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With that nice little speech, he walks back out, ensuring to slam my front door while I grind my teeth, trying my hardest not to grab my fucking knife.
Rage boils over. For years, he's treated me like shit all because his woman didn't like the fact he got someone else pregnant and had to take the fucking child in, and he comes into my fucking home and threatens me.
"Fuck."
Don't get me wrong, I'd fucking leave now if I could, but I want Mel. She's worth seeing his face every day.
Sighing, I place the dog on her bed before ensuring to lock up. I can't face him and his wife over dinner alone. I've managed to stay the fuck away from the bitch for years, but I think it's time the fucking truth comes out. I know the brothers love Leslie, but I've got years of scars on my body as proof of what she did, as well as Ink, who can confirm the shit I was punished for was supposed to be for him, and she lied for her own amusement. It's bullshit that they've believed every fucking word she's said over the years. It makes you wonder why I gave fucking into Axel when he asked me home in the first place.
If I didn't want Mel so fucking bad, then I would have left four months ago when I thought about returning to my team because this shit is pissing me off.
What kind of fucking father threatens his own son with his family?
I shake my head, quickly get on my bike, and speed toward the compound's gates. Shane is at the entrance, and I stop by him. He furrows his brows in confusion, and I clear my throat. "I understand your loyalty; you looked at her like she was your sister, but you should have told me she knew what I did. You're going to be a patched brother soon. Loyalty Shane, even when an old lady asks you to keep quiet, you need to talk so we can fix our fuckups, and what I did was the biggest fuckup of all." He smirks at me and nods, and I nod back. "Thanks for having her back, though."
That makes him grin, and I rev my bike before heading out of the clubhouse, grateful to have him become part of our family. I looked through the cameras a few days ago and saw he was on duty when she came around. He knew I was in but didn't know what a fucking idiot I was while she spent a good hour pacing the front gate before entering. When she left, her tears were coating her cheeks, which explained his reaction to me when we returned from our club run. He spent most of the time convincing her to talk to me, only to leave devastated and heartbroken.
Twenty minutes later, I park up outside of the hospital, and I take a deep breath, really fucking hoping she'll talk to me. I get off my bike and head to the hospital to the desk, where the receptionist smiles seductively at me, and I inwardly roll my eyes. The woman looks fifteen years older than me with all the makeup she has on and the fake tan. Jesus.
I give her a fake smile, "I'm looking for my fiancé, Melanie Wilson. She's a nurse who works on different wards each week." The receptionist scowls before looking at her computer and snapping, "E.R." I nod and give her another fake smile before heading that way to find Melanie. I know I did something wrong, but I fucking need her. I find her coming out of a cubicle, and I quickly intercept her before Cassidy sees me.
They seem to always be on the same fucking shift.
I grab her arm, surprising her. "What the..." I don't let her finish as I drag her to an empty cubicle before shutting the curtain. I turn back around to her and see she's glaring at me, and I swallow hard.
"Dagger, I'm working; you can't come in here and do this." Her voice is low when she hisses at me, and I clear my throat, trying to hide my flinch at her using my road name before I slowly remove my cut, making her furrow her brows at me.
Fuck, I hope she doesn't run scared when she sees them.
I gently lay my cut on the bed before I take a deep breath and wring out my hands.
She takes a step forward, seeing the panic in my eyes.
"Trav?"
My heart flutters when she uses my given name, and I gently take the hem of my white shirt before I slowly raise it up and above my head, taking it off. She gasps, her eyes widening as tears fill them before she comes the rest of her way to me, dropping the clipboard on the bed with my cut while I grip my shirt in my hands, shaking. I stand completely still, not moving, while she gently lays her hand on the scar on my right side that my molester did whenI was 12. She slowly moves her hand towards my back, and I tense, worried she'll be disgusted. She walks around, and I can hear her breathing; it's picked up, but I don't move as she inspects every scar on my body.
When she gets back in front of me, her tears coat her cheeks, and pain flashes through her eyes for what I have endured. I relax when I don't see disgust before I rasp.
"For as long as I can remember, Leslie, my stepmom, has abused me—physically and verbally. If my brother Ink had done something wrong, she'd placate him, then tell my so-called father I was the problem that day, which earned me a beating before being starved." She tenses at each word, and I swallow hard. "When I was 10, she would allow her 'friends' to tie me up naked and then touch my body in any way they wanted while they got off. If I fought, I got stabbed."
Her eyes widen in shock while I feel fucking physically sick.
This may push her away even further.
Chapter 18
Melanie
I stand here in shock at his revelations.
Not only was he abused, but he was also molested, and it was all caused by his stepmother's jealousy!
Where the fuck was his father?
I wipe away my tears with anger before taking a deep breath. "wh-why? Why are you showing me now?"
He swallows hard, fear etches in his eyes, and my heart tugs. If I could just switch off the love I feel for this man, then I would in a heartbeat.
