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Slowly, I remove my cut, barely managing with my shoulder, before I hand it to Axel, who furrows his brows in confusion. I look back towards Stormy and start to lift my Tank. Axel helps me take it off, and I slowly turn around to show the brothers, my family, and the trauma I dealt with growing up, all while Shacks chuckles with pride in the background despite the wheezing that comes out with it.
"What the fuck?"
I hear Flame growl before I turn to look at my father.
"Your wife, Stormy, was never happy about my existence. My body here is the proof of that." I point to Shacks and say, "That man is proof of that, and you let it happen to your own child. You shoved me into a cupboard and tried classifying it as a bedroom; you hit me whenever she said I did something wrong when I hadn't; you fucking neglected me. That man is the one who hit your wife, and do you want to know why, Stormy? Because Tank put a lock on my door after I lied and said Ink kept pranking me? She got that piece of shit to hit her and say it was me all so you could kick the shit out of me."
Stormy's face goes red.
"Did you ever wonder why I stopped calling you dad?" I turn, then show all of them a raised scar that I tried to get someone to tattoo over with a cross: "Your wife burned me at only three years old with a hot poker and told me never to call you dad again. As you can fucking imagine, it stuck."
I quickly turn to my blood brother when I hear him cough. Guilt etches through me when he throws up, my eyes starting to sting, having to tell him all of this about his own mother. Still, when Stormy's next words come out, Ink has to be held back by Gunner while my so-called other brothers all look at me skeptically, "You lying."
I shake my head as Tank speaks up, "Why'd you keep him in a cupboard of a room in that big house, Storm? Ink always had brand new shit, yet Dagger was in your brothers hand me downs. Are you seriously going to fucking stand there and say he's lying? For years, he said she was hitting him; for years, he said she let someone touch him inappropriately. How in the fuck is he lying when he's showing you the scars on his body, and that fucker is basically admitting it?"
His wife treated me like shit, and yet, here is my so-called father still trying to make out like I was the problem when he never actually saw me growing up. He had Ink.
Stormy points at me, "He was a little fucking shit always playing up; he was disciplined how I saw fit, and he's a fucking liar; my woman wouldn't do such a thing." I cut in, "Why because my mother was a sweet butt? She wasn't even going to tell you about me when I was born. She was only here to earn money. She fucked Dead Shot once on a drunken mistake; she fucked you twice. TWICE." I shout the last bit before speaking again, as Ink chuckles darkly, realizing what his mother is really like.
"Why don't you go ask your wife Stormy how Ink was really conceived?"
He shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. "The condom didn't work; that was it, Travis. Don't try and play with my fucking marriage; these lies you're spewing about a beloved woman by all are enough to vote you out of the club."
I scoff at him. "Then fucking vote me out. I already had a foot out of the door after YOU threatened to turn my family against me if I didn't go to that bogus family meal where your wife tried to fucking poison me right in front of you. All you did was start eating your meal. You and your wife and the lack of support I got from the old timers are the reasons I left when I could. The only reason why I'm still around is because of Melanie because, without her, I'd still be with my team. My mother never played with your condoms, Stormy; your wife did. She was hoping to fall pregnant but didn't count on you wanting a woman who had turned you down several times beforehand. When my mother finally decided to show you some interest, you didn't give a fuck that you'd met up with the bitch a few times. You wanted my mother. Maybe you need to go have a chat with a woman she saw as a best friend, a woman who tried to convince my mother I was better off in her care while she was dying on the OR table. Go speak to Jewels because I can guaran-fucking-tee she'll tell you everything you were blissfully unaware of about where your 'wife' is concerned."
The old timers look down with guilt as Axel growls at my threat to leave the brotherhood while Shakes laughs before stuttering out in pain, "You—your fucking marriage was a joke. She fuck-fucking sucked me off more times than I-I can count as pay-payment when that-that shit wouldn't unlock his door."
Stormy rushes over and punches him, not liking what he's hearing, before Butch pulls him back.
He looks at me with anger before Ink speaks, "Pres, permission to bring Leslie down. If Travis is lying, then she wouldn't react to seeing the fucker over there, as she's already seen a man tied up in here." I look at my brother, wholooks at me with pain and guilt. He called his mom by her given name, and my heart sank for him.
I nod in agreement while Axel says, "Flame, go get her, but don't tell her why."
Face full of anger towards Stormy, Flame nods before going past me. He squeezes my good shoulder, making me flinch.
I'm still not good with personal touches, except for my girl. He nods in realization, as do the other men standing around, while Shacks smirks, enjoying the discomfort that he created. I walk over to him, grabbing my Dagger off the table, and he grins wide. "W-well, about time you came c-closer. Y-you still picturing me stan-standing over you and wanking off over your body? Do you still feel me, Travvy?"
The room becomes more tense with each word he says.
I grip my Dagger tightly in my hand while looking into his disgusting, predatory eyes before I pull my fist back and stab the Dagger into his cock. His eyes widen before he looks down and screams out in horror, all while I smirk.
Paybacks are a fucking bitch.
I turn when footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs. Flame walks in first and smirks, noticing where my Dagger is before Leslie comes into view. Her eyes go wide, and panic enters her eyes when she recognizes Shacks, her eyes flittering between him and me, causing all the men to stand straighter while Stormy looks like he's about to be sick.
Ink walks over to his mom, making her eyes flicker to his, and she clears her throat, putting on an act, but it's too late; everyone sees her reaction: "Baby, what's going on?"
His jaw ticks. "Do you know this man?" He asks, pointing at a shocked Shacks, who can't stop staring at what used to be his dick.
She clears her throat again.
"No, sweetheart, why, what's going on? Who is he?"
Shacks coughs before looking up at me, and I smirk before removing my Dagger from his dick, causing him to scream. I stick the Dagger into his stomach while looking into his eyes, which finally show remorse, but I just give him a cold glare.
This fucker ruined my fucking childhood, along with the bitch behind me.
I pull the Dagger back out and re-enter it into his side, where Leslie stabbed me when I was only 6 years old. She told Stormy I fell onto something sharp, and he believed her. I hear her breathing pick up when she realizes I'm givinghim all the injuries she gave me. By the time I'm done, Shacks is barely conscious, and I get into his face, the main target not far from my mind.
