The knife digs deeper, and I swallow the gasp as Kate says, “Mama knew I wanted Lo-Lo, I have since I was twelve, and I won’t have you come here with that brat in tow and take what is rightfully mine.” I feel her mouth near my ear as she whispers, “Once I’ve tasted your blood, I’m going to taste hers,” before she licks my ear, and okay, this woman is bat shit crazy.
I lock eyes with Sara, hers hardening before she grins coldly and reminds me, “I told you not to come back, I told you I’d kill that child if it was born.”
Does it escape me that she’s calling my daughterit? Nope, not one bit.
She doesn’t want to see her as a girl, something she desperately wanted, or at least that is what I thought until she sneers, “I guess I’ll just have to take her with me instead,” and Kate gasps in shock.
Huh, guess they didn’t plan that bit either.
I side eye Aisling again only to see Vincent looking my way with complete fear, his phone to his ear and I blink four times, needing him to look away, to not get their attention and as if he knows what I need, he turns around and acts like he’s focusing on Aisling who is unaware of the situation just as the knife is removed then stabbed back into me and I gasp, not able to keep it in as I bend slightly before coughing.
“You ready to die?” Kate asks with a whisper and Sara glares at me as she answers for me, “I think she is, she got me kicked out of my home, kicked away from my family and tried trapping my son when he was already taken,” she leans forward as my tears spill, the pain too much as my body trembles and she says, “Time to say goodbye Jassy…”
The name hits me right in the gut, and I choke, “You know Bruce…” And Sara grins widely.
Oh God, Aisling is in more danger than I realize, and I quickly side-eye her again to see Vincent standing in front of her while she trembles behind him, and he holds a gun up to.
No, no, no, Bruce…
I need Logan.
Chapter 21
Tank
I frown as Jas’s phone goes to voicemail for the tenth time in the past twenty five minutes, and I hang up, looking at my phone with concern as I bring up Vincent's number, fucking glad I didn’t remove the prospects from my phone.
Since snapping out of my shock and shoving Chanel away, cursing her out and saying I’m taken before demanding her to leave, I’ve tried calling Jas, something I haven’t done since her being back in our home. Guilt for another woman’s mouth on mine eats at me even if I didn’t want it, but Jas hasn’t answered. I’ve tried not to call Vincent, but I’m panicking.
I know she doesn’t know Chanel flung herself at me like a desperate whore, but my fear is over taking me, fear that she’s run again and somehow got away from the prospect.
Fuck, she’s going to be pissed if I call Vincent to get her to speak to me after I’ve done nothing but be a dick to her.
“Brother,” Ace says just as I’m about to say,fuck itand press on Vincent's name, and I look up expecting him to ask for me to have a look at his bike as soon as I’ve finished Thunder's, which is worse off than I originally thought, but instead I furrow my brows at the scene before me.
The whole officer brotherhood stands before me, their arms crossed over their chests, Doc front and center.
How in the fuck did I not hear them all pull up?
“What’s going on?” I ask, not taking my thumb away from Vincent's name as I eye the brothers who all look fucking determined, and it hits me.
Ah fuck…
“We’re here to get our brother back,” Dirty says forcefully as my dad grins from behind them, and I sigh.
“I can’t,” I mutter, and Dad snorts, causing me to glare his way.
He’s not helping, and he knows it.
“You can and you will,” Trigger states, “I’ve gone through hell and back, and you were the one who helped keep me going, just like you were the one who convinced Summer to keep her baby. You’re the fucking heart of this club.”
“I was barely at the club,” I remind him softly, to help open their eyes that I was basically a part-time fucking brother because of who birthed me but he just smiles.
“That is the thing, Tank,” Anchor says, gaining my attention, “You were barely at the club yet when we needed you, there you were being what we needed. Put your cut back on.”
I shake my head. “I can’t deal with this right now. I need to reach my girl, who’s not at home and is ignoring my calls. Apparently, I’m not allowed to feel hurt that she kept my daughter from me for six fucking years!”
“I can track her, but it’ll cost you,” Dirty says, and he grins wide at the glare I send his way, the fucker.
