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Tech furrows his brows but nods, and states, "She treated Tats like shit, all because he could have been Dad’s kid. She starved him. It makes you think about what else she is capable of and why Dad puts up with it. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, but I've seen her in a new light lately."
Dad and I nod, concerned for Brook, as Ken slowly traces her name on my neck and says, "She doesn't like to be alone since her attack, and her cousin has had to go home; it's probably why she willingly spends so much time with you. You're her safe place."
My brows shoot up as Tech's mouth stretches into a grin, making Dad and me chuckle. He knows if she thinks that, then he's a shoo-in for winning her back, and I fucking hope he does. He's struggled without her just like I did without my Pixie. The only difference, he sought solace in a clubwhore, regretfully, while I…well, I tried to hurt myself just to feel.
A few hours later, Kennedy reluctantly went to work for her evening shift, and David, the prospect, took her. Apparently, her car has finally given up, but she still won't drive the Range Rover; something about wanting me in the passenger seat on her first drive. Paul managed to get me another leave of absence, explaining I fell off my bike. I'll return in a week for desk duty, catching up on all my paperwork and new patients, while doing the club's books here.
"Alright, Doc, when the cats away…."Breaker says with a grin as he walks into the medical room, and I grin back, finishing his sentence, "The mice will play."
He chuckles before walking over to the bed and helps me up. I grunt, feeling my stitches pull, and Breaker groans. "Fuck, please don't pull your stitches; Ken will kill me. I heard what she did to your poor balls, and I like mine intact."
I snort and slowly straighten, then take my cut from him, and put it on over my bare chest. I look a little ridiculous in my pajama pants, and Breaker grins wide knowing it.
I shake my head at him, slip my feet into my boots, and walk to the door. I mutter,"We better hurry. Knowing Kennedy, she'll video call Momma to ensure I'm in bed."
His eyes widen before he rushes out the door, making me laugh, which causes me to grunt, my stitches pulling.
Fucking Prue and her jealousy.
I walk through the common room, the women all raising a brow in mydirection, knowing my girl is going to kick my ass for this. My sister nods her head in approval, knowing where I'm going. Momma looks at me with concern, and I kiss my fingers, lifting them her way, making her eyes shine.
She should have told me about Layla, but I understand why she didn't. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Dad had just started sleeping back home again. She's suffered enough.
I’m still hurt, but she’s still my momma, not by blood, but by the love she gave me and my sister growing up.
Walking out of the club with purpose, I grin. It's time to slay the rest of our demons. I love my woman so fucking much, and I won't lose her.We'vehad lies, secrets, heartache, and pain between us for the past year, and I'm ready for it all to be over.
I'm ready to start my life with her like we should have done years ago, and the only way to do that now is to finally tie off the last loose end.
Twenty minutes later,I'mwalking into the outhouse with Breaker behind me. All the council brothers are in attendance. My eyes go to Prue, who is strapped down on a chair in just her underwear, her makeup smeared down her face as she sobs.
When the brother's part for me to walk forward, our eyes connect, and she cries louder, "Doc, please, please, I-I just wanted you, please. You were always mine…."
I stop in front of her and tilt my head. We never torture women; it's our golden rule, a rule I want to break because this bitch ruined my life. She took my girl from me, the chance to hold my daughter—she took everything I held dear.
My anger builds, theanger I've managed to suppress since I returned from the Huntsmen's MC, and I growl,"Nah, you knew I was always Kennedy's. Fuck, even the club knew, but you wanted what you wanted, huh? Lying about being pregnant, hoping that would work. Blackmailing me, stalking my girl, stalking me when I didn't give you the time of day, taking advantage of me when I was drunk because I wanted a girl I thought I couldn't have."
Her tears fall, and she pleads,"Please, I-I'm sorry, I promise I'll leave, please."
I snarl at her,"You leaving doesn't give me the year of my life back, the year you stole."I step forward, my hands fisting, and I sneer at her."You leaving doesn't bring my daughter back!"
She flinches and admits, "I was never pregnant, I lied."
I chuckle darkly and get in her face. "I'm not talking about the child you lied about, Starlight, I'm talking about my daughter, Layla."Her eyes widen. "My girl gave birth at twenty weeks without me—she had to deliver our stillborn daughter. Alone! I never got to hold or feel her in my arms, all while you wallowed in the blackmail, wearing a fake cut."
"I-I please…"she sobs, and I shake my head.
I look at the table.
We don't torture women….
Grinding my teeth, I head to the table. The brothers are all standing straight, but I ignore them and grab the gasoline, before pouring it over Prue, who is sobbing and pleading.
She screams as the smell overtakes her senses, and she realizes what I'm about to do, none of the brothers stop me.
Standing back once I've emptied the can, I throw it to the side of the room, and hold my hand out. Smokey steps forward and places the match in my hand. I light it as the brothers all step back, then I throw it on the bitch.
She lights up like a fucking bonfire on the 4th of July. Her screams of terror and pain echo around the room as her body gives out. I stand and watch as she burns, and I state to my brothers,"You want to know exactly how I felt every day without Kennedy."I nod to a now-dead Prue and state, "I felt like that. I felt terror and pain every single day, like I was being burned alive."
