She didn't believe that he was the leader of the Snakes, he could tell from how she reacted. His cock throbbed when she folded her arms, displaying her breasts to him once more. It was hard to keep his focus on her eyes but somehow he managed it. He flashed back to an earlier time when he had helped care for her after their father had used her for a punching bag. That memory helped him to harden his resolve to keep her in the house until Monday at the least. He was going to use this as an excuse to start the process of forcing the bastard to release his grip on Anna.<br/><br/>"Conda is short for Anaconda. Boa was cooking breakfast when I went downstairs to get it," he began explaining. "Did you not look at the jacket I gave you? Our symbol is on the back of the collar. Goose is short for Mongoose. I humiliated Rattler to the point that the gang ejected him as their leader and put me in his place. There are a few others but I'll hold off on introducing you to them. You're not going anywhere. Those rags that your parents claim are clothes are being washed right now. Haven't you noticed that the whispers and snide remarks have lessened since Wednesday? Why should you go back to that hell you call home? Are you that anxious to have that wall of flesh run into you again? Maybe this time it will break a few bones again instead of just some blood vessels. Do you honestly consider yourself not worthy of compassion or caring?"<br/><br/>In his anger, he didn't notice that he had slipped up. How would Goose know that their father had broken her arm and collar bone before? He could imagine himself beating that bastard to a pulp for all the shit he had caused to happen to his son, James. That was nothing compared to the pain Richard was going to experience for the hell he had made of Anna's life. Goose clenched his teeth in anger and waited for Anna's answers.