Page 71 of Royal Sons MC

Tiana released Ayesha's hand. "I just wanted to talk to others who had been to Italy. My friend Molly went there last summer and hasn't stopped talking about how beautiful it was. I knew the only way we'd ever be able to afford it was if I did it as a student." She swiped at her cheeks as tears rolled down. "It sounds so stupid now. You've always done so much for me, provided everything for me, and here I was asking for more when you've done without. I know you've worked extra hours at the salon so I could have the cool clothes, and what do I do to repay you? I ask for more. You should hate me." Tiana sobbed.

Ayesha turned toward Tiana, wrapping her arms around the younger girl's shoulders. King wanted to give them a moment, but they had time to discuss their issues later. He needed to learn more about the man she met, the one she went with to a destination that could've been a living nightmare.

"Tiana, you can make that shit up to your sister later. Right now, I need to know more about this Rico. How did you meet him in this chat?" King didn't back down when Ayesha turned her angry glare on him. If there was one thing the two women would learn in his club, it was that he was the one in charge.

For the next ten minutes, Tiana described how the young man spoke to her about traveling the world with his parents. He'd joined the chat for students traveling abroad shortly after her, quickly ingratiating himself with Tiana. They exchanged numbers, but most of their conversations occurred online. "So he sent you pictures, and you did the same? Did they ever go beyond what was deemed PG? What I'm asking you, Tiana, are any of those pictures you sent him on the level of indecent?"

Ayesha paled, but she didn't say a word. Good, she clearly wanted an answer to his question, or she knew he wouldn't stand for an interruption. Either way, he was in charge whether she liked it or not.

"Um...I sent him some of me in my bikini, but nothing...like that bad." Tiana stumbled over her words.

King was a good judge of character and could usually tell if a person was lying by looking at them. However, Little Bit was either really good at lying, or she was telling the truth. "If you did happen to send him anything bad, I hope you know Keys could possibly get it back." He looked at the man in question, watching his brother's eyebrows wing up. Or not. Hell, he wasn't the computer expert for a reason. You need someone fucked up? He was your guy. You needed someone to submit? He was your guy. Get our electronic shit fixed? Don't come to him.

"I promise, Ayesha, I would never sext. I told you I wouldn't, and I didn't."

"Okay, we believe you, T. Don't we?" Ayesha looked around the table, her gaze settling on his. "King, if she says she didn't, I believe her."

He sat back, letting his hands settle on his stomach.

"Let me ask you something. Did you believe Tiana when she said she was going to school, but instead, she went to meet the fucker in person?" Both women flinched. King refused to wear kid gloves. Had Ayesha not had a drunk Chloe in her salon who just happened to mention what the Royal Sons did, her sister and Kailani probably wouldn't have made it out of the estate. He'd seen the setup they had and knew the men who had followed them were prepared to kill instead of allowing one of their captives to leave or a sister.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll never do anything so stupid again. When Rico showed up, I knew he didn't look like an eighteen-year-old. He was so nice and had a private plane like the Kardashians. It was like a fantasy, and he promised to have me home by supper. I was so stupid, Ayesha. I knew something was wrong when Rico took me to this mansion and locked me in a bedroom. I was so scared, but I didn't have a way to contact you," she cried.

"Oh, baby girl, I can only imagine. Promise me you'll never do anything like that ever again." Ayesha held Tiana to her chest, both crying audibly.

"Never again. It was stupid to want to go to Italy," Tiana sobbed.

"No, it was stupid to talk to a stranger online. Meeting a man you've never met in person alone was even stupider. It was insane to get on a fucking plane and not tell anyone where you were going. I could go on and on about all the stupid things you did, but wanting to study abroad was far from the stupidest," King barked.

Ayesha pushed Tiana away, her eyes sparking at him. "Now, wait just a minute," she started.

King shook his head, standing up. "No, you wait a minute. Keys, pull up those files. The ones with pictures for me." He held his hand toward his brother, keeping his eyes trained on the two women. Rage boiled through him.

