Chapter Thirty

Luc

The second I heard Ivy scream, I stormed into Logic's office to find Malice holding Ivy while both of them cried. Neither moved while they stood in the middle of the room. Malice wrapped protectively around his sister as she cried into his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Sister. So fucking sorry."

Logic moved past me and without asking, he injected a sedative into Ivy's arm, and she slowly melted against her brother. Picking her up, he held her close to him, daring anyone to take her away from him.

Looking at me, he simply asked, "Where?"

"Follow me," I growled, hating seeing her in another man's arms.

Upstairs, I unlocked my room, stepping aside as Malice walked in. Turning, I saw Montana, Logic, and Torment standing behind me, watching.

"Let them in," Malice said, sitting beside Ivy while she lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

"Get the fuck off my bed, asshole," I sneered, stepping further into my room. "What the fuck did you do to her?"

"The blue room."

Halting my step, I froze. "What the fuck did you just say?"

Malice slowly turned toward me and asked, "Has she mentioned the blue room?"

Looking at Logic, my brother shrugged when I turned back to Malice.

"Yes, only that she hated the room. She didn't say anything more."

Sighing, I watched Malice reach over and tenderly move Ivy's hair from her face.

"The blue room is his room. It's where he took her to train her, beat her, punish her, and eventually rape her for one purpose only."

My heart pounded furiously in my chest.

Adrenaline coursed violently in my veins while my body boiled with rage. The Devil I held a firm grip on broke free, drowning out all thoughts of reason, when I heard Logic growl.

"Just fucking say it."

"To get her pregnant."

"MOTHERFUCKER!" I roared, blinded by an intense fury that claimed me so strongly, I didn't feel the several arms holding me back from destroying everything around me.

I was going to fucking kill that bastard.

I was going to rip his body apart with my own hands, then shit down his fucking throat.

I was going to fucking feast on his motherfucking dead heart while I poured acid over his balls and made him watch as I shoved his dick in a blender and hit puree!

"Luc!" Logic shouted, trying to break through the frenzy swallowing me. Trying to push him off me, he yelled, "Calm the fuck down, now. Ivy needs you to be sane, not off the rails. Get a fucking grip or I will sedate you as well."

"Fucking try it," I seethed, spittle spewing from my frothing mouth.

"Luc, we don't know that happened. We need to let Ivy tell us at her own pace, brother. Maybe she got out before it happened."

Shoving him away from me, I sneered. "It happened. I've seen the marks on her lower abdomen and breasts."

"He's right." Father Dominic walked into my room, along with Dr. Lansing. My room was getting fucking crowded fucking fast.

I fucking hated it.

"After she killed my attacker at the church and Michael found her, Gladys and I took Ivy to Dr. Lansing. We asked him to do a full medical workup. Ivy was pregnant before we found her."

"Father Dominic is right," Dr. Lansing said, backing the priest up.

"Shit," a few of my brothers cursed.

"Devlin Scott is pure evil," Malice whispered, caressing Ivy's face as he wiped away her tears. "That's the only way to describe him. Calling him anything else is an injustice to his true nature. He won't ever stop looking for her. She was his goal all along."

"Malice, how do you know this?" Montana spoke up.

"Our mother."

"She's dead, brother," Montana carefully said. "You said she was."

Malice shook his head. "I lied. She's alive. I told my sister that too. I didn't mean to upset her. I just wanted her to know."

"Hold up," I growled, rubbing my forehead. My body still humming with the need to kill something, someone. "What the fuck does your mother have to do with this or the blue room?"

Malice turned toward me and simply said, "It was the room she gave birth to Ivy in. You want to know why my sister and I are so fucked up? Why neither of us will ever have a normal life? It's because we're not like all of you. Our mother isn't just our mother. She's also our half-sister. Devlin Scott raped our grandmother. When he learned she gave birth to a girl, he waited until he could legally take her. He fucking married his own daughter, then got her pregnant. That's who the sick son of a bitch is. You must understand, Devlin Scott is single-minded. He knows exactly what he wants and will never stop until he achieves his ultimate goal."

"What is his ultimate goal?" I asked.

"To train and impregnate the next generation of his offspring."

I couldn't think. Malice's words rolled around in my head, like some sick, twisted game of pin the tail on the relative. Who the fuck rapes a woman for the sole purpose of impregnating her, then fucking marries said offspring?

One evil, fucked-up motherfucker, that's who.

I had heard of inbred families, read stories of such families and the horrible atrocities they suffered, but this sick son of a bitch took the fucking cake. One family in particular came to mind in West Virginia, or old Appalachia. Members of that family still lived today. Yet, if I remembered correctly, that family suffered from mental deficits and birth defects.

How the fuck were Malice and Ivy technically sane?

Okay. So, Ivy and Malice weren't sane like normal people, but they functioned in society, held down jobs, and could articulate words into sentences.

Well... kind of.

Malice grunted a lot and Ivy was prone to killing first before asking questions.

Twirling the glass of whiskey in my hand, I tried to comprehend everything. Leaning forward, I couldn't wrap my head around it all. I honestly didn't know what to think, or do, for that matter. The only thing I did know was that Devlin Scott had to die. He'd caused too much pain, death, and destruction, and I flat-out fucking refused to let him breathe the same air as Ivy anymore.

"Don't care how she came to be," Gunny muttered from his favorite spot at the bar and every head turned to him. Mine included. "My girl survived Hell. She fought her fight and walked away. She's one of us, and I don't give a damn where or who she came from. My girl needs me, and I'm not abandoning her."

"No one's abandoning Ivy, Gunny," Saint whispered, looking a little green around the gills.

Had to admit, I was feeling a little sick to my stomach as well.

"Then why the fuck do all of you look like you're ready to retreat and abandon your post? This is fucking Ivy we're talking about. The sweetest, meanest badass girl we know. She didn't ask to come into this world. She's only trying to survive it."

"Gunny's right." Mouth nodded in agreement. "Ivy's one of us. We don't abandon our own."

"I've known Malice a long time," Payne, a brother in the Soulless Sinners, spoke up. "Fucker is mean as hell and rarely talks, but he is my brother. Never cared who his old man was. Still doesn't."

"The way I see it," a sinner called Vicious began and every brother in the Soulless Sinners club groaned, including Malice.

"Great," Montana muttered. "The voice of reason."

"Assholes." Vicious glared, flipping his brothers the one-finger bird. "Like I was saying, who are we to judge them? I can't speak for the brothers in Disturbed, but Montana, take a really good hard look at everything your old man's done? Mercy, look at your wife's past. Hell, my beautiful Linsey's past wasn't pretty. Fury, look at your past and tell me you can condemn two innocent people for shit they didn't know about or had any control over?"

Fury sneered at being singled out, "You fucking know I can't."

"He's right," my brother Trash said, shocking all of my brothers, me included.

Trash never spoke. Like ever.

"Some of us have spent a lifetime trying to forget and move on from a past that was not of our making. Some succeeded. Some didn't. Not gonna let Ivy fall victim to hers. Don't care how she came to be here. I'm not throwing her away like... trash."

"Uh." Slash frowned, holding up his hand. "Am I the only one curious about what happened to Ivy's baby?"