Enforcer: Book Four (Princes of Prophecy) Read Online Free PDF

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    “No. I lived in care, but was adopted by the bikers. My sister didn’t have it like that. She lived here for a short time. Doesn’t talk much. Seems stupid, but she’s smart.” A kid looks away and Jason’s eyes narrow. Fuck.
    His gun is out and he’s pointing it at the kid. Jesusmaryandjoseph! I stand in front of his gun. “He fuckin’ raped her Sheila!”
    The Drake kid tackles the one Jason is aiming to shoot. Jason relaxes when Drake beats the shit out of the kid. He’s screaming the whole time, but not one kid helps the fuckin’ little rapist. Drake looks at two bigger kids and tells them to get the kid away from them. He looks at Jason. “I didn’t know. She didn’t talk, then she was just gone. Everyone knew to leave her alone. Is she okay?”
    “No, she’s not fuckin’ okay! He raped her after her stepfather did. She’s fuckin’ broke!”
    The Drake kid looks at him. “Why didn’t you take care of her? You left her to the streets.” His voice is calm and quiet.
    Jason jumps, but Taylor catches him. “He didn’t know he had a sister, Drake. He found out three days ago.” 
    Drake drops his chin. “Sorry man. I try to keep them safe, but fuckin’ bad keeps getting in. I didn’t know.”
    Taylor lets go of Jason and tells him to sit. “You can’t keep everyone safe, that’s the point, we can help.”
    “How do we know you won’t turn us all in? There are some good fuckin’ reasons for some of us to be shot of our so called homes.”
    Jason stands up. “Look, we’re fuckin’ bikers. We do what we can to make life better in and around our Brotherhood. It isn’t perfect, it isn’t always easy, but we work for good. Turning you in is the last fuckin’ thing bikers would do. Lily’s program gives you plenty of places to call your parents if that’s what you need to get to peace with yourself. We took over the PD so we don’t get hit with their fuckin’ bullshit all the time. There is a home, guidance, and medical open to you if you take the step. We aren’t asking you to believe in us. Believe in yourself enough to take the hand and get you to safe. All we are saying here is that the Brotherhood is throwing you our protection.”
    “You’re in the Brotherhood?” a kid asks Eliza.
    Taylor laughs. “Eliza and Sheila are HS. That’s High Security. We have four teams. They are the best of the best, don’t fuck with them or they just may shoot you. Jason is right. We’re offering a chance for you to do something besides sit here waiting until you’re legal. If you steal; stop now. If hurting people is your thing, stay the fuck here. If you rape or hurt someone in a sexual fashion, do not show in our towns – we may kill you. We are fuckin’ bikers doing good, but we deal our own justice – our way. There isn’t a Brother in the Club that would protect pussies that hurt people. You can come with us, or stay, your choice.”
    Drake nods. “Give us a minute.”
    The Connecticut Brother drops a bag of sandwiches. “We’ll be looking around,” Jessie says. I turn away smiling. No one will say a word to that. He wasn’t smiling when he said it and no one fucks with Jessie when he’s not smiling.
    The house is huge. Jason grabs my arm; Judy must have thrown him pictures like Dakota. He recognizes this room. I take his hand and walk behind Jessie. He talks to Brantley who’s watching from the body cam. It’s fuckin’ sad the way they lived. We come across a baby and Taylor is swearing. I pick the girl up and smile at her. She looks to be about a year old. Living in this shit hole is no longer an option now that I know she’s here. Eliza looks at me and I know she’s thinking the same thing.
    Drake calls us back out. I still have the little girl in my arms and I’m surprised when he takes her. “My niece. My sister is into drugs and took off. She was having a nap when you pulled up.”
    Taylor doesn’t give a shit. “Give her a better life Brother. This