by S L Davies
“I haven’t hurt your family,” he said incredulously, “they are not your biological siblings.”
“Adaline and Harley, they are my family, biological or not, and if my calculations are right, Kodiak and Finnbarr have now found your little hovel of sin.”
Right on cue, Finnbarr came through the door, “it’s all their Little Raven, and it’s fucked, so very fucked.”
Branwen turned back to Benjamin and smiled evilly at him. “Right up we get Benjamin,” she said, as she reached out and tugged on his arm.
Benjamin shook his head, his mouth opening and shutting like a fish, he was frozen in fear, it was a state that Branwen had dealt with before. Finnbarr came into the room and reached under Benjamin’s arms and pulled him out of bed. Branwen glanced over her shoulder at Audrey, her eyes were wide, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Branwen was still undecided what to do with her. There was no way that Audrey didn’t know what was going on right under her nose. She might not have been aware that Benjamin had sold Branwen, but there was no convincing her that Audrey wasn’t aware that Benjamin was orchestrating the rape of Adaline and many other girls, using his sons.
“Bring her,” Branwen said over her shoulder as she followed Finnbarr out the door and towards the secret room.
Once they were inside the room, Finnbarr shoved Benjamin into a seat that had been situated beside a small bed, covered in teddy bears. Branwen looked around at the walls and felt bile rise in her throat as she took in the various photos that were dotted around the place. They were all sexually explicit of girls varying in age, the more she looked, the more she realised that the photos were Adaline.
“You, sick cunt,” Branwen growled, slapping Benjamin hard across the face, with the back of her hand.
The crack sounded throughout the room and Benjamin’s head snapped back. When he looked back at her, a dribble of blood ran down his chin from his lip.
“How dare you do that, to your daughter? Making your son’s fuck a child that you called your own?” Branwen growled as she drew herself closer to Benjamin.
He looked at her with venom and hatred. A gasp sounded behind them and when Branwen looked over her shoulder she saw Audrey looking at the pictures, her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide. Tears ran down over her cheeks and a sob broke free from her throat.
“How the fuck did you not know what your husband was doing?” Branwen growled rounding on Audrey.
Audrey shook her head and stared at Branwen, her hands shaking, “I. I knew something was wrong, Adaline wasn’t herself, she wasn’t happy, she was broken. I just thought he was beating her, like he did the boys, I didn’t know he was doing this to her.”
“Oh yeah, he did this to her, and do you know what else he did? He made your son’s fuck her, raped her at the age of eleven. That’s what the beatings were for, that’s why he beat Harley, he refused to rape her when she was seven. Fucking seven,” Branwen spat.
Audrey’s eyes widened further and her face paled, she turned to Benjamin and narrowed her eyes. Suddenly Audrey lurched out of Karney’s hold and ran towards Benjamin. Her fists were curled as she launched an attack on her husband, punching him in the head and chest.
“You promised me, you promised me that if you got us a daughter that she would be safe. You fucking promised me, but you are a monster, no better than Dennis or your father,” Audrey screamed.
Branwen stood back and let Audrey beat her husband, to give back some of what he took. Benjamin blocked his face, as Audrey screamed incoherently and continued to punch him.
“What the fuck?” a voice spoke from behind them. In the doorway Colton, Ryan and Harley stood watching their mother beat their father. “Are you going to stop her?”
“No,” Branwen said, “it’s the least he deserves for what he did to not only her but all of you.”
Colton frowned before he turned and looked away. Branwen went to him and put her hands on his shoulders, “Colton, I’m ending this today, your da, he won’t do this anymore, I’m not going to let him hurt Adaline. And if that means I must end you- I will do that too.”
Colton looked up at her with wide eyes, unshed tears were on his lower lashes as he slowly shook his head, “ he is not my father, he was never my father, and will never be my father, end him,” he said quietly with a voice filled with venom as he glared over Branwen’s shoulder at Benjamin.
