The man her mother wanted her with?
Brady looks at her and furrows his brows as he takes her in before his eyes widen, seeing his sister's panic, and he chokes, “It’s true. What Dad said you claimed happened, it was true.”
Jas looks away, and I demand, “Is what true?”
Chapter 14
Jasmine
“Is what true?” Logan demands with grit, but I don’t answer him. Heck, I don’t even look at him because damn, when we locked eyes after I opened that door, disgust and anger shone back at me.
I can feel his hate, his resentment, and it’s suffocating me that I can feel myself breaking bit by bit. I honestly thought that, after a few weeks of texting with him about coming to see Aisling things would be a little lighter but I didn’t prepare myself for the hate.
I thought I was doing the right thing by all three of us. I didn’t know how harmful his mama could be, but I knew how harmful mine was. I grew up with her, I felt her kicks, I heard her threats, and I knew she would have destroyed Logan, destroyed his cluband even though I was going to ask Logan for his help, his mama put that last bit of fear into me.
Throughout our relationship, I hid things from him—for his safety, for the club's safety. I can’t let him know how bad my childhood was. Paying for a lawyer I can’t afford is hard enough. If he learns why I ran, I’ll lose Aisling.
“Someone fucking answer me right now!” Logan demands, and Aisling jumps in with a whisper, “Daddy, no-no word…” And I look in time to see him melt at his daughter, kissing her head while Doc’s lips twitch, but my brother just stares at me.
“Every time he came over, and you ran to your room,” he chokes, disbelief and pain shining in his light blue eyes, “the locks on your doors, you ensuring you’re never alone with him, always being on your best behavior so you don’t–”
“Stop Brady,” I whisper, cutting him off before he lets too much out and his shock turns to complete fury that even has me swallowing.
“He tried to –” he cuts himself off and looks at Aisling, who is holding her daddy tight, him being her sole attention, and my brother whispers, “He tried to rape you, Jasmine, and Dad called you a liar!”
I flinch as Logan stiffens, his eyes looking at me sharply as my brother presses, “You were fourteen. Instead of kicking him out, Dad sided with him. Mama…” I flinch again, shaking my head as I enter my apartment hoping he’ll shut up but my brother follows “She locked you up for weeks, Jasmine!”
“Brady!” I snap, my eyes going to Logan, who has followed us inside, his eyes still on me while he holds our daughter.
“Oh, right, let me guess, Tank doesn’t know.” Brady chuckles, and the urge to smack my brother is building if he doesn’t shut the hell up.
“What don’t I know?” Logan demands while Doc mutters, “You didn’t correct him, you’re still a brother,” making Logan scowl while I frown in confusion.
What does he mean by ‘he’s still a brother’?
I look over the man I fell in love with, and my frown deepens as I question, “Logan, where is your cut?” I tilt my head, “You look weird…”
Doc chuckles beside him while Aisling looks between us.
“Don’t change the subject, little sister, you’re living in a dump, and I’m guessing Mama and Bruce are the reason.” He says, then demands, “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Tell them, sweetheart,” Doc says softly, and my eyes tear up, the pressure mounting as I lock eyes with Logan’s cold ones.
“She’s one of the reasons,” I admit, “Logan’s mama was the other.”
Brady turns, linking his fingers behind his head and I look away, studying my small apartment, its furniture old and worn.
Since they came with the place, I wasn’t really in a position to refuse.
"Buttercup," Logan says softly, in a tone that makes my stupid heart want to believe sounds like love but I know better.
I swallow hard and glance his way. He tilts his head, whispering, “Trust me, please.”
“I do trust you,” I choke, but he shakes his head in denial and states, “No, you don’t –”
“I do,” I instantly cut him off. “I trust you with our daughter. I trusted you with my location and number, even though you brought my brother and yours. I trust you with my heart, my body, my soul. I’ve always trusted you, Logan. I just didn’t trust you to stay out of everything because of who you are, putting yourself and your club in danger.”
“Jasmine, tell them sweetheart,” Doc repeats, and I look away for a moment, my eyes going to the pictures, to times I washappy, to times I thought my future was set, that I’d finally get my happily ever after.
