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are churning. Ash goes to say something but then thinks
better of it and I can feel him watching me as I enter the house.
My hand frozen on the door handle I turn and say, “What's he got
you doing?” Ash looks annoyed. “The usual violence and
intimidation, I seem to just follow the others and back them up.
“So how come you were at the bar earlier? I don't buy the fact that
you were there just to check on me.” Ash grins. “You can't escape
the fact little sis that we are all related. We knew that you were
in trouble the moment that girl touched you. All we did was close
our eyes and we could see where you were. Don't tell me that you
don't feel it too, it's what we do. We may not choose to be a
family but we are one whether we like it or not.” Looking back at
him I say quietly, “Thanks, maybe it's not so bad to have brothers
after all.” I leave him outside and almost before the door closes I
hear his bike roar away. Taking a deep breath I steel myself to
face my father. This is not going to be much fun that much I do
know.
    Reaching his den I go to
knock but he calls me in before I even lay a hand on the door. With
a heavy sigh I push the door open and go inside. The room is fairly
large but very intimidating. The décor is dark and oppressive and
there are heavy drapes at the window and dark heavy furniture
littering the room. There are wall to wall bookcases groaning
underneath the weight of thousands of books. We are all encouraged
to read at least one of them every day. My father's favourite
saying is, knowledge is
power , and he practices it every day. We
all have a special gift where we just have to look at a page in a
book and it is absorbed into our memory. Handy at school and this
particular gift has served me well over the years. I approach the
large intimidating desk and stand nervously in front of my
father.
    Devlin Knight is a powerful
man. He is good looking and appears to be able to get any woman he
wants. He has a certain charm about him that they apparently cannot
resist. Most of my brothers look like him as do I. Only the twins
look more like their mother which is probably why he indulges them
so much. According to them their mother was his one true love. That
I don't believe because he obviously hasn't got a heart. If he has
it is of the blackest variety. He has no conscience and just does
whatever he wants at all times. He looks up and then sits back in
his chair and gestures for me to sit down opposite him. I set my
expression to blank as I don't want to let him inside my head. I
don't know why I think that this will make a difference because he
knows everything anyway.
    As he looks at me I can see his
mind working away. He is always so intimidating and puts me on
edge. He stares at me and speaks in his deep slow voice. “You've
been avoiding me young lady.” I don't say anything and just stare
at him with a blank expression. He raises his eyes and his
expression is curious. I shrug, “Maybe.” Leaning forward his eyes
don't leave mine for a second. “When you're here Scarlett I want to
spend time with you. The whole point of these visits is for us to
get to know each other as a family. There is much I need to teach
you and you need to understand where you come from.” I shrug and
looking down breaking eye contact before he sees how much he
unnerves me. Settling back in his chair he says, “So what did you
learn today?” Before I can stop myself I snap, “That this town is
full of creeps who prey on young girls.” I can feel his anger
growing as the atmosphere changes in the room. He says menacingly,
“You've got a smart mouth young lady just like your mother. Don't
let me have to silence it like I did hers.” Tears prick behind my
eyes at the mention of my mother. She was a lot like me as I
understand it and was a difficult conquest for him to crack. It
just seemed to make him more determined to have her, a battle that
he won in the end – as always. The trouble is when the