“Tank,” Doc says, gaining my attention, “put your cut back on.”
“Years I have fucking spent watching the brothers dote on that woman, ignoring her pushing Kate on me, ignoring the fact she broke the rules within the club every fucking day by having those women around because she wanted what she wanted,” I remind them, “The brothers stood by her when their own pres demanded she leave club property.”
“Because they knew the rules,” Doc says, “A full vote needed to be had before someone can be kicked off club grounds especially an old lady of thirty years, and you know this.”
“You sound like Jasmine,” I mutter and he chuckles, “She’s a smart girl. I know she hurt you by leaving the way she did, but brother, she was scared not only just for herself and her unborn baby but also for you.”
I sigh as I shake my head and look down at my phone, my thumb still hovering over Vincent's name, before it rings and I frown.
Vincent Prospect
“It’s Vincent,” I mutter, and the brothers all tense as I answer the phone, my gut pulling, telling me something isn’t right.
“Vincent?!” I answer with force, ensuring the phone is on loudspeaker just as his panicked voice comes in, “Get to the park now, your mama and that bitch who always hangs around with her have fucking cornered Jasmine on the bench, and I can’t get to her because I have Aisling on the jungle gym!”
Damn it!!
My lock eyes with Docs, who sees the panic and orders, “Vincent, stay with Aisling and fucking protect that girl with your life, brothers ride out but stop a quarter of the way from the park so we don’t give ourselves away!” and I quickly rushout past them, shoving my phone in my pocket without even hanging up the call.
I swear, if my mother forces Jas to leave again, I don’t give a shit that she’s my blood, I’ll fucking kill her myself!
***
Three minutes – three long ass fucking minutes that felt like a lifetime – that is how long it takes us to get close enough to the park without being heard, without indicating our arrival to my own fucking mother, who is adamant to ruin my goddamn life before we pull up on the sidewalk.
You would think she’d learn her lesson being kicked outta the club, huh?
My jaw tightens as I spot my truck and the club’s SUV and not waiting for the brothers, I jump off my Harley—don’t care if it falls—and sprint for the park. Before I reach the gate, someone yanks my shirt from behind, jerking me back. I turn, about to snap, and see it’s Ace. He shakes his head and mutters, “Look at the fucking bench, brother!”
I do as he says, and so much fucking anger and panic hits me all at once.
My girl, my amazing, beautiful, stubborn fucking girl who broke me, sits stoically in between my mother, who is smirking and Kate, whose hand is pressed against my girl's side.
“Is she fucking pretending to hold a gun?” Anchor asks with confusion, and I mutter in return, “I don’t know, but we need to do something now!”
“Shit!” Stone sneers and I look his way only to see his eyes on the park but not where my girl is and I follow his sight only to tense at the fucking scene.
Vincent has one arm keeping my trembling little girl behind him as she grips the back of his prospect cut and a gun pointed in the other at the man who wanted my girl anyway he could get her, including trying to rape her at four-fucking-teen.
“Fucking Bruce!” I growl as I grab my phone and take several pictures, then send them to Brady.
He may be outta town, trying to stay away from his mama, who is actively searching for her daughter, but he’ll want to know about this.
I lock my jaw seeing Aisling trembling, but the fear running through me, fuck, it is unlike anything I have ever felt before.
“Why am I not surprised your mother got someone to do her dirty work while she keeps Jas with her!” Dad growls as Doc confirms, “He's the man her mama was trying to force her with isn’t he?”
I grunt a ‘yep’ as my phone buzzes.
Fuckface Brady:
Fucking kill the bastard!
I really should change his name on my phone.
“Brady said kill him,” I sneer, glaring at the fucker grinning at the prospect, clearly hoping to scare him but what Bruce isn’t aware of, Vincent would die for Aisling, it’s whyIsponsored him in as a prospect, he’s fucking loyal as anything and will make a brilliant brother.
“Shouldn’t bring a knife to a fucking gun fight,” Dirty growls and I breathe heavy.
