“How and why the fuck did you see my daughter naked?”Kujo bellows.
I cringe and throw a glance at Mercy’s reaction, seeing how she slowly rises from the couch and glances around.
Turning my attention to my prez, I explain, “You can check the security feed in the cabin from the day she broke in.Mercy washed all her clothes and was only wrapped in a blanket when I found her.She was spooked and ran for her clothes, making the blanket drop to the floor and exposing her body to me.”
He relaxes slightly and mutters, “Yeah, makes sense.”
I shake my head.“If you react this way at the thought of me seeing her naked?What will you do if any of the brothers speak their mind?Or if she is working with Otto?”
“If she’s working with Otto, she’ll go back to him in a damn body bag,” Kujo snarls.
I raise my eyebrow.“And you’ll be the one to slit her throat?”
He stares at me.
Seconds tick by until he says, “I need you to step up and take her out if we have proof.Blood or not, there’s no saving those who fuck with us.”
I nod.“Fuck with us, and don’t live to take another breath and gloat about it.”
“I’ll message the brothers.Church in an hour.I’ll head back and you can bring her with you.”
“Me?”I grunt.“She’s your daughter.”
Kujo shakes his head.“I have to keep my distance; it’ll also make a statement to the brothers.”
“Fine,” I agree.
“Thanks, VP,” Kujo rumbles and stalks away.
My gaze strays in Mercy’s direction once again.Instead of sitting on the couch, she’s standing in front of the window with her arms crossed in front of her chest, glaring at me.I lift my chin to acknowledge her presence and head back inside.
I shrug out of my thick leather jacket once I’ve closed the door.Mercy looks at me with so many fucking questions in her eyes.I have no clue why she doesn’t talk.I’ve heard her say a few words and from her expressions I can tell she understands every damn word we say.
“Pack your shit, we’re going for a ride,” I tell her.
Her eyes go wide, and she yet again only throws one word my way.“Why?”
I’m already pissed with the situation at hand, mostly about prez ordering me to kill her if she fucks us over, and it’s why I tell her, “We’re going to the clubhouse.Your father needs to tell the brothers about you.So, I hope you’re not about to fuck us over ’cause I’d really hate getting rid of that banging body of yours and not shoving my cock into it before I have to end you.”
Her fingers curl into fists and the anger is clearly written all over her face.I have no clue if it’s about fucking us over, me needing to kill her if she does, or openly stating I want to fuck her.
“Not,” she huffs and clenches her jaw shut.
I take a step closer.“Why only throw out one word at a time?You can do more.I know because you gave me one whole damn sentence when we were making dinner earlier.”
Her gaze settles on my Band-Aid covered finger.
“What?”I ask, holding my finger up.“I cut myself, it was an accident.”
Black hair flows through the air when she shakes her head.
Something clicks and it’s why my voice holds a load of disbelief.“Please tell me you’re not superstitious.Fucking hell, is this the reason why you only speak one word at a time?”Still holding my finger between us I add, “You really think you throwing out full sentences causes people to get hurt?”
Her gaze hits the floor and through her black hair I’m still able to get a glimpse of her red cheeks.
In a calm tone I ask, “How many times did someone get hurt when you talked?”
Both her hands come up and she hides one of her thumbs.
