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)
“You thought it was?” Dancer prompts.
“I discovered that’s not the truth anymore. I don’t give a fuck what you say here. As far as I’m concerned you made your choice when you kept information from me—not from the club, but me, specifically.”
“There were others that didn’t know,” Dad snaps.
“But I was the only one you actively voted to keep out of the loop. That was a choice you all made. This is one I’m making. I’m done here.”
“You’re really going to move to Tennessee?”
“Diesel has offered me a place there. I’ve thought about it. I talked to Thea about it, but I’m not leaving here if she’s not willing to. I have other options.”
“What does that mean? Devil’s Blaze? Do you really think Thea would support you going to a club that Gabby is at day in and day out?”
“I guess that’s what you would think of me, isn’t it Dad?” I retort, his words breaking something inside of me that I didn’t even know was there. “You know what, motherfucker? I don’t owe you one damn explanation. You were my father. I know the club is always supposed to come first, but don’t you think as my own flesh and blood I deserved a head’s up?”
“I think if you’re going to be a member of the club, you should realize no one member is bigger than the collective. Decisions needed to be made. We needed to know only members who could be trusted had the details.”
“And you don’t think you could trust me?”
“Let’s just say your history doesn’t look good when it comes to putting the club first.”
I shake my head. “How did I not know you were such a sanctimonious asshole?”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Have you forgotten when I was seven and you and Mom were going through what she declared was just a rough patch?”
“What the fuck does that have to do with what’s going on here?”
“Who exactly is Deanna Moore, Dad?”
“Everybody out!” he growls. I don’t move. Seeing my father so angry would intimidate anyone, but I hold my ground. He can’t hurt me more than he’s already done.
The remaining members scatter. I can see Dad trying to control his danger, although he does a piss-poor job of it. “You need to explain to me why you feel the need to bring up personal business here—shit that could hurt your mother. Fuck, Dom, is it your intention to hurt every damn member of our family? Is Kayden next on your list?”
“Fuck you. I’m saying you’re the last asshole who has a right to punish me over the shit me and T went through when your choices nearly destroyed our whole family! You don’t think I didn’t hear you and Mom fighting? I may have only been seven, but I remember her tears. I remember her packing us up and going to stay with Dani and Crusher for a while. I remember all of it.”
“You have no idea what those fights were about, Dom.”
“I may have only been seven, but I know you were going to club parties without Mom and this Deanna was there. I know some of the old ladies called Mom, and Skye had to come over to watch us because she left. I also remember you two fighting all night once you got home. So, I’m going to ask again, who the is Deanna Moore?”
“I never cheated on your mother, Dom.”
“Maybe not then, but you did fuck her, didn’t you, Dad?”
“Not after I met your mother!” he growls. “I always put your mother, you and your brother and sister first. Always. Our situations are not the same, here. You lied to your brother and hid what you were doing. You did that, and you did it while a member of this club. T was your blood, but he was also a member of this club. Your choices showed zero loyalty. Then, you couldn’t even man-up afterward. You chose to lay drunk. The club had to cover for you for a fucking month while you spent your time fucking and drinking.”
“And you get to be judge and juror over me. You’re qualified to do that, right, because God knows you’ve never made a mistake in your life.”
“I have and always will make decisions that are the best for this club. It’s part of the oath I made to my brothers. This club is what keeps us all going. It sure as hell kept clothes on your back and food in your belly. It was important enough that you made an oath to it—or did you manage to forget that?”
“I’ve forgotten nothing! I was going through shit and may have not handled it the best, but I did handle it. I pulled myself up, and I apologized to T over and over. You can rake me over the coals all you want. What you aren’t grasping is that I no longer give a fuck. You want me to man-up? Well, this is me manning-up. I resign from the club, effectively immediately. I’m in the process of covering the club tatt and as of today, none of my shit will remain behind. Now, it’s your turn. Tell me who the fuck King is, and does he have anything to do with Deanna Moore?”