“A daughter? She has a daughter?” Brady whispers then confirms, “I’m an uncle?” and I nod.
“She’s five and my twin,” I admit softly, and he looks down, sadness etching off him.
“We need to go, and now, Mama is trying everything to find her. We need to get Jas to safety and my-my niece,” Brady stutters with emotions, and Doc states, “I’m coming as well. Stone is already knows to keep an eye on the club.”
I tilt my head at him, at the concern in my friend’s eyes and I know he knows more than he’s letting on but the question is, what? And how fucking dangerous is their mama for Brady to have this kind of reaction?
I nod with suspicion, and Brady frowns, “Tank, where in the fuck is your cut? Go grab it, you look weird!”
Doc smirks my way, and I shake my head, ignoring both of them as I climb on my bike, only muttering, “Try to keep up,” as I turn the ignition and rev it.
Time to go see my, fuck me, time to go getmygirl’s.
***
I pull up outside the address of the apartment building Jas gave me in just under two hours, and the tiredness I feel disappears instantly. Shock slowly morphs into a fucking scowl.
Mother fucker!
“There is no fucking way my sister is living here, no way,” Brady snaps as he walks over from his truck, a truck I didn’t think could keep up and my nostrils flare seeing the crappy car she was so proud of buying on her own near the door.
I swear to fuck, I’m going to spank her ass.
“It is,” I grit, replying to a pissed off Brady as I climb off my bike and storm towards the rundown building, both Brady and Doc following me, tension radiating from them.
I pull on the door, the shattered glass clanking, making my jaw lock, and I walk inside before the stench of piss hits me, and I see the elevator door wide open with police tape cornering it off.
Yep, going to fucking spank her!
Shaking my head, I storm up the stairs two at a time, noticing needles and small tubes littering them, which just spikes my anger.
This is what she chose to come back to? Fucking this, instead of leaning on me? Instead of fucking trusting me to know how to keep her and our child safe?
“Fuck spanking her ass, I’m taking her home and locking her up,” I grunt, and the men behind me don’t even snort as I state, “Hope you know how to ride Brady because like fuck is she bringing that shit box back.”
As soon as we get to the fifth floor, I walk over to 5M, noticing that it’s the only door that looks clean, and I take a breath.
Don’t go in guns blazing, I try to tell myself, but the stench of piss hits my nostrils again, and I knock on Jas’s door, louder than I intended, making it rattle.
“Shit,” Doc mutters just as we hear, “Aisling Bunny, Daddy’s here.”
Damn, those words just hit me right in the gut, but the excited scream that echoes as several locks are being unlocked, fuck me, it is everything.
“Daddy!” Aisling screams with excitement as the door opens, and I catch her before throwing her in the air, and I smile despite how tense I feel.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I mutter as I place her on my hip, and she wraps her little arms around my neck, squeezing me tightly as I lock eyes with Jasmine’s. Everything deep inside me settles, the tension lifting.
For years, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I tried to keep up face, to be there for my club, to give them my all when they needed it but the fact is, I was slowly dying. Locking eyes with hers, I’m settled, I’m home, and god I’m so confused because I want to grab hold of her and never let her go but I can’t. She fucking hurt me, and I don’t trust her not to run again, and that fucking sucks.
Still bringing her home though…
“Fuck,” Brady chokes, and Jas tenses, her head shooting his way as her whole body goes rigid before I see the flip in her, the panic.
Now why would she…
“No one knows we’re here, Jas,” Doc tries to placate, cutting into my thought as he sees her change, but she doesn’t take her eyes off her brother, and I look to see his on my daughter, whose head is nestled into my neck.
“What about your best friend?” she asks Brady, getting his attention, and I frown.