Branwen nodded and squeezed Colton’s shoulder, in that moment she could see that he regretted what he had to do, that he didn’t agree with Benjamin. He wasn’t like his father. He was just a better actor than his brothers. He did what he had to, to survive, she couldn’t begrudge him that.
Branwen turned back to Audrey who was breathing heavily and slumped against Kodiak’s chest. Benjamin’s face was scratched, and his cheek had blood smeared on it.
“You are not going to live the rest of the night, but I do have a few questions before I kill you,” Branwen said as she hopped to where Benjamin was seated.
“If you are going to kill me, anyway, why would I answer you?” he asked.
Branwen smiled and took the bag that Karney held in his hand. She set it silently on the bed and unfolded the leather pouch, revealing a series of tools, that she used for torture. “Oh, you will answer me,” she said.
Benjamin’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, “who are you?” he whispered.
“Well funny you ask. You see, when my da and Uncle Dyfed found me, they had just killed the junkies that your brother sold me to, for owing the Murphy family money. Da and Uncle Dyfed found me hiding in the bedroom. According to my da, I was naked from the waist down and bleeding from my vagina. I was so skinny that he could count my ribs. I was filthy dirty and stunk like shit, urine and vomit,” Branwen said as tears welled in her eyes, she blinked to sweep them away, this man didn’t deserve her tears.
“I didn’t speak a word, but apparently I clung to my da, I seemed to know that he was there to save me. He took me home to my mam who bathed me and healed my wounds and then patiently helped me to heal mentally. I don’t have any memory of that. In fact, I was so small that my da estimated my age, it turns out he was out by three years. I was five, fucking five, and he thought me to be two. But I was lucky, I was found by the patriarch head of the Murphy family, the most notorious crime family in Northern Ireland. Then when I was fifteen, I met Kodiak there, and his dad was the head of the Russian family, the Isakov family.”
Benjamin’s eyes widened and he looked at Kodiak, “ah I see you’ve heard of us,” Kodiak said with a wicked grin stretching across his face.
Benjamin nodded, and frowned. Branwen smiled at him, “yes, well you see the Isakov family and Murphy family joined together to become one big family. And now what the Murphy family has the Isakov family has also and vice versa. So, to answer your question Benjamin, I am the most notoriously bad bitch you’ll ever fucking meet.”
“Ready to answer my questions?” Branwen asked.
Benjamin nodded his head and sighed, he looked down into his lap, seemingly defeated, “great, the only question I have is why did you sell me?”
“I would have thought you would be happy that I sold you, seeing as life turned out great for you,” Benjamin answered.
Branwen snapped her hand out and slapped Benjamin hard across the face. His head snapped back, and he glared back at her, “my life only turned out great, because of luck, you sold me to a sex trafficking ring, one that raped me from god knows what age,” she growled.
“I sold you, because I’m not my father, I didn’t want biological kids, I knew that I would produce the movies, I knew that I would take the kids in order to do that, but first I needed a son, I didn’t want girls first,” Benjamin said with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You needed boys to make your videos, you didn’t want to appear in the movies, so you needed sons to do it for you,” Branwen said.
“If the boys did it and got caught, they were underage too, the penalty was less for them,�
�� he answered.
It suddenly made sense to Branwen - he needed the boys to cover his own ass. If he got caught, he would spend years in jail. However, if the boys got caught fucking underage girls, and filming it, then they would likely get a shorter sentence or possibly even a slap on the wrist with the right lawyer. Bile rose in Branwen’s throat. She turned to Benjamin and pointed her gun at his head, pulling the trigger, feeling the familiar kick of the recoil in her wrist. Benjamin’s head snapped back as the bullet penetrated his brain with the soft pop of the suppressor. Audrey suddenly catching up with what happened screamed and covered her mouth and turned into Kodiak’s chest sobbing.
“Well that was anticlimactic,” Branwen said with a sigh.
She turned to see all four of her siblings standing behind her. Their eyes were all wide and their faces pale, but not a single tear was being shed, which told Branwen so much.
“I’ll ring Carter,” Karney said.
