Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Yeah. T joining Ford’s crew lit a fire under them. They’re after us and they’re not going to be happy until they have their war.”
“So, we’re going to give them war?”
“We are,” Dad confirms. I find myself frowning as I take in the repercussions of what that means. “What’s that look for?”
“We need to make sure our women are safe. Lyla and Tamsin will be big targets, so will Mom. Thea will be included because she’s a Club Princess, Bull’s daughter, Breaker’s sister, and she belongs to me. I won’t risk her getting hurt.”
“We always take care of our women,” Dad responds, studying me.
“We’re going to need more firepower,” I mutter, but I’m talking mostly to myself.
“Dom?”
“Is there a reason you couldn’t tell me that King was in town or what was going on until I demanded it?” I ask my old man point blank. There’s a lot of bitterness rolling inside of me right now and I don’t mind admitting—at least to myself—that I need him to tell me I have this wrong. I need to know he still has faith in me, if not that, I still need to know he trusts me to have the club’s back.
“You didn’t need to know yet,” Dad hedges, but I know that look on his face.
“Did Breaker know?”
“He’s our SOA, so yes.”
“So, most of the club knows, except me.”
“Not all the club,” Dad says, scrubbing his face. I study him for a minute and then I stand up. I need out of here. “Dom—”
“You know, I realize I fucked up. I’ve been actively trying to destroy myself because of it. Still, I pulled myself up and I’m fighting every damn day to be a better man. The kind of man who deserves a woman like Thea. The kind of man my brothers can look up to. I’m starting to see that the last part of that is not going to happen.”
“Damn it, son—”
“It never occurred to me that my own father would be the man to cut me out over a mistake like this, especially because a woman was involved.”
“What do you expect from me? It’s my job to worry about the club. I can’t allow men to know what’s going on until I’m sure they won’t let their guard down and jeopardize us all.”
I slam my fist down on the table, causing the whole thing to vibrate. “Say what you mean, you son of a bitch! You mean you can’t trust me. Maybe I should ask T for a position in his club and prove myself to Ford. Hell, you could exchange me for King. In your eyes, I’m sure that would be trading up. After all, he already knows what’s going on. He was in my own club’s fucking territory, comfortable as hell, while I had no idea he was allowed here. You can’t convince me that the men running our borders lately weren’t aware of it, too. Did you make positions in the club for them, Dad? That way, you could let them in on your damn secret and rationalize why you kept your own flesh and blood in the dark.”
“I make decisions for the good of the club. Not as your father!”
“Yeah, I get it. You’re a sanctimonious asshole who has done much worse than I, but hey, go ahead and fuck me over. I don’t need you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Dad asks.
I let out a laugh that is about the farthest thing you can get from being happy. The sound is chilling and filled with disgust. “Figure it out. All I’m doing is following in my father’s footsteps. The only difference is I don’t have kids to see the fallout.”
“Dom—”
“I’ll turn my cut in tomorrow. It’s clear I’m not wanted or needed.”
I stomp out, slamming the office door, feeling like I’m being cut in half. I don't know my next move, but I know I won’t do it in my father’s shadow anymore. I make it outside of the house and jump on my bike. Dad comes out just as my pipes rack and I screech out of the drive. He tries to flag me down. I ignore him. Fuck him. He can kiss my ass.
Chapter 31
Thea
Dom: Hey can u meet me on Barbourville Rd?
Me: The one you take for Flealand?
I frown wondering why in the world he wants to meet there.
Dom: Yeah. It’s above Flealand though. I’ll send the info.
Me: You sure you don’t want to meet at Mattie’s? Was going to bring pizza. I’m hungry.
Dom: Bring pizza with u. I’ll order it from Sauced. U pick it up.
Me: Ok. Are you alright, baby?
Dom: I will be when u get here.
I stare at the text as the address comes through. I’m not sure where it is. Maybe it is Killer’s address. Dom is not a big text person. He normally calls. Something just feels off. I could be overreacting because I didn’t get to hear his voice.