Page 54 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

“Because… I want her to hear what her stepfather has to say, how little she’s worth to him. She still thinks that anybody gives a shit about her, that who her daddy is will save her. I wanna destroy the perfect image of her privileged life and show her she’s no better than us. Uppity little bitch, always looking down her nose at me. Now she’ll see that no one wants her, not her men, and certainly not her family,” Veronica sneers.

She’s lying to one of us. Either way, Veronica is one hell of a convincing actress.

“Ooh my wicked girl,” Brute says indulgently. “Come on then, is she or isn’t she?” he asks impatiently.

Veronica walks over to Brute and hands him the pregnancy test. He looks at it for a moment before asking, “Two means she’s pregnant, right?”

Christ, he’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the box, is he?

“Yep baby, it sure does, which means Bill is sure to cough up more cash!” Veronica explains with a whoop.

Again, the two engage in swapping spit, this time with lots of heavy petting. I contemplate running, both of their guards are down, and the gun is no longer on me, but then I remember Veronica’s warning. If she is helping me, I have to trust her, she won’t help me if I run. If she’s tricking me, there are still god knows how many coked-up bikers in the building who’d stop me before I got out. I don’t even know where the exit is.

So, despite it going against all my instincts, I stay put.

“Come on, baby, let’s call Bill. Make sure you put him on speaker, I want her to hear all of it,” Veronica says jerking her head in my direction.

Brute does as she asks and after a few rings, there’s a familiar voice on the other end of the line.

“Well, is it done?” Bill asks.

My heart sinks as the last shred of doubt I had that my own stepfather would do something this horrible disappears in a puff of smoke.

“Not exactly. There’s been a development,” Brute replies.

“Fucking hell. It’s just one girl, is it so hard to make her sign and get rid of her?” he snaps exasperatedly.

“Thing is, Mr. Anderson, your daughter… she’s pregnant,” Brute replies, a gambler showing his cards.

“She’s not my fucking daughter, she’s my wife’s mistake and a problem I need you to make go away. I couldn’t give a shit if that slut got knocked up by one of the filthy gang members she’s been running around with, it doesn’t change our arrangement,” Bill replies.

My hand flies to my mouth and my eyes pop in shock and horror at the venom in Bill’s voice. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined he could be capable of such cruelty.

Brute looks at my expression and smirks, enjoying the pain and shock on my face. “Well see, there’s the thing Mr. Anderson, I’d say it changes things. Now you’re not just asking us to take one life, it’s two. Plus, I figure the baby could be worth something to the dads… maybe thought you might want a bouncing bundle of joy, a grandchild left on your doorstep by your no-good runaway daughter.”

Bill sighs, “So, you’re after more money I take it.”

“Bingo!” Brute replies, lighting a cigarette. “Double for taking her and the kid out now, or if you want us to keep her till it comes and handle the delivery and her disposal after, you’re looking at a much bigger fee.”

I can’t believe how casually my life and the life of my unborn child are being discussed. A visceral feeling of hatred courses through my veins and I can barely hold myself back from clawing Brute’s eyes out. The only thing stopping me is that Bill is the real reason behind all this. He needs to pay.

“You must be fucking mad if you think I want some bastard mongrel scum baby. Skye’s father was one of those Angels of Havoc and look how she turned out,” he spits out and I wince to hear the hatred in his voice. “I’ll pay you five thousand more for the added hassle of the child and I want it done. Today. I’m not asking you to perform a goddamned magic trick. When I said make Skye sign the contract and then disappear, I didn’t mean literally into thin air. Fucking do what you have to do to get the job done. She’s a sheltered twenty-one-year-old, she won’t hold up to torture. If the body turns up somewhere, that’s not an issue as long as it can’t be traced back to us, they’ll think it was the Angels of Havoc. In fact, you can make sure she is found and it’s pinned on them. Unwanted pregnancy is the oldest trick in the book. Just figure something out and dump her,” he snarls before hanging up the phone.

I stand there, frozen in shock over what I’ve just heard. My mind is struggling to comprehend what happened and how the hell Veronica and I are going to get out of this alive. I can only hope that Brute will want to toy with me. If I can withstand his torture for long enough, perhaps Veronica will be able to send word to Angel and the others. If Veronica has been tricking me, then it’s game over.

My mind goes to my mom. My poor mom, she doesn’t deserve this. She’ll believe I ran away. Or if my body is found, Bill will make it seem like Angel, Buzz, Drifter, and Gunner are responsible. They’ll go to jail and the real culprits will never be found. Mom will continue to share the same bed with a monster, and then if Bill’s plans are successful, he’ll have control over the entire county, maybe the state.

“Well, you heard the man. Time for you to give me what I asked for, only this time, the easy way isn’t an option,” Brute says, looking at me with malice.

He snorts another line, and I glance over at Veronica, panicked. She looks back at me with sympathy but as though she too is uncertain of what to do now. It’s clear even she didn’t expect the conversation to go that way.

“Come on baby, have a bump, and then let’s fuck this bitch up together. I know you wanna beat her ass, and I wanna fuck her ass,” he says handing Veronica the note as he gets up and comes over to me, his eyes wild as the drugs hit him.

Despite Veronica’s earlier warnings, I blindly turn and try to run from him, but he easily catches up with me, tackling me to the ground before I can reach the door. I’m able to put my hands out to catch myself as I land. I struggle, but he pins me down with his body weight, hiking my dress up over my ass. I scream and thrash, trying to roll over and scratch him and he slams my head hard into the floor, dazing me before ripping off my underwear. I hear him fumbling with the buckle of his belt and I know with sickening certainty he’s going to rape me.

I kick and fight, managing to kick him in the balls. As he’s buckled over in pain, I wiggle around so I’m on my back and try to get away, but he grabs my ankles and pulls me back toward him, his leering face enjoying every second of my fear.

The first thing my mind registers is the deafening pop. The second is the hot splatter of liquid hitting my face. The third is the gaping, bloody hole in Brute’s head.

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