Kane sighed in frustration as he looked at his phone. The number flashing on the screen caused him nothing but seething anger and frustration. He didn’t know what she wanted but he had been done with her years ago. He wasn’t about to let her show up and screw up his life anymore than she already had. Kane growled and declined the call before shutting his phone off.
“What’s got you so angry?” Machine asked, coming to sit down next to him at the bar.
“It’s nothing.” He mumbled.
“Are you sure?” Machine asked, eyeing him over his beer.
“Yeah. So what’s up?” Kane asked, turning to look the older man in the eyes.
Kane still
Hmmm.... wonder what could be happening with Bernard now.
A/N: So quick note this chapter and nearly every chapter from this moment on will have some sort of extreme violent content. There are notes of BDSM in this particular chapter. I will mark the chapter the usual way just keep and eye out for the ***** “Where the hell have you been?” Digger growled, facing a trembling Ginny. Her wide frightened eyes stared back at him. Her face was pale and she was trembling with fear. She had been gone for two and a half months before she turned up. Her hair was dirty and stringy. Her clothes had been filthy and parts of her fingers were missing. It was clear she had been tortured. “What the hell happened to you?” He demanded when she remained quiet.
“Bridge!” Sammy yelled, running into the house and throwing her backpack on the floor.“What’s up, kiddo?” She asked, coming out of the kitchen.“You know some really weird people. Do you know that?” She asked, looking up at her.“What do you mean?” Bridgette asked, slightly worried.“There’s been men on motorcycles outside my school for weeks now!” She said exasperatedly.“They’re there for your protection.” Bridgette whispered softly.“Oh, because of the people that my daddy knew?” She asked, blinking up at her.
A/N: Another explicit chapter. This chapter is nothing but explicit material. Skip it if you can't handle it. “So you found her?” Bernard asked, stepping inside Digger’s home. “She found me.” Digger said. “What do you mean by that?” He asked, raising a brow. “I mean the dumb bitch got us fucking compromised!” Digger growled. “What did she do?” Bernard asked, frowning. “She went and showed up at the house where the woman that bought the land was staying.” Digger g
“Are you sure that you have everything you need?” Kane asked, following her out to her car that was parked at the house in the country. “Yep.” She said, slinging her backpack onto her shoulders. “What’s in there anyway?” Kane asked, eyeing the backpack. “Bugs, a laptop, a burner phone, fake identities, some cash.” She said, rattling off a list as they climbed in the car. “Are you sure you don’t want some back up?” Kane asked, wishing it wasn’t just the two of them. “And who would you call to assist us?” She asked, starting the car. “The club!” Kane al
Kane paced up and down the hall of the house that Bridgette owned in town. He had been waiting on her to get ready to go for nearly thirty minutes now. They had still not finished their conversation from a week ago and he was getting impatient. He knew that they had left things unsaid and the feeling that everything could come to an end at any moment was beginning to drive him insane.“Bridgette! You’re running late!” Kane yelled up the stairs.“I know! Believe me I know! Can you come up here and help me?” She yelled down.Kane shrugged his shoulders and sighed. His heavy steps echoed up the stairs as he made his way up to her room. He looked around and frowned when he didn’t see her.“Where ar
Kane and Bridgette loaded up the car and on their way without further delay. She grabbed her burner phone and sent a text message to her contact that she was running late. The car ride was quiet as both were lost in their thoughts of what might happen at the meeting. She knew that she was taking a risk meeting her contact in person but she knew that it was something that she would have to do. They pulled up outside an old abandoned building off of a lake. There was a single car parked outside but no one was around. They looked at each other dubiously before Bridgette let out a frustrated sigh. She was glad that she had the foresight to prepare ahead. She reached into the back seat of her car and pulled out a book bag. In that book bag was a shoulder holster, hip holster, and a sheath for her thigh. Bridgette slipped them on and reached under the back seat of the car. She quickly grabbed her twin pis
A/N: There isn't really any explicit violence in this particular chapter but... there is a scene people might find slightly disturbing. Look for the ******Kane nodded his head in surprise at the woman’s words before he turned and began to lead Bridgette out of the abandoned warehouse. They left the briefcases in the care of the Special Agent and climbed back in the car. Kane didn’t start the car yet. Instead, he leaned the seat back a little and then reached across the console. He pulled Bridgette into his arms and just held her as she cried. After a few moments Bridgette had stopped crying and she rested her head on Kane’s shoulder.“Are you good?” He asked, looking down at her as he stroked her hair away from her face.Bridgette nodded her head
A/N: This chapter has sensitive content. Nothing explicit or overly violent... yet. There will not be any need for the asterisk.The auction was well underway while Bernard watched them bring out child after child. He had done well in procuring his merchandise this time. The youngest one was a two year old little boy. He smirked at the child’s lifeless eyes as he was forced to look at the cameras. He was paraded out on a leash and collar for potential buyers to inspect. Like flies to honey the bids began to pour in. Bernard smirked in satisfaction when the number reached two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The auctioneer was having trouble keeping up with the incoming bids. Finally, after five minutes the price on the toddler reached two million dollars. Bernard threw his head back and cackled with glee when the auctioneer shouted sold. This night was looki