Of course, he doesn’t believe me.
I narrow my eyes at the man, and Logan sighs, “Easy tiger, put your claws away,” before he states, “And if you think I’m going to allow you to leave, then you have another thing coming.”
I shake my head as I stand up, suddenly too tired for this. Though that could be the drugs leaving my system.
“You haven’t got a choice because you know what, Tank?” I sneer, and he narrows his eyes at my use of his road name. I snap, “Why don’t I use your tactics shall we? Pretty sure stealing sedatives from the hospital is a felony and not only could youlose your job, but you could also end up doing time, so, you try and keep me here, I will make waves because what you did upstairs was disgusting and not fucking okay no matter what has gone on. What I decided to do in order to protect you and our daughter especially when you are my only, meaning the past six years I have devoted to our daughter and a job I didn’t actually want all while pining for you,” Logans face turns hard but I don’t stop, “You made me feel cheap and dirty and I refuse to stay around here when you look at me like I’m a piece of shit on your shoe. I’ve made a life for myself in Huntingdon, and while it’s hard and I’m struggling, it is my life, one that isn’t being controlled by my mother, so I won’t let you come and derail it.”
Shaking my head at him, I turn and look at his shocked father and I snap, “Your wife needs locking up!”
Now it’s his turn to turn stoic, but I ignore him and the man I broke and I walk out of the kitchen where I made plenty of meals for us—where we had food fights and made love on the side—and head for the stairs to check on my daughter and somehow, I need to see how I can get back to my new life because let’s face it, my brother won’t help me.
The ass allowed Logan to stab a freaking needle into my neck but hey, am I shocked? No, not really, he also stood back and watched the treatment I got over the years.
I get to the top of the stairs when a knock sounds at the front door, and I growl as I turn and stomp back down and out of habit I call, “I’ve got it,” just as I get to the door before swinging it open, only to suddenly regret it.
Crap…
“What are you doing back here?!” my ex’s, I guess that is what Logan is now, lover demands, and I eye the trenchcoat, and Deja vu hits me.
You have got to be kidding me!
“I asked you a goddamn question, little girl!” she snaps, and I snort, I can’t help it.
I’m nearly thirty, and she’s calling me a little girl, seriously?
“Coming from the one who prefers little boys,” I say, causing her face to redden, “I mean, screwing your best friend's sixteen-year-old son nearing the age of forty, trying to trap him, well, you are one hell of a cougar, aren’t cha?”
Her body trembles, and I curl my lip at her and call, “Logan, it’s for you, your cougar is back.”
Chapter 17
Tank
“Why do I feel you’re about to confirm what she’s saying is true?” Dad says, tension in his voice as I watch my girl walk away, the conversation finished for her.
The look of defeat on her face, after barely five hours back home, hurts because she’s done with me, with us.
Fuck.
I love her. That’s why I’m struggling and hurting this much. I can’t get those five years back with Aisling, or the six lost with my girl, because she chose not to speak to me, knowing my stance in the club.
I would have done everything in my power to protect them both, including leaving the club, which I did anyhow, yet after five hours of not dealing withherrepercussions, she’s done.
I really shouldn’t have drugged her, maybe we could have spoken calmer and I wouldn’t have walked away like I did upstairs.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have walked away and made her feel cheap, she’s anything but cheap.
“Son,” Dad pries, and I sigh as I look his way.
No matter what’s been said, no matter how thick the tension and resentment between us, I fucking hate that I’m about to hurt him.
“Mama was what broke the camel’s back, so to speak. She is the reason Jas decided to run rather than speak to me. Jas was attacked by her own mother and got the doctors to write she miscarried and she booked it after Mama claimed she would have slit my daughter’s throat if she had been born,” I finally inform him, “That is why Doc wanted her out, why I left the fucking club after you all sided with that woman who, fuck Dad, she made my life hell before you decided to train me for the enforcer role then tried dictating my whole life when you went to Tiffany after finding out she cheated several times.”
A storm of emotions flickers across his face, but the final one—raw, pure anger—stuns me. Jas saw it coming, but I waited for disbelief instead just like she got.
“What do you mean by making your life hell before I started training you?” Dad demands lowly, and I deflate.
I may have been hoping he wouldn’t want the details but I guess I’m not that lucky.
