Convict

Chapter 1- Grey

Andre’s fucking voice beat at my head like ice picks to the ears. What was he yammering on about?
Parker’s voice joined in. But both were too muffled for me to make out what they were saying. Bastards. Couldn’t even let me sleep off my hangover in peace.
I readjusted my head on the pillow. Holy fuck. That hurt.
Groaning, I stopped. Their voices stopped too.
“Grey.” Andre’s voice echoed around my head as he touched my shoulder. “You alive, you fucking asshole?”
He needed to get the fuck away before I taught him another lesson in the gym. It’d been too long since he’d sparred with me. Even with my body on fire, I could still kick his ass.
Why was I hurting like this?
I reached for the last thought before I went to sleep. The recesses of my mind were so thick and my thoughts so jumbled I couldn’t pick out the last thing I did. Or saw.
The strain of searching increased the throbbing pain in my temples. What the hell had happened to me?
I peeled my eyes open and found Andre bent over me. His lips were pressed together like when he was livid with one of us. Too fucking bad if it was me. He had a better chance of getting Lafe clean and sober.
“You with us now?”
Blinking again, I raised my hand. “Water,” I croaked.
My mouth tasted like shit and I was dehydrated as hell.
Andre rolled his eyes and walked away. I closed mine and opened them again when I heard him coming back. The lid crackled as he broke the seal.
I slowly pushed myself up and sat back against the pillows. He handed me the water and I took long, healthy pulls from the bottle. Parker had his arms crossed and his chin tucked as he leaned against the wall. Lafe sat in the window seat with one leg up, staring out the window.
Glancing down, I caught sight of the red and purpling bruises over my chest, stomach, and sides. Damn, I didn’t think anything was broken, but I should still see Doc, just in case.
If I wasn’t mistaken, this was the hotel on the other side of Vicente’s city.
After finishing off the bottle, I tossed it into the trash next to the bed. Andre had started pacing, muttering under his breath.
I snapped my head up. Where was Amorette?
“Where is she?” I growled, fisting my hands against the sheet. If they let her run…
The fights. And Bruno fucking drugging me.
“Where the fuck is she?” I yelled when none of my goddamn brothers answered me.
Andre sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face me. “I guess I’ll be the damn adult.” He tossed Parker and Lafe a glare. “Vicente took her.”
Lafe tensed like he had something to say, but he remained quiet.
“Then we fucking get her back.” I tried to swing my legs over the side, but pain radiated down my leg. Bruno had caught me on my fucking hip with his meat tenderizer.
“Sure, Grey. Let’s walk right into Vicente’s hands after he tried to have you killed.” Andre paused to take in a deep, calming breath. “We can’t go off half-cocked to get her back when we don’t even know where she is. Do you think he’d just leave her at his mansion?”