Keys handed him his iPad. "I want you to look at this, Tiana. Take a good hard look, and you tell me what you think the stupidest thing you did." He let the electronic device settle in front of them, allowing them to see what happened to young girls who'd been victims of human trafficking. The images weren't pretty. They were raw, brutal, and some so damn grotesque they made even his stomach turn. "That, Tiana, is what was waiting for you after that fuck was done with you. He'd have used you, let his men use you. By the time he'd have sold you to the highest bidder, who'd have then sold you daily and nightly, however many times they chose, you'd have wished for death. Hell, they might have just put you in a warehouse, filled you with drugs, and let men come and go every half hour or hour. That's what your reality could've been. No, that's what it would've been if you had survived. That's the reality of hundreds of thousands of young women and some men. You were one of the lucky ones." He turned from them. The memory of another young girl filled his mind. This one hadn't been as lucky.

Duke reached across the table, turning the tablet off so the images were gone. Their little sister had been taken when she'd been little more than a teen and sold like he'd just described to them. And the reason was all because their father had been stupid, not listening to the murmurs going around town since he thought he was too powerful. Kingston Royal was the reason their sister had been taken from them. Her brutal murder was on his head, and why King would never be able to forgive or forget the image of her broken and frail body lying lifeless with unseeing eyes.

It was why he and his brothers, the Royal Sons MC, had vowed to do what they could to help those in similar situations. Although they didn't announce it to the world, some individuals knew, and that was who they helped. Hearing Tiana speak about what she'd done wrong, yet not once had she said her meeting up with the fucker was bad, had him wanting to put his fist through the table. He walked away before he could scare either of the women.

"I'm sorry," Ayesha said softly, startling him.

Her hand felt cool on his arm. He inhaled deeply before peering over his shoulder. "I just need a minute."

"She's just a kid." Her explanation, the way she was still protecting her little sister, had him gritting his teeth.

"You realize if we'd not shown up tonight, she'd likely be getting fucked in every orifice of her body at this very moment, right?" Her flinch nearly made him stop. Only the image of his sister lying in a full-size bed, her dark hair in tangles, her body barely covered by a dirty sheet, kept him on his path. "Imagine the shell she'd have been if, and I do mean if, we got her back. Most girls don't make it home. They're either dead within the year or too traumatized, too far into the world they're sold into they don't want to come home." He pulled her around, placing her sexy little body in front of him. "I'm not saying this to hurt you, but because I want to protect the both of you." Truth rang from him. King didn't try to examine why he wanted to see the darkness erased from her expression. Yes, she was sexy, and he wanted her. Maybe more than he'd wanted another woman in a long time. Not that he didn't get his share of ass anytime he wanted. Being the President of the Royal Sons, all he had to do was crook his finger, and he could have his pick of club bitches. However, no one held a candle to Ayesha with her dark hair, creamy complexion, and curvy body. He wanted to take her to his playroom. The things he wanted to do to her would probably scare the fuck out of her, but he was damned if he didn't want to see if she'd let him.

"What are you thinking about?" Ayesha whispered, her hand reaching up and rubbing against his chest.

He snagged her fingers, bringing them to his lips and nipping her pointer finger. "Do you really want to know?" The memory of doing the same thing early had him sucking in a breath.

She nodded. Her tongue came out, licking at her lips.

"The first thing you need to learn, Little Dove, is when I ask you a question, I expect a verbal answer. Now, I'll ask again. Do you really want to know?" He gave her finger another nip, sucking the digit into his mouth, watching heat flare in her eyes. Oh yeah, she liked it when he did that.

"Yes. Yes, I want to know."

"Good girl." He bent closer to her ear, licking over the shell. "I was thinking of everything I want to do to you. Trust me, they are far from what you're probably used to. Let me ask you a question, Little Dove. When you fucked your husband, did you do it with the lights off and in your bed? Was it the bible way or no way?"

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