Branwen nodded her head and watched as Karney left the room to ring Carter so that he could organise the clean-up. “Right, who wants to come back to Northern Ireland with us?” Branwen asked.
“You want us to come back with you?” Adaline said quietly.
“Yep, family looks after each other, and if you want to be a part of my family, that takes place in Northern Ireland. You can either come back, or I can find your biological families, the ones that Benjamin stole you from, chances are that you will end up in the foster system until they are found. It’s up to you all,” she said turning to look at Audrey who was still sobbing but had turned to face her children.
Audrey shook her head, “I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry,” she whispered.
Harley glared at her and said nothing, Colton turned his back, while Ryan looked down at the ground, Adaline stepped forward towards her mother. Suddenly she recoiled her hand and slapped Audrey’s cheek hard. Audrey touched her cheek that was blooming red.
“How could you not have known?” Adaline hissed at Audrey.
Audrey shook her head, “I. I didn’t know, I promise I didn’t know,” she stammered.
“Audrey, if you had known, would you have stopped it? Or would you have ignored it just like the beatings?” Branwen asked.
Audrey looked at Branwen with wide eyes, but the look on her face answered the question. Even if she had known what was going on, she wouldn’t have stopped it, she would have turned a blind eye. Branwen hopped towards Audrey, who put her hands up in surrender.
“Audrey, I’m not going to kill you, but I want you to disappear. I will provide the means for you to do that. But you are to never contact those kids again, you are to pretend they are dead, do you understand?” Branwen asked narrowing her eyes at Audrey, who nodded her head, “good, because if you ever contact them again, I will kill you.”
Branwen turned back towards her siblings, “so what do you want to do?” she asked.
“I want to come to Northern Ireland with you,” Harley said.
“Me too,” Adaline said, taking Harley’s hand in hers.
“I do as well,” Colton said.
“I do too,” Ryan said.
“Great, well you will have to have new identities, there are some laws even I can’t get around unfortunately. But we have some passports for you, that I organised last night on the off chance that you wanted to return to Northern Ireland with us, and we will be on the plane later this afternoon,” Branwen explained.
Harley, Colton, Ryan and Adaline nodded. Branwen noticed that Adaline drew on Harley’s strength and she wondered if it was because she could see how much he regretted what their father made him do. She just hoped that they were doing the right thing, and she hoped with everything she had that there wasn’t going to be a day that she was going to have to put a bullet in one of their heads too.
Chapter Thirty
By the time they arrived back at the airport, Branwen thought that her sibling’s eyes were going to pop out of their heads. She knew that she lived the life of luxury, the Murphy family and Isakov family were rich. She knew she lacked for nothing and was grateful for that. It still, however amazed her to see particularly Adaline’s face as she took in everything.
“I’ve never been into the city before,” Adaline said looking out the window with wide eyes as the limousine drove towards the airport where their plane was stored.
“Really? But it’s so close,” Branwen said.
“She wasn’t allowed to leave the house,” Ryan explained.
Branwen hadn’t spoken a lot to the seventeen-year-old, not that she had, had much to do with any of them, but Ryan was quiet and reserved, he didn’t speak a great deal. “Were you boys allowed out of the house?” she asked.
Ryan shrugged his shoulder and looked over at Harley, “sometimes, Harley was allowed out more often because dad thought he was meeting others like dad, to meet their daughters.”
Branwen’s eyes widened as she looked at Harley. Adaline was still pressed into his side as she stared out the window. Harley looked up and shook his head, “I lied to him, a lot. Sometimes he caught me, but most of the time he didn’t. I never met a single man, I wanted nothing to do with it. I hated what he did, I hated him,” Harley spat.
Branwen nodded her head and sighed, “how old were you Ryan when your da first made you be with someone,” she asked.
Ryan looked down at his lap, before giving Adaline a quick glance, “I was thirteen,” he said quietly.
“It wasn’t with Adaline then?” she asked.
