A Demon's Soul

have to remove the clothes from her to see what’s going on. Connors was just putting the kids in their room and she’ll be here soon. It would probably be best if you left this to us for right this minute.”
I’d heard what happened with Jordan, how Badger had found her nearly lifeless, so I’m sure this is probably hitting close to home for her.
Nodding my head, I do as she says and lay Mackenzie on the bed and step away. “If she wakes up just tell her I’m right outside,” I murmur, not once taking my eyes off of my Starlight.
“I’ll make sure she knows, Lex. Just go talk to the guys,” Jordan says softly from the other side of the bed where she was putting on a pair of latex gloves.
Clearing my throat, I meet Jordan’s gaze. “Today’s her birthday. She’s eighteen and I’m a hundred percent sure she’s been raped by my uncle.” Why did I tell this woman something so personal? I don’t know.
“Lex, go talk to the guys. Clear your head. I’ve got her and if she was, then Connors and I’ll make sure she’s good. You might want to call her family.” At Jordan’s urging, I shake my head.
“Not until I know what’s going on with her,” I mutter as another thought occurs to me. If Justin is doing this shit to Mackenzie, is he hurting my sister as well?
“Alright, Lex.” She nods.
“What do we have here?” Connors demands as she strides into the room, her eyes focusing solely on Mackenzie while she moves to wash her hands.
Jordan relates to her what I’d said and goes about gently removing Mackenzie’s clothes from her body. Reluctantly, I turn and leave the room; however, I know I can trust these two women with my Starlight.
Walking to the main room, I’m hit by a wall of tension as every one of the men standing there are waiting for me to explain. I open my mouth to speak but shut it.
“Lex, brother, you’re gonna have to tell us what the fuck happened and who is she? Shit, is she even legal?” Twister demands.
Gripping my hands together behind my head, I let out a deep breath. “That’s my little sister’s best friend, Mackenzie. As of this morning, yeah, she’s legal. I don’t know what all fuckin’ happened but I do know the man responsible is my uncle and soon to be a dead man. Once I get out of here, I intend to go put a bullet in his head.”
“Easy, Lex. You can’t go out there and just kill someone, especially your uncle without knowing all the facts,” Horse states.
“The hell I can’t. Do you know who my uncle is?” I don’t even give him a chance to answer before I snap. “Justin Keahi, the owner of the Lounge and loan shark scumbag.”
“We know that Justin is your uncle,” Twister mutters, running his hands through his hair. “But Horse is right, you can’t go killing Keahi. How about we all sit down, call Hunter, Chaz, and Tanner? Once we get them here, we’ll explain why.”
“I gotta call my sister and talk to her. Not only is it Mackenzie’s birthday, it’s Anabelle’s,” I grumble. I need to make sure she’s good.
“That would be a good idea. Why don’t you have her come to the clubhouse? She will probably want to see her friend,” Badger speaks up from where he’s silently watching and listening. Glancing in his direction, I meet his dark eyes. The tick in his jaw tells me everything I already know. Seeing me carry Mackenzie into the clubhouse had to have been like history repeating itself in his head. Then again Jordan’s shit was completely different.
As far as I know it’s not the same, I have a feeling Mackenzie’s shit is worse.
Nodding, I step to one of the tables and pull out a chair. As I take a seat, several of the members of the club join me. Burner being one of them along with Rage.
Rage is the first to speak up. “I’m calling Cleo in. If what was done to that girl is like I’m thinking Cleo can help.”
“Same with Ally, I’ve already sent her a text,” Burner grunts.
“Thanks, you all don’t have to do all that. The club has already done a lot this past year for all of us,” I protest.
“Lex, man. Doesn’t matter if we’ve done shit or not for you and your brothers. You guys might not be official members of the club; however, that doesn’t mean you’re not a part of this club by extension,” Twister rumbles as he plants his ass in a chair directly next to me. “Now call your sister and get her here. Might as well get her mom here as well.”
Fucking hell, this is not going to be good and Mackenzie is going to be pissed but Twister’s right. I need to call Lisa, get her here along with my sister. I know before I even call Lisa, I have two other people to call. One being to Nick, Lisa’s going to need him. The other being Finley, my cousin. She’s going to be the key to getting what I want from my uncle.
Sighing, I pull my phone out of my pocket and find Nick’s number. As I put it to my ear, I look up to see the men sitting at the table with me staring at me as the line rings.
“Lex, son, what are you doing calling when you should be here by now?” Nick asks.
“Sorry, Nick. Look, are you near Lisa?”
“No, she’s in the kitchen finishing up cooking dinner for the girls, since they both missed out on their birthday breakfast bonanza Lisa fixed for them. Anabelle slept in and Mackenzie was up and out of the house first thing this morning. What’s up son?”
Closing my eyes, I lift a hand to pinch the bridge of my nose. “I need you to bring Lisa and my sister to the DRMC clubhouse,” I pause briefly