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“When we were on the streets, Serenity was a natural target. Even the filth couldn’t hide her beauty. She was attacked several times and escaped major harm. But Serenity developed a split persona that allowed her to cope. I don’t know how to describe it, she’s not schizophrenic or anything. But the street, the persona Street Serenity, ensured Serenity was safe. Since Momadopted us, Street Serenity regressed into the background. Not needed until a serial killer kidnapped her.

“Street Serenity emerged and… played… with him. She left him barely alive with his cock and balls cut off and shoved down his throat. Serenity took her time torturing him before escaping. The only other time Street Serenity raised her head was when Reading Hall was attacked. The little fucker downed several men and dragged them into the forest. For days she toyed with them until Dad made her slit their throats, and he disappeared the bodies. She’d made rather a mess to clear up. Dad and the guys were complaining for ages.”

Oakley gazed at me, wide-eyed in shock. Yeah, it wasn’t the personality you expected from my delicate-looking sister.

“And now Bronson is in her hands? Along with my parents and Reverend Jeffrey?” Oakley muttered.

“If you don’t want Serenity set loose, tell me. Carmine and Tye are the only two who can rein her in. Dad will contact them.”

“She’ll cut Bronson’s cock and balls off and shove them down his throat?” Oakley whispered.

I sighed. That was something Oakley didn’t need to know, but I was honest. “Serenity will probably put them up his ass.”

“Wow.” Oakley glanced back at the bath water, and I sensed the struggle.

“I’ll call Dad and get him to corral Serenity,” I said. They’d still die, all of them, but cleanly, which is more than what they deserved.

“Is it wrong of me to hope Serenity does that?” Oakley whispered.

I looked at her. Oakley’s head hung low, and it appeared she was ashamed.

“What?”

“I want Serenity to hurt Bronson like he planned to hurt me. I want Serenity to carve him and them up and make them suffer.I don’t ever want to see fear on Aspen’s face that they might be coming for her. Harley, will you think less of me if I say kill them and make it hurt?” A tear ran down Oakley’s cheek, and I realised what was bothering her.

“Baby, I couldn’t give a shit how bloodthirsty you are. I love you, and that’s unconditional. I wouldn’t have cared if you’d beaten him into a bloody pulp. It’s kind of a turn on,” I teased, and Oakley let out a hysterical giggle.

“Let me tell you about Mom staking her ex-husband in the back,” I said as I kissed her poor, swollen lip.

“Phoe did that?”

“Yeah. Like a damn vampire. Never piss Mom off. She’s nasty, and if she doesn’t get you, Aunt Artemis will.”

Oakley listened with wide eyes as I told her some of the stories of the old ladies. Meanwhile, I washed her head to toe, got her out of the bath, and dried her off. Oakley grabbed some thick plaid pyjamas, and I carried her to Aspen.

Aspen gasped, and we explained what had happened and that the four were being held. We sat chatting until Oakley fell to sleep.

When Aspen looked around and didn’t see Archer hovering, she whispered, “Kill them, Harley. I know exactly what Oakley isn’t saying. Don’t hand her parents to the authorities. Those bastards need to die. Make them bleed and hurt and make them pay for Archer, Oakley and me. They’re money-grabbing scum. Also, get someone to dig into Reverend Jeffrey’s church. I bet anything he’s been stealing cash from it.”

“Aspen—”

“Harley, I’ve got eyes and ears. I am not stupid. Your MC is going to disappear them, all I’m asking is for you to make it hurt.”

“Damn, you Ferguson women are something,” I muttered, and Aspen laughed.

“Don’t ever piss us off. We create shit for a living. Just imagine what we could make to torture somebody. That’s an idea. How much would your club pay for unique items?” Aspen asked.

I gazed at her, partially horrified and the rest amused. “Welcome to the family, Aspen.”

“Thanks,” Aspen chirped and grinned at me. “Can you ask someone for a sketchbook and pencils on your way out?”

I left the room at a clip. I had people to torture, and Aspen was scaring me a little.

She winked as I glanced over my shoulder.

Aspen ran a finger slowly across her throat and I nodded and hurried from the room. One Serenity was enough, and Jodie was no slouch either. What was it with the women in Rage? They were all nutcases, even extended family members!

Chapter Fifteen.

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