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Chapter 27

Zoe

Cole's smoking gun was above my head as the bullet soared through the air and collided with Hunter's leg. I tried to scream out and reach for him but Cole then shoved the tip of the gun into my mouth. I was pushing and clawing at his hands before he could pull the trigger. 

Then another shot was fired but it wasn't the one I thought it was. Instead, Cole dropped to the ground next to me bleeding through his head. The gun he held fell into my lap so I grabbed it and stood to my feet. 

A boy I did not recognize popped up next to me and examined my face. 

"Are you alright Zoe?" he asked me and I nodded in confusion. "I'm Chris, a friend of Hunter's."

"Thank you for saving me," I let out my breath and then watched as Drake went to lean in for his son. Without even processing what I was doing I shot the leader in the shoulder and he fell to the side. 

Taking a step closer to the two boys I then felt this rage within me. I looked into this man's eyes and wanted him dead. He did not deserve a life here anymore with the shit he's caused. So, I shot him in the stomach. 

"You're a pathetic excuse for a leader." The words were rolling off my tongue on their own. "You're a worthless father. You're trash."

Drake looked to his son then as they both were on the ground bleeding. "I'm sorry son," Drake surprised us all. 

I heard the sound of slow clapping behind me over the loud bangs from the battle that was occurring around us. When I turned around my jaw nearly hit the floor and my eyes became wide. Never would I even think I'd see these people again but there they were standing clean. 

"Dad?" Chris and I said in unison and then we both snapped our necks to look at each other. Did he just say what I think he did?

"The confusion in their eyes is very amusing, don't you think my wife?" my father chuckled to my mother standing beside him. "Oh, you must be wondering what is going on. Will you allow me to explain?"

I didn't even answer him and even though I had the opportunity to shoot him right here my brain wouldn't let me. I had an urge to know what was happening. 

"Drake, great work at turning into a pussy," my father threw over my shoulder. I didn't even turn around to look at Hunter and his father because I couldn't take my eyes off the rapist in front of me. "Zoe here is wearing your balls Drake. How does that make you feel?"

"Start talking!" Chris shouted next to me as he pointed his gun directly at my father's head.

"Of course son, of course," father gently spoke. "Let us start at the beginning, shall we? For starters, you two are siblings. Chris, you could have made something with your life. You could have been in my position one day, giving orders and taking shit from no one."

"Fuck you!" Chris blasted. 

"I am not the enemy here son. I was trying to give you a great life. But you left us before we could explain anything to you."

"You were a sick son of a bitch," Chris snapped. "You were cold people, I could tell there was something seriously wrong with you."

My mother was cackling and never took her eyes off me. 

"Because you ran off, your mother and I tried to conceive another boy," our father continued. "It is your fault that Zoe was born. She wasn't what we hoped for and we hated her for that. A girl could never take my position, they're too weak."

"Can you get to the fucking point?" I blurted. "Why are you here?"

My father's eyes locked on with mine and I gulped. The images of his naked sweaty body on me flashed through my mind which made me feel sick. I could feel a vile taste spreading from my throat and tried to hold in my vomit. I could feel the dizziness blurring my brain.