Ryan shook his head, “no, it was with another girl, she was fourteen. I don’t know who she was, or where she came from, but she was drugged. Dad said I had to practice. I didn’t want to- I couldn’t keep it up. In the end the girl told me it was alright, that she wanted me to fuck her and I was able to get the job done. After that dad kept bringing girls to me, and they progressively got younger and younger. I hated it, and begged him to stop, but he told me that I had to help pay my way for the family and this was how I had to do it.”
“Wait, so you were never with Adaline?” she asked.
“No, only Harley was made to be with me, the rest were dad’s disgusting fat friends. At least when Harley did it, I knew he hated it,” Adaline said as she looked up at Harley like he hung the moon. Branwen frowned, she knew that Adaline would have residual issues, but she felt that the issues might run a lot deeper than she first suspected.
Branwen shook her head, she wanted to go back and torture their father all over again. She looked between the three boys. “This will never happen again. You have my word. Never again. From now on you will only have sex when you want to have sex, not because anyone makes you. And Adaline, I will never let anyone hurt you again. And if anyone does, it won’t be a bullet they get, but I will torture them until they are begging for death. And if any of you boys, touch a girl who is not your age again, I will have no hesitation in putting a bullet between your eyes also. Do we understand each other?” Branwen growled.
All three of the boy’s eyes widened as they nodded their heads, “I think I can speak for all three of us, we hated what that man did to us and Adaline and never want to be like him. I can’t say for the others but if I ever looked at a child and found any sexual attraction, I would put a bullet in my own head,” Colton said, as he curled his lip in disgust.
Branwen nodded, “very well. One more thing though,” she said turning and pinning Harley with a look, and pointing between him and Adaline, “this ends today, if you want a relationship with her, then you wait until she is sixteen which is the legal age of consent in Northern Ireland, but until then you keep your hands away from her.”
Harley’s eyes near bulged out of his head and he quickly glanced down at Adaline and then back up at Branwen, “there will never be a relationship there,” he said shaking his head.
The look of hurt on Adaline’s face wasn’t hard to miss. Branwen although she didn’t completely understand what was going on in the girl’s head, she did recognise it was a ca
se of Stockholm syndrome. Harley treated her right, and the other men that went through her didn’t. Harley hated what his father made him do, so Adaline clung to that regret. However, it couldn’t continue and Branwen had to snap the head off immediately. Adaline was going to need help, serious help, that Branwen would give any amount of dollar to get her the help she needed.
“So, do you have questions for us about where you are heading?” Branwen asked with a smile as she changed the subject.
“Are you bad guys?” Adaline asked.
“Yes,” Branwen said, “you will see more guns, than you have ever seen in your life, you will meet people that will shoot someone without a second thought, we aren’t the good guys, and we do bad things, but you are all protected as part of the Murphy and Isakov family, I mean it when I say no one will ever hurt you again.”
“I believe you,” Adaline answered.
“How are we going to get into Northern Ireland?” Harley asked.
Kodiak rummaged in a bag pulling out a stack of passports, “with these. These are your new passports, and when we get back to Northern Ireland, you will have new birth certificates and identities. You are all now Murphy’s, so welcome to the family.”
“Do we still have the same first name?” Colton asked.
“If you want to change it, we can do that when we get back to Northern Ireland, but for now, and on the plane ride home, then yes, you will still have the same first name,” Kodiak answered.
“How does,” Ryan asked pointing between Branwen, Karney, Kodiak and Finnbarr, “work?”
“You mean our relationship?” Branwen asked.
Ryan nodded, “I mean there are three men and one woman, how does that work?”
“Have you ever heard the term polyamory?” Branwen asked. Ryan shook his head as he listened to what she told him. “Well polyamory mean’s one person in a relationship with more than one. It isn’t cheating, there is a difference. Cheating, the other parties don’t know that you’re having a relationship with others. Polyamory, however, is when all parties agree on sharing one person. In our case, I and Karney are straight, however, Kodiak and Finnbarr are bisexual. They not only share a relationship with me, but also each other.”