Kane stood outside of The Coffee Palace watching her leave. For some reason that look of recognition seemed to stick out to him the most. He wasn’t sure where she would have seen him before or why he wouldn’t have remembered her right away. She was a beautiful woman and definitely one that he wouldn’t mind having in his bed. Granted he didn’t get much of a look at her because the clothing she wore seemed to hide her figure rather than accentuate it. He let out a frustrated sigh and walked back into the restaurant to go speak to Mary.
“Kane.” Mary said, raising a brow at him.
“I swear to God, Mary, I had no idea either one of them were here.” Kane said, holding his hands up in surrender as his furious sister stood there with her arms crossed.
“I’m only going to say this once, Kane. Keep your dumb bitches on a fucking leash. I don’t need those stupid sluts running around and causing trouble for my livelihood because you can’t keep it in your pants.” She growled.
Kane sighed in defeat. It was moments like these where she reminded him of his mother. Mary was not the type of person you wanted to cross, that much was obvious since Kane had been teaching her everything he could to help her protect herself. She was a woman that would either shoot or kick your ass first and ask questions later. He was very proud that she had turned into the no nonsense type instead of the kind that would let people run over her. It was a constant worry of his growing up. She had already been tough growing up so that helped. Sometimes you were made for it or you weren’t. Sometimes life put you through hell, which reminded him of the whole reason why he had even stopped in to begin with.
“Mary, I really did have a reason for stopping in here. I swear it wasn’t to cause trouble.” Kane began. “I need to know what you knew about that girl I met a few years ago.”
“What girl, Kane?” She asked, while wiping down the counters.
“Three years ago, I helped someone escape from this compound.” He began.
“Look, I know that you’re worried about me getting mixed up with someone that could get me hurt but that was a special case.” Mary whispered so others couldn’t hear.
“What do you mean?” Kane asked, frowning.
“You remember that girl that I used to hang out with?” Mary began.
“The one that mom and dad loved. She would come and help out at the restaurant.” Kane said, nodding his head.
“Yeah. Her. A woman came in here with her daughter about a month or two before that place went up in flames.” She whispered. “When she came in I thought she was just another customer but then she handed me something.”
“What did she give you?” Kane asked.
“She gave me something that she used to wear all the time.” Mary said, leading the way back to her office.
Mary took a deep breath and unlocked the door. To this day she had kept it safe. She went to her safe and unlocked it. Inside the safe was something small, so tiny and insignificant that most people wouldn’t even look twice at it but to Margo it had meant the world. With a shaking hand Mary reached inside it and palmed the small item. The aged wood was still smooth and detailed.
“I’ve had this since the woman brought it to me.” Mary said, turning around to face Kane with tears in her eyes.
In the palm of her hand lay a small hand carved wooden horse. Kane’s eyes widened when he saw it. He took in every little detail of the familiar carving. His breath caught in his throat and he swallowed against the emotion he was feeling.
“Would you like it back?” Mary whispered as a single tear trailed down her cheek.
“How did she get this?” Kane asked.
“She said that she knew where Margo was being held… I didn’t believe her at first. I thought it was a cruel joke until she produced this.” Mary whispered. “She said that she had come across her a while back and they were working on getting her out. They only had a short window of opportunity and then it would be too late. She said that Margo had told her where to get it and to bring it here.”
With shaking hands Kane reached out and plucked the tiny figurine from his sister’s hand. He remembered every detail he had carved with painstaking concentration. His hand shook as he held it for the first time in years. It was supposed to have been a christmas present for Margo but he ended up giving it to her early just before he had shipped out. He blinked back the tears at the memory of her tear stained face. He had always known that she had a little crush on him but because he was six years older than her he had never seen her as anything more than a sister.
“That means that I looked her in the fucking eyes and didn’t even realize it was her…” Kane whispered.
“You wouldn’t have, Kane. I barely recognized her myself and she was my best friend.” Mary said, choking on a sob. “I can only imagine what she looked like that night…”
“It was awful, Mary. Be glad you never had to see her the way I did. It still haunts me to this day.” Kane whispered. “Are you sure you want to give this to me?”
