs his weapons. “Dominic, get your mother and father on the jet. Travis, keep checking every damn folder to find more evidence against that bastard,” my brother instructs them.
“Shouldn’t Gavin be at the distribution center?” I’m about to walk out the door when I hear Travis’s voice.
I spin back toward the screens in a flash.
My blood freezes when I see Gavin storm through the front door with a murderous expression.
“Noah Black,” he shouts, and before he can climb the steps, she appears at the top of the stairs. “Get down here now,” he orders, his voice sharp as a blade.
I scan all the cameras for Greta and Lauren, but I can’t find either of them.
Noah rushes down, and the moment she stops in front of him, he grabs her arm hard.
“Where is he, you bitch?” he spits. “I'm going to kill you and then finish the job I started with that trash.”
That's when I bolt, because I know Wolf couldn't erase the images before Gavin saw them, and now my girls are in danger.