Scrappy was one of the club prospects who had to be close to earning his patch by now. Of course, I wasn’t privy to that information and probably wouldn’t find out until the patch on his cut changed.
“Dad—”
“Get your ass in the truck, Violet. Not gonna tell you again,” Dad growled.
I hugged Everly and stomped to Dad’s truck, climbing into the cab. He waited for Everly to close herself inside the house before climbing in beside me and starting the engine.
He didn’t say a word as we drove, and I started to panic the closer we got to home. Only, we didn’t go home.
“You’re joking.” He didn’t respond as he drove through the compound gates and I scowled at him. “You’re locking me down?”
He still didn’t say a word as he pulled up in front of the club cabin and climbed out of the truck. I huffed and climbed out myself, glaring at my father. “I’m not staying here. I have shit to do.”
I was one year away from graduating, earlier than expected, but that’s why I’d been busting my butt to get my zookeeper degree. I had been interning at the zoo for two years now, and I’d been promised a full-time position the second I graduated. However, I had to graduate to get it and not having my comfortable area to study and do homework would jeopardize that.
“Yeah? Scrappy or Orion will drive you where you need to go and pick you up. You have lost access to your car until I decide I’m not pissed off enough to hit something. You go to class, you come back here or home. Wherever I am.”
“Dad—”
“You’re on notice, Violet. Swear to Christ, I’m done with this shit.”
“I’m technically an adult!” I screeched as we walked into the great room. “You don’t get to ground me like an errant child.”
He crossed his gigantic, beefy arms and leaned in. “You wanna get into this now, Violet Morgan? Or would you rather wait until I’m calm...er? Because right now, I’m about to take your goddamn fucking phone away from you as well.”
I gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“I sure as hell would.”
“You have no right.”
“I pay for it, Violet. I haveallthe fuckin’ rights.”
Well, he had a point.
“I just wanted to blow off some steam.”
“By illegally gaining entry to a nightclub where you had no protection? What if cops had raided and discovered you weren’t of age? We’re ready to take on a new recruit and you pull this shit? Do you have any idea what kind of heat that could have brought down on the club?”
“The club! That’s all you fucking care about,” I snapped. “I swear to god, I can’t wait to have nothing to do with this stupid place. Gonna find me a nice accountant and never darken the steps of this doorway again.”
I spun on my heel and stormed out of the great room, heading upstairs to my room and slamming the door for good measure.
I was done with bikers and their alpha ways.
