CHAPTER SIX
–SABLE –
There hasn’t been a moment in my life where I felt this kind of fury running through my veins.Seeing a woman down on her luck, already kicked to shit, is one thing...watching her being thrown back like a rag doll from an explosion?On.Club.Grounds.Fire eating away at her clothes and nipping the skin of her wrist?
Fuuuuuck.According to the doctor it was a good thing she was wearing a wool sweater.With the wool not easily catching fire, it saved her from terrible burns.Sadly, it didn’t cover her wrist where she suffered burns.The doctor was able to treat them, but it could have been a whole lot fucking worse.
She fell asleep about ten minutes ago.I left her in my bed and went to the main room of the clubhouse where I called a meeting.We’re sitting in church and just watched the video feed again.Nothing more than a few figures moving behind the gate.Mercy said she recognized Linus.
Barge, a club brother who lives and breathes computers, is digging through everything in the hopes of getting some information on the members of Sheridan Slayers MC.
“Can we get back to the girl instead of talking about the bomb?”Van asks.“Who is she?One of your conquests?Is that why you’re all hyped up?Didn’t get your cock wet yet?”
“Shut your fuckin’ foodhole,” Kujo roars.“That woman is my daughter, and no one is going to get his damn cock wet if it involves her.Understood?”
Silence blankets the room.
“Under-fucking-stood?”Kujo snaps.
A flow of muttered agreements come from everyone, but my lips stay sealed.I won’t agree with anything I’m not sure of.The emotions running through me when it comes to this woman are a havoc of uncertainties.Cockblocking me beforehand sounds too damn wrong in my ears.
“VP,” Kujo grunts, and stares at me expectantly.
Like I said, no way am I agreeing with his request to keep my cock away from Mercy.
It’s why I turn the discussion by stating, “Otto Sheridan is Mercy’s uncle.”
I get the result I wanted when everyone starts to curse and talk at the same time.
“Silence,” Kujo roars.“I haven’t brought this to the table because as of a few days ago I didn’t even know about her existence.When she broke into my cabin, I sent Sable to check.He found her driver’s license, and with it her name.Seeing her made me aware of the likeness of her mother, Selene Sheridan.While she has my hair and eyes, she’s the spitting image of Selene.Only a handful of people know Selene and I secretly had a relationship, and then it all went to shit when the two clubs collided.”
“A fucking war, Prez.Not just collided,” Brute rumbles.“So, you were fucking the enemy.”
“She wasn’t the enemy when we met,” Kujo growls in his own defense.“I wasn’t wearing my cut, and we never swapped more than our first names.”
“Well, that’s a solid reminder to swap more before throwing around your cum, eh?”Brute deadpans.
Kujo glares at him and ignores his statement when he says, “The DNA test shows she’s my blood, it’s why I had VP bring her here to tell you guys.Then the car bomb happened.”
“The car bomb at the garage, and those Sheridan Slayers being sighted in town are obviously all linked to her,” Holt states.
I glare at my club brother, knowing he’s right but not liking it one damn bit.
“I think she’s on the run,” Barge suddenly says and turns his laptop in Kujo’s direction.“While you threw out names and shit just now, I did a little digging in your daughter’s background, starting with her mother since Mercy doesn’t have a penny to her name and has only worked in the kitchen of the diner owned by her mother.A diner that was sold a few months before Selene’s death.The woman died of a combination of kidney failure, diabetes, and high blood pressure.It’s obvious the high medical bills for dialysis, along with her illness, were the reason for selling the diner.Though, after she died, there was still enough money to cover the bills when the house was sold.Except, the cash wasn’t used to pay the bills but ended up in Otto’s account instead.”
Kujo falls silent and I’m pretty sure it’s due to the mentioning of Selene’s death.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter and raise my voice to blurt, “Maybe that’s why she was sporting all those bruises.They probably kicked the shit out of her when she asked about the house.She escaped, roamed the streets for weeks, and finally broke into your place.”
“Why are you saying shit as maybe and probably?The girl has a mouth on her, you can ask so she can explain shit herself,” Brute grunts.
