The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

“Nor am I her john,” Liam growled. “River Kendall, I presume?”

“Yeah. Where the fuck is my sister? Do you degenerates have her chained up on her knees somewhere?”

Hammer lunged into Kendall’s face, barely managing not to pulverize the prick—and only because Raine would be pissed. Besides, if River pressed charges, he’d leave her short one protector. “Not today.”

“But you admit you have?” Kendall grabbed a picture from the dresser and slapped it into Hammer’s chest. “I’m not surprised. The news called her a sex worker. I know you’ve been fucking her since she was a minor.”

“Your daddy tell you that? Sounds like you listened to every line of shit he fed you.”

“Don’t lie to me. You been pimping her out all this time? Yeah, especially to your buddy O’Neill.”

“He hasn’t,” Liam insisted. “Hold on. There’s been a misunder—”

“I’m not misunderstanding anything. This picture proves he’s a disgusting pedophile.” River turned back to Hammer, his voice full of contempt. “How old was my sister here? Fifteen? Maybe sixteen?”

Macen snatched the picture from the front of his shirt and studied it. Raine’s eighteenth birthday. The two of them standing in the dungeon, her wearing the sexy red dress that had knocked him on his ass and made him realize she was all woman. He stood close, arm curled around her possessively, while Raine sent him a sideways glance full of hunger.

Beside him, Liam studied the photo, then swore.

“She was eighteen, you cocksucker,” Macen bit out. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I do. I’ve spent two months researching you pricks. I know everything, including the fact that she’s lived with you in this cesspool of sex offenders since she was a minor. I bet you popped her cherry the first night, too. But then, I knew what a quality guy you were when I found out you’d driven your wife to suicide.”

A white-hot rage roared through Hammer’s veins, shutting down his ability to speak. The urge to snap River in half thundered through him. He lunged at the son of a bitch, fists raised.

Liam all but tackled him, managing to pull him back. “Stop!”

“You don’t want to end this fucker now?” Hammer snapped.

“Oh, I do. But Raine will never forgive us if we kill him. I think we can break the maggot a bit, though.”

“Give it your best shot,” River challenged.

Hammer clenched a fist. “He goddamn deserves to die.”

“I know. The feckin’ gobshite is as thick as a plank.” Cold fury rolled off Liam. “I was ready to reserve judgment, but now… I’ve made up my mind.”

When his friend’s inner Irish came out, Hammer knew the gloves were off. It reassured him. He and Liam might have had their differences, but they were always on the same page when it came to protecting Raine.

“Good. She hasn’t really missed her brother all these years,” Hammer assured. “Let’s end him. And make it hurt.”

“You can die trying,” River shot back.

“This is mental. You’ve no mind to hear the truth, only run off at the mouth and point fingers,” Liam barked. “You should be grateful to this man, you fuckwit. Be kissing his bloody feet! He’s watched over and protected your sister for years, especially from that pitiful excuse you called a father. Where the hell were you when he tried to rape and murder her, the way he did your mother and Rowan?”

“Yeah, you’re a little late to Raine’s rescue party,” Hammer sneered.

Contempt glowed in River’s eyes. “Fuck you. I was dodging bullets and defending freedom so perverts like you could stick your worthless dicks in my sister and get her pregnant. You let your buddy here watch? You proud of your big accomplishment?”

Liam scoffed. “You’ve got all the answers, don’t you?”

“I do. I know your society whore of an ex-wife fucked every other man while you were married. You must be a real Casanova in bed. Maybe that’s why you like to force my little sister. Hold her down and crawl all over her like a disease. That make you feel like a real man?”

“Christ, you’re a festering lunatic like your father,” Liam growled.

River glared. “Don’t you fucking com—”

“We don’t force Raine to do anything,” Hammer cut in, his stare icy. “She begs and moans for it.”

His words struck a nerve in River. The soldier sucked in an angry breath, chest puffing out. “You’re going to be sorry when I’m through with you. Where’s Raine? I want to see my sister right now.”

Hammer seethed. No way would he even hint that Raine no longer lived at Shadows. It would only motivate River to search for her somewhere else.

But if he had to look at this asswipe for another minute, Hammer would rip his head off. “Liam, it’s time to take out the trash.”

“Couldn’t agree more. But I’d be even happier to see him hauled out in cuffs. He is trespassing, after all.”