Maverick by Ashers, LeAnn (read dune TXT) 📕

that he thinks that no one will come for him. His mom sold him. I know how cruel people are in this world. I lived that life for many years.

Maverick brings me to the truck, lifting me into the passenger seat. “Darlin’, you okay?” he asks, cupping my face.

I shake my head no—no, I am not okay. “No, I know how horrible people can be. I suffered many years of my life, Maverick. Someone bought him. You don’t buy kids unless you’ve planned bad things.”

Another fear strikes my heart as I think deeper into this. “I know you have suffered so much, baby. Once we get him back, I want to know exactly how you have suffered, so I can fucking kill whoever is responsible,” Maverick grits through his teeth, fire in his eyes.

I lean forward, resting my head in the crook of his neck, letting him hold me and make me feel safe.

Maverick

I leave Bell in the careful arms of Chrystal and make my way downstairs where the girls are.

I’m fucking terrified. I don’t want Bell to see that shit, but when I walked outside, I saw her holding Ronny’s mom so she doesn’t leave. “She sold him.”

That shit rang through my head so many fucking times.

I know one thing—she needs to suffer.

I push open the door, and the first thing I hear is Brittany’s laughter. She’s a Grim Sinners Princess like Shaylin.

I lean against the wall as the women take their anger out on her, punching her, sticking her with small knives in places that won’t cause a lot of damage.

Shaylin comes up with a pair of fingernail clippers, “Tell me where you sold him and I won’t hurt you anymore,” Shaylin mocks, grinning that fucking grin that she got from her dad.

Ronny’s mom is in agony, her face red from crying and screaming. Not one part of me feels sorry for her.

I walk over to stand next to her, to get a better view. All of the girls’ faces are drawn up with anger. Jean is cackling maniacally, knowing her turn is next.

“Fuck you, bitch!” she screams, trying to stand up in the chair. When her struggle is futile, she makes a swishing sound in her mouth before she opens her mouth to spit on Shaylin.

I clamp her mouth shut, gripping her face hard. “Spit on her and I will finish it myself,” I threaten.

Her eyes widen at my threat. “I fucking mean that shit. I would love to hurt you—maybe we should call in Butcher? I know he would love to help,” I lie.

Shaylin grins wider. “Let me text him right now.” She takes out her phone and shoots a text.

I know he’ll be through that door in seconds. Butcher is a scary motherfucker. Girls ran away from him, but Shaylin didn’t.

I know this is affecting Shaylin. Her daughter Tianna went through similar shit with a mother who tried to sell her.

Trafficking is a real fucking thing. We have seen first-hand how that shit affects the victims.

Right on cue, Butcher walks in. Ronny’s mom starts screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to push the chair back like that will help her get away.

I hear something trickling onto the floor. I move my foot over just in time before she gets piss on my shoe.

Shaylin laughs. “Shit, you made her piss herself.” She winks at Butcher, who smiles at her slightly—that shit is reserved only for her.

“I will tell you!” she screams when Butcher walks up to her, stopping in front of her.

“Tell us or you’ll regret it.” Butcher grins, looking scary as fuck.

She starts rattling off numbers, addresses and names when Bell runs into the room. “Maverick, I just remembered! He has my phone—he was playing a game!” She stops when she takes in the scene.

“Fuck yes!” Alisha fist pumps the air and runs out of the room.

Bell walks over to me, looking at Ronny’s mom. “Once we get him back, I want to speak to her.” She takes my hand, not looking at her again.

I lead her to Techy’s office. He is a fucking computer genius. Alisha is sitting next to him on her own computer.

“He’s at a house on the outskirts of town. It’s thirty minutes from here.”

Lane, my president, walks in the room. Techy fills him in. “Let’s fucking ride.”

I grin. I can’t fucking wait to put some bullets in these fuckers. “I’m going with you.” Bell grips my hand hard so I can’t break away from her.

“Darlin’, it’s not safe.”

She shakes her head. “He will need me. I’ll stay in the truck.” Her big, beautiful eyes stare up at me. I can see how much pain she’s in.

My chest fucking hurts too.

“Okay, baby.” I kiss her softly, and her tears mingle with the kiss.

Lane smiles at the both of us. “Should I order it?” he asks.

I smirk, knowing he means the cut we give our ole ladies. “Order it.” He laughs and Bell gives me a weird look.

You’ll know soon.

* * *

I pull the truck to a stop right outside the line of sight of the house. The bikes pull up behind us

I turn to look at Bell. “Baby, don't get out of this truck. I’ll bring him to you.”

She nods. “I won’t move.”

I lean over and kiss her. Fuck, I am so gone for her. I get out and she locks the door behind me. I laugh slightly at that.

Konrad, Walker and Derek run through the woods so they can get behind the house in case they try to escape out of the back.

Me, Lane, Kyle, Liam, Smiley and Aiden are going through the front door first, and the other members are surrounding the house to make sure they don't get away.

No fucker in that house willingly is getting out alive. I will trace down every person associated with this shit.

I look at Bell one last time in my truck before we come into view of the house. It’s a white house, the floor on the