“It gets worse,” I mutter, and he demands, “How can it get any fucking worse?”
“Mama somehow knew about Jas, and the reason why she ran is that my dear old mother threatened to slit our daughter's throat.” I choke as I drop my head, “I need your help, Alex. I need you to log in to Jasmine’s medical files. I would, but I can’t risk my license,” I look at him, his face full of shock and I say, “Yesterday I overheard Mama on the phone with Kate, claiming she made sure Jas had miscarried our daughter, yet when Jasexplained to me and Doc that Mama threatened her and gave her cash she never mentioned being in hospital. I know if I ask her, she’ll evade me.”
“Fucking hell,” he chokes, and I nod as my situation hits home.
I whisper, “I can’t be in the club anymore, she ruined my fucking life and the brothers backed her after their pres demanded she leave club property. My own fucking father backed her then to hear her gloating about wanting to thank the attacker that apparently went after Jas…” I shake my head, “Why does she think she was attacked?”
“Because she was,” a voice says near the door, and we turn to see Doc walking inside, shutting and locking the door behind him, then walking over to take a seat on the toolbox.
“Is Aisling alright?” I ask instantly, and he nods, smiling slightly.
“That girl is all you, Lo,” he chuckles, and I smile sadly.
“What do you mean she was attacked?” Dirty asks and Doc sighs, running his hand through his hair, tiredness etching his features.
“Because she was,” he admits, then looks at me and states, “I didn’t know she was your girl at the time, but she did admit she recognized my cut and was going to speak to me, to you, but then your mother, you know.”
I nod because yeah, I fucking know.
“Anyway, I was walking home six years ago, pissed at the fucking world. Dad was pressuring me, and I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders when I saw her being kicked several times in the stomach,” he confesses, and I sit up straight as fury hits me hard in the chest. He continues, “I called an ambulance, and she admitted she was pregnant. She was in some fancy dress and heels but you could see the blood and fuck, even I thought she lost the baby,” he chews his bottom lip, “I went back, I don’t know why I did but after I dropped her off atthe hospital I felt compelled to go back and check on her and her chart stated she miscarried and I didn’t see her again.”
“You knew she meant something,” Dirty mutters, and Doc nods while I look down.
“Who attacked her?” I demand to know.
“I can’t tell you that bit,” he admits, and I look up sharply and glare at him because seriously, if this was fucking Brit...
Doc puts his hands up in defense and says, “Your girl needs to feel like she can trust someone, brother. I tell you, and she’ll feel alone, and you’ll lose her.”
“She isn’t my fucking girl!” I growl, “She left me, fucking broke my heart –”
“Because she was scared for her safety, for your daughter’s and yours,” Doc cuts in, and I narrow my eyes at my so-called friend. He smiles, “Go speak to her brother, there is more to it than you know, but just know your mama is what pushed her to run, so instead having our brother look into her medical records and breaking that trust she still has in you even though you’ve lost yours in her, go and speak to her, get her to open up.”
I shake my head because I know I can’t.
I’ll take my anger out on her, I’ll hurt her with my words, with how much she’s fucking hurt me, with how lonely she made me feel, I just can’t.
Seeing my decision without me even opening my mouth, Doc sighs and says, “Aisling is being discharged, Logan, tomorrow, and just so you know, I overheard Jasmine talking to the financial team.”
I look at him with confusion. Jas has a job, or that is what I heard her tell a nurse. I’m not sure what she does, maybe she’s a lawyer like she was aiming for but surely her insurance would pay…
As we lock eyes, Doc admits, “She’s asked for a payment plan, her insurance didn’t cover the hospital stay for Aisling.”
Fuck’s sake.
“I’ll deal with it,” I grit, and he nods as Dirty asks, “What are we going to do about your mama? About the club, your cut?”
“Nothing,” I say as I pick another wrench up, “Mama is dead to me, and I’m no longer a brother,” both men tense, but I ignore their reaction and mutter, “I need to concentrate on my jobs and on my daughter.”
“What about Jas?” Doc asks tensely, my admitting that I won’t be coming back to the club clearly pissing him off.
“She broke my trust,” is all I say as I turn to Ace’s bike and continue with what I’m doing.
I’ll help her with our daughter, I just, fuck, I decided to move on a few weeks ago, and despite the everlasting, ever-consuming love I feel for her, I can’t go back on that, not because she’s back. She hasn’t told me the truth, she hasn’t confided in me, showing me she doesn’t trust me. She hasn’t bothered to speak to me the whole time she was gone, keeping my daughter from me and ruining those first five years.
I don’t think I can ever trust her again, and that shit, it fucking hurts.
Chapter 12
