Page 9 of Armor
“Alright. Sending Xavier and Walker to you now.”
“Appreciate that. You and Knox meet me.” I rattled off the address to him.
“Alright. Meet you there in fifteen.”
“Have Cooper come with and bring his medical bag too.” Cooper used to be an EMT. Luckily, he learned a few things.
“Fuck. Okay.” I hung up as he disconnected the call but not before hearing him bark out orders.
“Sweetheart.” I motioned to Cree to follow me out into the hall.
I waited for her to clear the door, then I closed it.
“Meeting the brothers at his house. Xavier and Walker are headed this way. The both of you stay with them. Straight to the house as soon as visiting hours are over. Both of you.”
“Kick his ass, Dad.” My brave, beautiful girl’s eyes were holding back tears. I pulled her into me and hugged her.
We walked back into the room, and I bent down and placed a kiss on Valerie’s forehead.
“Hey, buddy, how old are you?” Please be eighteen.
“Eighteen,” he whispered sadly.
“When did you turn eighteen?” Fucking A.
“This morning,” he said softly. Fuck, I was making some goddamned heads roll.
Then I heard Valerie say, “Well, when you get out of here, you’re having a party, and I’m making you a cake.”
“Yeah, her cookies are awesome, and her brownies are even better. You’re in for a treat,” Cree told him from her side.
“Be back,” I said as I turned on my booted foot and left the room.
I was making my way down the hall when I ran into Xavier and Walker.
“They’re in room nineteen. Your sister and my girl are in there. I’m talking to Cotton and York about the boy prospecting. After visiting hours, take both of them to my house. Don’t fucking leave either one of them.”
“Yeah, brother,” Xavier murmured and clapped me on the back as he passed me by.
“Go do your thing, brother.” Walker nodded to me as he followed Xavier.
It took me ten minutes to get to the address Dale gave me. I pulled up beside Cotton, Knox, and Cooper.
“Father beat his boy. He got his fucking ass kicked, brothers,” I told them while I tried to contain my anger.
“Why?” Cotton growled out. It was one thing to beat someone, but it was another thing to beat on a child. Even if they are eighteen and a legal adult now, they’re still your child.
I growled out, “He walked in on his father raping his little sister.” Their faces were masks of fury, which I was sure matched my own.
We all turned as one and made our way up the front walk. Without knocking, I kicked the fucking door in. It bounced off its hinges and slammed onto the floor.
There was an acrid smell of piss, alcohol, and something I didn’t want to smell—blood... lots of it.
The father, I assumed, was lying back in his recliner, passed out drunk. Without a word, I walked to what I assumed was the kitchen, found a pot, started the burner up, and filled it with water.
Turning, I stalked into the room and went in search of his little sister. Knox was standing sentry at the door, keeping his eye outside and on the son of a bitch.
As I made my way up the stairs and ran into Cotton and Cooper, the smell of blood was more than I could bear.