Mary looked into his silver eyes and nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak at the moment as she thought back to what Margo had gone through while she was in that place. She wanted to listen to him. She really did but there was a burning question that sat in the back of her mind all this time.
“When you saw her… where was she?” Mary finally asked.
“Are you sure you want to know?” Kane asked with eyes pleading, begging her not to ask.
“She’s my best friend, Kane. I need to know…” Mary sobbed.
“She was standing outside. She was only wearing a thin button down shirt with a belt around her waist and oversized men’s boots. She had a sheet that was holding something and in her hand was a large tactical hunting knife, the kind that hunters use. It was stained in blood. She had blood spatters all over her.” Kane whispered softly, hating the look of pain on her face. “She was covered in bruises. Some were old and some were new… She was thin. Thinner than normal. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was wild and matted. She threatened to kill me.” He chuckled softly.
The image that he had provided his sister was a softer version of the one that plagued his memories. Still he would give her this much. Anything more and it would have been too much for her to take. He watched as his sister sobbed silently. She shook her head and wiped away her tears.
“I still can’t believe that it happened, Kane. Mom and dad were distraught when they heard. She didn’t have very many people that she could have called friend. There was me, Dex, and a few others. That’s all but the town loved her. She was too kind and shy to have to go through anything like that. It never should have happened. It shouldn’t happen to anyone, to be honest. But Margo was so sweet and kind. The whole town still holds a memorial service for her and her family.” Mary said with a sad sigh.
“Mary, you’re right. She was too kind and nice. She never should have gone through what she did, but what I saw the night she escaped was someone willing to fight to walk free.” Kane said, hoping to ease her sadness.
“But she never should have had to fight for something that the rest of us take for granted. I hate to imagine what she went through, how she must have suffered. I may not approve of what you do or how you do it but even you have to admit that most people would have broken under those circumstances. It must have broken her in ways that none of us will ever understand.” Mary said angrily.
“Mary, Margo was your best friend, but even I know that Margo would never break for anyone no matter what they did to her. Margo was kind and very shy but even I Knew that there was a certain strength to her.” Kane said, comforting his sister. “Margo is the kind of person that rises to the occasion and shines so damn brightly everything else pales in comparison.”
“You don’t think it broke her?” Mary asked hopefully.
“I know it didn’t. No matter what she went through, Margo kept her wits about her and she planned an escape that would help her get miles away before anyone ever bothered to look for her.” Kane said confidently.
“I hope so.” Mary whispered.
“I know she did. Everything that happened that night was her plan. Well, except for me being there. I don’t think she was planning on that. I don’t think she was planning on anyone else being there.” Kane said, knowing Margo was a shrewd and calculating person. “Margo fought for her freedom that night. She fought to walk away from captivity and when I say she fought, she fought. Margo did something that most people wouldn’t have had the balls to do. She killed that night to be free. The Margo we know is still there but she’s allowed her courage to take over instead of being swallowed up by her fear. That’s something that most people couldn’t do.” Kane said, palming the wooden carving.
“So then what do we do with this knowledge?” Mary asked in frustration.
“We take comfort in the fact that she fought back and got free, regardless of how she did it. We take comfort in the fact that she is safe and miles away from this town and the asshole that nearly destroyed her life.” Kane said.
“So you know who held her captive.” Mary said.
She knew that she didn’t need to ask. She knew that now he knew where Margo was being held her brother would stop at nothing to bring the asshole that held her captive to his knees. Mary, who wasn’t much for violence, took comfort in the knowledge that Kane would hand out a punishment so violent that no one would recover from it.
“I fucking know who did it and will end his fucking life with a goddamn smile.” Kane assured his little sister with a sinister smirk.
“Good.” She said, surprising him.
