Sniffling, I finally look at him, showing him my own pain, my own loneliness, and he flinches like I just smacked him.
“It isn’t safe for us, Logan,” I repeat with a whisper.
“I can keep my daughter safe, Jasmine!” he snaps, his nostrils flaring, and I shake my head and deny, “No, you can’t, maybe from your mother, yes, but not from…”
I stop while I’m ahead and look away, but he cups my chin and forces me to look at him, and he demands coldly, “From who?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I try, and his grip tightens as he snaps, “It does fucking matter because you left me without a fucking word! You took my child and didn’t even bother to stay in contact with the woman who saw you as a fucking daughter who died believing you didn’t care!”
Wow, he may as well have punched me with how hard his words just hit.
Logan scoffs and lets go of my chin, coldness instantly taking place, and he growls, “You never did fucking trust me, huh?”
“You know I did,” I say meekly when we both know that was a lie.
I trusted him with me, I trusted him with my heart, I didn’t trust him not to go after people who are too devious to allow it.
Mama would have chewed his club up and spat it back out, but not before ensuring Logan didn’t survive.
I never thought my mother could have been capable of murder, but I guess I was wrong. What she tried to do to my daughter is proof of that.
“You are a liar,” he chokes, “I could have protected you if you had just come to me. Instead, you tore me a-fuckin-part, broke Granny’s heart, and you took my child with you, taking away my chance at being a father.”
“But who would have protected you?” I ask, unable to hear his hate, needing him to see why I did what I did.
His mouth parts in shock, his eyes wide, and a few tears fall down my cheek as I shake my head and walk away.
He’ll never believe me, I hurt him.
Climbing into my car, I look back to see that Aisling has nodded off, and I sigh with relief before starting the vehicle. With one last look in the rearview mirror at the man who owns me wearing jeans and a tank top, I put the car into gear and pull away. I know it’s for the best, even if my whole body wants to run back to him.
In a different lifetime, we probably would have made it, gotten married, had more kids, but in this lifetime, I’m stuck with a woman like my mother ensuring I’ll never be happy.
I have to hope Logan doesn’t do as he threatened out of hurt and anger, that I don’t lose my daughter because I definitely don’t have funds for a lawyer and something tells me, I won’t make it on the run.
Chapter 13
Tank - Two Weeks Later
“You going to talk to me yet about your patch, son?” my dad asks as soon as I step out of the staff room, making me jump, and I silently groan seeing him leaning against the wall, a brow raised.
Fuck’s sake.
Every day, he hangs around like a bad fucking smell, whether I’m here at the hospital or at the garage, he is there, waiting for me to open up to him, to explain why I lost it with Mama and why I handed in my cut. It doesn’t help that Doc has refused to remove him off grunt duty and refuses to explain why he demanded Mama was removed from the club until I return.
Never going to fucking happen so I guess Dad will just have to be kept in dark. Dick move? Maybe, do I give a shit? Nope.
“Come on, son, I deserve an explanation,” he says, keeping eye contact and I swear, I only just swallow my scoff.
The only place he hasn’t shown up is my own home, and that is because most brothers would have followed him if he showed, the same brothers who have also tried to contact me, and he knows it would have made things worse.
Only the officer brothers are aware of my address, fuck, not even Mama knows where I live for obvious reasons which is why I knew I could keep Jas and our daughter safe but nope, of course the woman I gave my heart to didn’t fucking trust me.
Shaking my head, I ignore Dad and walk towards the double doors, ready to begin my shift. I hear his footsteps behind me, and I roll my eyes as I walk into the thankfully quiet ER only to pause at the people in the far corner, and I swear to fuck…
“Fuck’s sake, Thunder, what did you do now?” I groan seeing a rag held to his head that looks drenched in his blood by his pissed off dad, his sister sitting next to him, shaking her head.
“I swear, Tank, this is worse than when he hit me on the head with a goddamn baseball bat!” Brit snaps, clearly pissed, just as Doc walks into the room and panics, “Tinkerbell?” seeing his wife, but she waves him off, then motions her hand to her brother.
