You’re Elias’s youngest son. Most people called you the fuck up of the family. You didn’t join your brothers, Hesh and Logan, in the military and didn’t enjoy family time.

You were different and they all knew that. Hugs were a no go, Elias just about got away with ruffling your hair. But touching for too long made you physically sick. They respected that and left you alone most of the time.

Hesh would send you a text every Monday morning checking you were okay and if you weren’t he went home and sat with you until you were okay.

Then you disappeared. Out of the blue. It wasn’t like you. Your phone was left at home and you’d taken nothing. Something was wrong.

When Elias explained the situation to the other Ghosts, Merrick got suspicious quickly. You pretty much lived on your own, didn’t have friends, weren’t social and kept to yourself. Trafficking.

The team searched everywhere and used anything they could to find you. It took months but eventually they got a lead and it was Hesh who found you.

“Get your filthy hands off my fucking brother.” Hesh all but growled at the man with his hands on you.