The room grows quiet, realization hitting them just how much I’ve struggled, and I swallow hard as I eye the kitchen counter, well, if you can call it a counter, it’s literally a sink with a draining board and a gas cooker next to it, but my eyes latch onto the letter.
I guess now is a good time to do this, he has hold of Aisling, so he can’t really lose it.
With weak legs and trembling hands, I walk over to the sink, and I grab the letter before turning back to Logan, whose eyes are still on me, still full of anger, and I walk over to him, holding the letter up.
He furrows his brows and takes it, but soon drops it to the floor as if it burned him reading the logo before glaring hard at me.
“You threatened the legal route,” I remind him, causing my brother to suck in a breath while Doc groans. I shrug, “I protected her, I protected you and your club–”
“You didn’t have to protect us, Jasmine!” he snaps loudly, interrupting me, causing Aisling to murmur, making him tense.
“But I did,” I state firmly, “I loved you enough to put your safety and our daughter’s over my happiness, over my safety net that I had with you, the dream I had of working with my uncle. Because you decided to pay the hospital bills, I’ve managed to find some money to hire a lawyer who has stated you wouldn’t have a case because you weren’t involved for so long, being basically a stranger to our daughter and because of the danger surrounding with your mother.”
Logan’s nostrils flare while the other two men stay deathly silent.
I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to bring up the fact that he hasn’t been involved, but the lawyer said it was the only way.
I won’t lose my daughter.
“Doc!” Logan growls, making me jump, and his brother sigh, “Don’t do this, Lo,” but Logan doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“She’s given me no choice,” Logan states while my brother turns away and walks down the hallway.
What the…?
I go to follow him, not needing him to see how I’ve been sleeping but Doc moves, halting me, and my eyes widen as he takes Aisling, who doesn’t stir, and hands Logan a needle.
Oh hell no!
“Don’t even think about it!” I snap, already seeing what he’s about to fricking do as Doc takes Aisling where Brady went without looking back, but Logan just shrugs.
“As I said, buttercup, you haven’t given me a choice,” he says coldly as he steps towards me, and I take a step back with each step he takes, my eyes on the needle.
“Logan,” I choke with fear.
“You kept my daughter from me, living in this shit, lied to me, fuck, you kept you from me, and I’m taking my family back,” he says quietly and my heart pounds, my eyes staying on the needle but I gasp as I hit the wall before I bolt to the right, hoping to runpast him but his arm wraps around my waist, yanking my back to his front and I try to fight him off and get out of his hold as I cry, “Logan, don’t do this,” just as the needle goes into my skin and a cold sensation runs down my neck as my eyes blur.
“I’m not living without you anymore, even if I don’t trust you,” is the last thing I hear as everything goes dark.
Chapter 15
Tank
I slowly run my thumb along my bottom lip as I watch my daughter sleep in her bright purple bed, cuddling up to the brown bear Doc packed for her while the dogs guard her on the floor, my body finally at peace having both of them underneath my roof where they belong, though I know that peace won’t last for long especially when Jas wakes up with a major headache.
Did I know Doc carries sedatives with him as a just-in-case scenario when we left the hospital? Of course I did.
Did I know I was going to drug my girl and bring my family home? No, not really.
My plan was to speak to Jas and try to come down with some sort of agreement, but seeing the place, I fuck, I was struggling, I really was, but when she handed me legal paperwork, I snapped,and Doc knew instantly what I wanted because of my words before we even entered the apartment.
I was going to give her the choice, and when I say choice, I mean, I was going to get her to willingly come home, but she fucked up with that legal shit. Which yes, I know I started but I was trying to get her to come home, and don’t get me started on the bare minimum shit she had in her closet. The food in the cupboards was more for kids than adults proving she’s not eating and only feeding our daughter and then there was the fact she was sleeping on the goddamn floor and Aisling was on a fucking mattress.
Aisling giggles in her sleep, making me smile while my heart aches.
I missed out on so much, and I get it, I really fucking do. Jas’s mama had just tried to kill our baby, she threatened me and then add my mama into the mix, she panicked, but six years, fucking six years.
The pregnancy, the birth, the sleepless nights, first words, first steps, first day of Kindergarten, I missed it all, and I don’t know if I can forgive Jas for that but I, fuck me, I can’t live without her, I’ve tried and failed.
