Page 53 of Storm

“In a way she did. In a way she didn’t.”

“You make no fucking sense. Why don’t you get the fuck out of here,” I tell him. He laughs and stops a few feet short of me.

“My brother seems to think that he has some claim over you. I don’t get it, never will, but that isn’t my choice to make. Your dad, God rest his no good lyin’ soul was as fucked up as they come. Playin’ both clubs against each other and then, to top it off, fuckin’ another brother’s old lady.” He shakes his head like this is all so disgusting to him but it’s not making any sense to me.

“I don’t get it.”

“Your mom, she was my brother’s old lady. You… you should have been his baby. But instead your dead old dad fucked her and knocked her up. She couldn’t stand that you were his.”

“Where…where is my mom?”

“Burnin’ in hell with your dad. Now let’s just do this the fuckin’ easy way, shall we? Just come with me, hear him out, and that’s it.” I shake my head. There’s no way in fuck that I’ll willingly go with this asshole.

“Fuck you. Do you know who the fuck I am?” I sneer at him. He chuckles before nodding his head.

“Yeah. A spoiled little club princess that has been lied to all her life.”

“No. I’m the bitch that is going to take you out if you get any closer to me,” I say as I watch him intently. If he makes a move, so will I. Storm trained me well and I am confident in the fact that I can beat his scrawny ass. The bastard laughs and lunges for me but I step out of the way.

He rights himself and tries again, earning a punch to his face. Blood blooms on his lip. When he reaches up and wipes it, I smile.

“You’re gonna pay for that, bitch.”

“Am I?” I ask him right before he comes at me again. I’m ready for him. I throw another punch that lands, but he gets one in too. I stumble back before righting myself, holding my hands up just like Storm taught me to do.

“Come on. That's all you got?” I taunt him. He grins and comes back at me, tackling me to the ground. He wraps his hands around my throat, banging my head on the floor. My vision blurs slightly, but then I bring my knee up and knee him in the balls. He quickly releases me and I roll us so that I’m on top.

And then I swing. All I can see is the blood that coats his face. He brings his hands up, trying to block me, but I keep going. Nothing can stop me now.

“You killed my dad! You tried to take Storm from me,” I scream as I keep hitting him. At some point, and I don’t know when, he stops trying to fight back. His hands fall to his sides but I don’t stop there. I keep hitting him, taking out all my anger and rage and sorrow on him. That is until I’m yanked off him.

“Let me go! I swear I’ll fucking kill you!” I yell as loud as I can. I hear the chuckle near my ear and I know that it’s Storm.

“I don’t think you’ll do that,” he says, his warm breath caressing my ear.

“Storm, let me go.”

“When you calm down, I will.”

“Fuck you! Let me go!” I roar louder this time and fight the hold that he has on me. It does no good not that I thought it would. He’s bigger than me, stronger. I see the others come in, and Phil walks out of the side room to meet them. My uncle slaps a hand on Phil’s shoulder and I can only guess that he called them.

Tide leans down and presses his fingers to the asshole's neck before looking back up at me.

“Is he dead?” I ask not knowing if I want to know the answer to that or not.

“Not yet.”

“Damn. Thought I killed him,” I say, causing Storm to laugh.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asks as he finally lets me loose.

“I don’t think I’d feel bad,” I admit to him.

“What’d he want?”

“Me.”

“What? What did he say?” Storm asks as Patch walks over and I spin to face Storm.