Page 81 of Sadistic Retribution

We quickly update the situation to them.

Synn's face turns purple. “Motherfucker! I will kill him!”

The others also curse and threaten death to their fathers.

Purge shouts to get control over all the yelling. “Guys, we have solid proof now. They're done. We've got them dead-to-rights!”

Frost slowly smiles. “They can’t hold anything over us anymore. This changes everything!”

Synn looks right at me. “Go do your recon, or whatever. We need to talk privately.”

I roll my eyes. “I was going to do that, anyway.”

I look at Pretty Girl as I go to leave. She looks away.

“Soon, my love, soon,” I say to myself.

Chapter 28

Synn

Once Harris left,we needed to come to a decision. I'm well aware of Pazessca sitting in the living room. We left the door open to Purge’s room so we can hear it if she tries to leave. We speak in low voices, not wanting her to hear us. "We need to decide on what to do about that important issue. I think it’ll be the only thing that can bring her back.”

Frost agrees. “I think so, too. I was hoping Harris would do it, but she’s not responding to him at all—or anything else.”

“Bro, I just want my Bambi back,” Trikk pouts.

“Yeah, I miss Fiasca. She helps calm my violence,” Razor chimes in, scrubbing a hand over his eyes.

“You know I agree,” Purge adds. “The need to Rage Out lessens when she’s nearby.”

I turn to look at Ghost, who’s lingering in the background, hood up, head down. He's the one I’m most worried about. I've never seen him like this before. “Ghost?”

He looks up at me. “Yes. Malishka must come back. I can’t live without her.” Tears well in his eyes, and he turns away.

“It’s decided, then. Frost and I will put the wheels in motion.”

“Until then, she should go back to her room. I can’t stress this enough. At least one of us needs to be camped out outside her door at all times so she doesn’t leave,” Frost says, looking at all of us.

“So, we’re all in agreement, then? Ghost and Trikk—go watch her for now. Razor, hang back. You'll be the one to most easily help with the issue.”

Everyone murmurs their agreement. I blow out a loud breath, freaked that we’re doing this, anarchy-style. Our fathers can’t do shit to us now. It's up to us—as it should have always been.

Phoenyxx

I've tried the front door already, but it’s fucking locked. I don’t know what they’re all whispering about in there, but I’m getting very restless. I need out of this cage! I have much more blood to spill.

I try to go spy, but I still can’t hear shit. I pace back and forth in the living room, hoping these fuckers let me the fuck out of here before I go ballistic, and shed their blood.

Finally, they exit Purge’s bedroom. Frost speaks directly to me. “You’re going back to your room with Ghost and Trikk. You will STAY there until further notice. You won’t be able to leave—they'll be watching you. Ponimayesh?”

“Russian?” I roll my eyes dramatically. “How cliche of you. Fuck you all. Just take me back, assholes.”

Trikk sidles up on my left side, taking my arm. Ghost rolls up to my right, doing the same. They march me out and to my dorm.

Hunter

Once I'm safely back inside my place, I lock the door and move to the bedroom. I pull out my phone, calling Jax. He picks up before the first ring ends.