A/N: This chapter contains explicit violence. I will mark where it begins and ends so feel free to skip it if it makes you uncomfortable. Look for the ***** The large opulent mansion stood erect once again. It had taken over a year to complete and Bernard had spent that year in a violent rage that scared even his men. Bernard Shaw was now pushing fifty and he was glad to be done with rebuilding his mansion. He felt like the fire and the escape of his song bird had been the wakeup call he needed and as a result he had increased his security ten fold. After that night it had become very clear that he had become complacent and allowed his ego to get the better of him. Bernard thought back to his younger years. How he had reached such successful heights at the age of twenty-four. The death of the cartel boss that had
“Bridgette!” Sammy said with exasperation. “I don’t want to go!” “Why not?”Bridgette asked with concern. “I just don’t want to.”Sammy pouted. “Sammy, if you don’t tell me, I can’t help you…” Bridgette said, kneeling down to her level. Sammy was a bright kid who enjoyed school back in their old town. It had been three weeks since they moved back to Bryan, Texas. However, lately Sammy threw a fit when she had to go to school. Bridgette couldn’t help but be worried. She had been to the school and spoke to the teachers and staff. She had been assured that Sammy was fine and that there weren’t any problems. But Sammy’s increasing refusal to go to school had her questioning just what was going on in that school.
For the last couple of weeks Kane had been plagued by thoughts of the young woman that he now knew as Bridgette Thomas. He found it annoying. He didn’t want to think about her small curvy body and how good it would feel to have her underneath him. Nor did he want to think about her crystal blue eyes that seemed both guarded and fragile. He found himself considering her every feature, such as how her nose had a smattering of freckles across the bridge. The way her lips pouted and how plump and kissable they looked. Kane frowned into his beer, lost in his frustrating thoughts of the petite woman. Occasionally his image of Bridgette would meld with the scared young woman from three years ago. He wondered why the two seemed synonymous to him. He had been staring at his beer for a while now when a loud noise alerted him to a commotion at the fron
Good Evening my lovelies! Sorry for the late update!!!! I have been busy unpacking and things have kind of gotten away from me. I know that it took a while but I will have chapter eight uploaded later tonight. I am working on some interesting developments for this story so be sure to hang in there and bear with me! I've got twists, turns, and lots of steamy (and some very disturbing) scenes. I know that I said it before but I beleive the best villians are the most brutal. Be sure to leave comments. I love hearing feed back from my readers. Happy reading, my lovelies, and have a blessed day. :D
“God dammit!” Digger shouted, throwing his phone across the room. He had been looking for Margo for years now. He had finally caught up with her when a contact of his was arrested for beating the shit out of a woman who had taken off with his baby. Digger didn’t give a damn about that though. No, it was the woman that had been with her that caught his attention. The same woman who had once again slipped through his fingers. For three years she had him chasing his tail putting out false leads all the while she was out doing whatever she wanted. Digger, like his boss, believed that her place was in a cell waiting to service the men in any way that their hearts desired. He still couldn’t believe the bitch had taken out her guards, set fire to the compound, and then escaped. As much as her escape frustrated him he found himself admiring her. She reminded him more and more of her mother except she didn’t seem
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Okay my lovelies so the next update will be uploaded in a bit. I have two things to say before I upload this chapter. Chapter Ten will prehaps be my most brutal yet. I am in no way condoning any of the acts that take place in this book. I understand the Character Bernard Shaw is about as brutal as they could possibly come but I promise that I have a reason for this. So hang in there with me. If you see ***** then you know he's most likely going to make an appearance with his minions. That being said I have listed some songs by some really awesome artists. Look 'em up. I actually work out to a lot of these bands and have been listening to them for years. If you want softer songs then please feel free to ask me about them or look them up on youtube. :) Happy reading and remember to comment. I want to know what you think.
Kane glared at the screen on his phone. The P.I. he had hired to look into the young woman had sent him some pictures of her daily activities. She was a busy bee from what he could see. He didn’t know how she managed to have the resources she did. He figured it was because she was well off but he knew that he could be wrong. With a sigh he looked over the information that he had been given and found himself a little perplexed. All the information on her was vague but standard enough that unless someone did some active digging no one would question the validity of the information. However, Kane found himself questioning what he saw. Maybe it was his time in the special forces but he couldn’t help but dig for more information on her, such as her family, friends, teachers, medical reports, and much more. If anything could be looked into he wanted it done and done right. With that thought in mind he went to hunt down the one guy that he kne