I sigh, “Again, what can I do for you?”
I’m not going to deny it, I’m not surprised Axel would come to confront me. He and Doc are basically my best friends and the only ones, besides Dad, Doc, and Lyndsey, who know where I live, though, Lyndsey only found out because she followed me home one night after work like a fucking stalker.
“Your dad wants you at the club to see this,” he says seriously, and I swallow hard, knowing exactly what I need to witness.
Am I shocked it’s taken him two weeks to decide to do this? No, not really. He wanted to give me time to process the fact that my mother wanted to slice my daughter's throat open after she was born, but am I surprised he’s doing this publicly? Yeah, I kind of am.
Despite him hooking up with Tiffany, he loves Mama. He always has, but she strayed, hurting him, which is the only reason why he fucks the clubwhore who would give anything to have his patch though this might make her a little crazy.
“Why do I need to be there for it?” I ask, not wanting to leave Jas alone.
If Dad is the one kicking my mother out, then who in the fuck will stay with my girl and ensure she doesn’t leave me?
“Because the bitch treated you like dirt all because of your gender and she threatened your girl, pushing her to make the decision to leave you so get your ass here. Vincent is on his way to guard your woman and yes he’s under strict instructions to keep his fucking mouth shut about your address or he won’t just lose his prospect patch but his life, so move it, brother,” that said, he hangs up and I huff as I look at the spare bedroom door, glaring at it.
“Can’t believe she slept in the spare room yet a-fucking-gain,” I mutter with anger, and I shake my head before heading to Aisling's room.
I honestly thought she’d give in by now, I mean come on, she shouldn’t be the one pissed!
I slowly open the door to my daughters room and smile, seeing Aisling's leg hanging off her bed, her mouth open as she lightly snores with her arm above her head, before shutting the door again and walking to the stairs, my heart full having my girls under my roof and even though I don’t want to fucking go to the club I know if I don’t show up, Doc will come here with the brothers in tow just to piss me off, and at least this way, I can give Jas some time to think about her fuck up and I can try to reign in my harsh words that push her further away.
***
I slowly lick my bottom lip half an hour later, as I look at the clubhouse, a place I barely fucking came to because of that woman, and the urge to drive back off again consumes me.
Growing up, I thought becoming a brother would center me, help me belong somewhere, but fuck, watching everyone laugh with my mother, watching them dote on her, it made me fucking sick.
It didn’t matter how many times I went to the clubhouse, she was always there, each and every fucking time. Always with Lyndsey and Kate in tow, pushing me further and further out of the brotherhood, and meeting Jas, I finally knew what home felt like, and that is why I’m so pissed off at her.
Yeah, it hurts knowing she kept my daughter from me, but a small part of me, and I mean the tiniest part, understands her mindset. Her mother tried to make her to have a miscarriage then my mother who according to Dirty had me watched which is how she apparently knew about Jas, threatened to kill her if she didn’t leave. Told her if she hadn’t miscarried she wouldhave slit our daughter’s throat at birth scaring the living shit outta her, so yeah, I kind of understand when I don’t want to but the thing I can’t seem to forgive right now, is not just her staying away for as long as she did, making me miss all the milestones in my daughter’s life and the willingness to go back to Huntingdon right after Granny’s funeral without being seen, but she took my home from me.
“Come on, brother,” Stone says from near the door, and I huff, “Not a brother,” as I climb off my Harley.
For two weeks, the brothers have given me space, but something deep inside is telling me that space will now be invaded. Vincent being at the house is proof of that.
“Yeah, you are, so stop with that shit and get inside, your father is just waiting for you, and the brothers want to grovel and most importantly understand why you left, only the officers are aware of the situation,” Stone grunts, and I just snort.
I don’t want their groveling, I just want my girls to stay with me.
I walk past a pissed off Stone, not happy I haven’t come back to the club, and head inside, every head swiveling my way, but I ignore them all and lock eyes with my mother's dark brown ones that tear up, putting on a show.
“Tank, sweetheart, you’re back,” she says as she stands, and shockingly – not – Kate stands with her, biting her bottom lip as she eyes me up.
“Nope, not back,” I state firmly, and the brothers scowl my way, but I just shrug, “I need to focus on my girls.”
“Girls?” Kate questions, “What girls?”
I smirk as Mama looks down and I state, “My girl and my daughter.”
The brothers all sit up straight at my confession, all shocked that not only do I have a girl but also a kid while Kate looks at my mother sharply, her face bright red as she accuses, “You lied tome! You said she lost the brat, and if she hadn’t, you would have slit its throat!”
The brothers tense while Mama glares at Kate and, completely forgetting she’s in a room full of brothers who have no idea what she’s done, growls, “Her chart said she fucking miscarried, Kate! I don’t have x-ray vision, I didn’t know the child survived, and she had a girl, a daughter I couldn’t have.”
“Are you seriously admitting if Tank's old lady had a boy, you would have slit your grandson’s fucking throat?!” Taser, Anchor's dad cuts her off with a shout, making both women jump as they look around the room to see every eye on them, making Kate shrink back while Mama, her eyes connect with mine.
“You always wanted a girl, right, Sara?” I confirm, and she flinches at the use of her name.
“I love you, you are my son, and I’ve been worried about you,” she whispers, and I snort.
