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Will grabbed Abby. “Get to the car. I’m getting Dad.”

“And Mr. Rutherford. Bruce Tyler hurt him badly,” Abby said, almost sobbing. This time, her crying was from fear and pain not selfish bitchiness like it usually was. Will didn’t like his sister one damned bit, but she was his sister . He wasn’t going to truly let anything happen to her. He just wasn’t. “Go. Get to the car. Stay down.”

“Who is that coming?”

“That’s Toby and probably a few other guys. Hayden too.” Guys he knew. Guys he trusted. “I told them about Bruce and they are wanting to take him down. Just get out of their way. Stay out of their way, no matter what.”

Will nudged his sister toward Braelyn’s car. “Go.”

He was going to get his dad and get them all away from there forever. No matter what.

Then he went back inside the house he’d lived in as a baby. The house that should have been his one day. There was barely anything decent left about it.

It hurt him to see.

This was all that was left of his family legacy. Their home.

They were nothing.

Nothing more than the junk that had been left behind.