“Of course, his obedience could have come from his heritage. He is a full blood, after all. I don’t know what I was thinking with your mother,” Alexander said to Alex, shaking his head.
“A filthy human, like the one you’ve been screwing. I will give you a little advice, son. Just because you knocked her up, does not mean you need to stick around. I learned the hard way. I should have left you and your mother when I had the chance.”
“I wish you had,” Alex sneered. “We would have been better off, and I am sure my mother would still be alive.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow. “So, you have heard? Yes, I killed your mother. I had to do right by Paul’s mother, Angeline. She had been waiting on the sidelines for far too long, and it just wasn’t right. She did have my son, after all.”
“Why did you not just divorce mom? You didn’t have to kill her!”
“Of course I did.” Alexander looked clearly amused. “Why go through with such a hassle when, really, killing Luanne was an act of kindness. She was a drunk, and I could tell she was ready to leave this world.”
“She was a drunk because of you! And you had no right to make that decision for her!” Alex shouted.
Alexander ignored him and turned to Lee. “It’s a shame when we make mistakes like that. I think we both learned our lesson, hmm Lee?”
My father smiled, showing off his yellowing teeth. “We rectified the problem, though.”
My stomach dropped at his words. “What are you talking about?” I growled.
His smile only brightened. “Your mother got her just desserts one too many times, I would say. I can’t help it if her head hit the kitchen counter on her way down to the floor where she belonged.”
Lee shrugged, as if beating his wife to death was no big deal. At that moment, the fight went out of me. I had no idea the extent of those men’s twisted minds. To think of what they could do, with no remorse, I was sickened and scared.
“Paul, go back and get the baby,” Alexander ordered.
Paul let go of Sam and turned on his heels, leaving the room without a second glance.
“No!” Sam cried out.
Lee stepped up behind her and placed his arm around her middle. Leaning in, he pretended to whisper in her ear, but his voice carried across the room purposely. His eyes locked with mine.
“We are going to have a good time, doll.” Sam shivered and tried to pull away, but his arm squeezed her tightly against him. “You know what they say, like father, like son. I promise, you will have no complaints, and if you’re good, I might share you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? A whore like you likes to be shared.”
I swallowed hard, as Lee licked Sam’s ear, causing her to whimper in fear. She was trying to be so strong, but her fright was visible in her wide eyes. Her sweet scent was turning bitter with dread.
“Not yet, Lee,” Alexander scowled. “We have a fight to attend first.”
Lee groaned. “Oh yes, I almost forgot. Well, my little slut, you get to watch your men die, and then we get to play.”
Alex and I watched helplessly, as he dragged Sam out of the room. The guards came in ready to take us to the trench. Now that they had Sam, there was no way we could go through with the plan. We had to keep her safe.
My whole body was trembling, and tears were beginning to leak from my eyes. Alexander did exactly what he set out to do. He wanted us furious enough to fight dirty, but so broken, we would inevitably lose.
35
Alex
Jordan and I stood side by side as jaguars, in the center of the arena once again. It felt like we’d been there one too many times, and I was sick of it. I was sick of the dirt floors and electric fences. I was tired of the damn crowd, and I was ready to go home with Sam and see my baby girl.
My gaze found hers just outside the enclosure. She stood between Alexander and Lee as they collected money. I wanted to tell her to run, but heavily armed shifters guarding the exits would prevent her escape.
Funny how you usually wanted the woman you loved to meet your parents, yet in our case, we would have much preferred if she had never laid eyes on our fathers.
My head was still reeling from all the information I’d received. Sam had our baby girl, Paul was my brother, and my father killed my mother. Let’s not forget, Jordan’s father beat his mother to death. What a charming family reunion, I thought sarcastically.
“Jordan,” I called my friend’s name with our mental connection, and he turned towards me. “I don’t care what we have to do, but we are getting Sam out of here tonight.”
“Agreed and I have a plan.”
Jordan loved to make plans. The thought made me want to smile.
“We beat this mother fucker we’re about to go against, then we do what we were planning earlier. Only this time, I’ll handle the guards while you get Sam. Easy.”
“You know, if it were so easy, why haven’t we done it yet? We could’ve been out of here by now.”