Page 22 of Property of Camo

Me: Need to teach someone a lesson. Anyone free to offer a hand?

Halen: I am the most sober one here besides Thorin, because that fucker cannot get drunk thanks to his vampire genes.

I smile thinking that Halen may be quiet and calm and collected, but he is a mean motherfucker under all that calm demeanor.

Finding my contact, I hit the call button.

“Camo, my man, what can I do for you?”

“I need an address. All I know is that the kid’s name is Aston, he is eleven. He must live close by because he goes to Skyla’s gym,” I inform Titch.

He is a hacker the club helped out a few years back. He was chained to a bathroom pipe and forced to use his hacking skills to steal money and plant evidence to have high-powered people arrested, but it turned out that it was a high-powered prick who had him kidnapped.

“Okay, give me a few minutes.” I hear clicking coming from his end of the line. “Okay, I am narrowing down the schools. Searching for a student with his name.”

I hear more clicking, then he tells me to check my phone, as he has sent me a photo.

“Yeah, that is him. Get me his address.”

Titch says nothing for a short time. I glance up at Skyla’s house, knowing she is sleeping alone in bed with nothing on under her bed clothes. I push down on my crotch as my dick twitches.

“Got it. Sending it to you now. He in trouble or does he have fucked-up parents?”

“The parents. They need a lesson or two.”

I hear him sigh, then a hard voice comes through the phone.

“Make them hurt, Camo.” With that, he hangs up.

Titch comes from a bad childhood, where his family ran a drug house out of his home. He was beaten, starved, raped bythe fucks his family let into their home. A place where he should have felt protected.

Sending the address to Halen, I peel away from Skyla’s house, my blood already at boiling point so it will feel real fucking good to unleash some pain and spill some blood tonight.

The whole ride I think of Skyla taking care of that boy who she barely knows. She would give you the jacket off her back if you needed it. Fuck me, this woman has me twisted up in knots.

Arriving at a shitty part of Salem, which is too fucking close to Skyla’s house for my liking, I park my bike. Halen is already on the sidewalk, waiting for me.

“Looks like this house is ready to fall down.” I nod when he calls to me. “How the hell can anyone live in a place like this and keep a kid here?” His scrunched-up face shows his disgust.

“Brother, this is nothing compared to what I have seen before. Not all of us could be born with a silver spoon in their mouths,” I joke with him.

“Hardy, ha, ha. Fucker. You know my family does good with their money.” He is right.

Halen comes from money, lots of fucking money and his family does a lot of good with it. They are a family of supernatural legacies. There are some bad motherfuckers who are legacies also, but we handle them if they get in our way.

“I am just fucking with you, brother.” I slap his shoulder.

“The reason we are here is?” he inquires.

“A kid came into Skyla’s gym; let’s just say he had marks on him that no kid should have. I snuck into her house tonight when I saw she was not alone. The boy was there with fresh injuries.” I growl out my words.

Halen’s body tenses, as he hates the beating of kids as much as I do.

“You stay faded and listened to the boy explain?”

I nod to him. “Yeah, didn’t want to spook the kid. They fucking starve him, brother. Show no care if he goes to school or even if he is alive.”

“Fuck.” He scrubs his hands over his face, the anger radiating off him. “He safe with Skyla right now?”

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