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Hammer continues, “How the fuck am I supposed to stay calm when some low-life piece of shit drags my little girl into another fucking country?”
“Hammer,” Amara warns him, her gaze focused on his. “Remember who you’re talking to.”
Hammer licks his lips and shakes his head, “Sure, I might be talkin’ some shit to a VP for the club, but this runs deeper than that, Amara. He took Oakleigh to Mexico and didn’t say shit to me. I don’t care, that’s fucked up.”
It wasn’t my place to tell Hammer that Oakleigh was coming with me.
That was between the two of them.
Oakleigh jumps in, “It wasn’t his job to tell you. I made my choice.”
Hammer’s eyes move back to his daughter, “Oak, for the love of God, stay out of this.”
She doesn’t back down, her fiery determination taking her over. “How the fuck am I supposed to stay out of this when the reason you’re screaming at him is because of me, huh?”
Fuck, this is one of the many reasons I’m so drawn to her.
I grumble under my breath, “Maybe if you knew what was goin’ on, you wouldn’t be so damn quick to assume I’m some perverted asshole.”
Hammer catches my words and narrows his eyes.
I glance at Oakleigh for a split second and she sighs.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demands.
"Means you’ll feel real fuckin’ stupid later down the line," I reply, refusing to air Oak’s addiction out there for everyone.
It's not my place to tell him about her drug usage, or how fucking depressed she obviously was.
But, this is the part that gets me.
He’s her fucking father, so how did he not notice something was going on?
If he knew, maybe he'd understand why I brought her here, why I did what I did.
But, it’s not my business to tell, so I’ll keep it to myself.
Hammer shakes his head, his anger only growing more. “This is a big joke to you, isn’t it? Did you enjoy stealing her away from her family?”
Okay, this has gone on for too long.
Clenching my jaw, I finally lose it. “Look, I didn’t steal Oak away from you. She came with me willingly, and for the record, I care immensely about your daughter.”
“Care?” he barks out with a bitter laugh. “You think dragging her here, screwing around with her, is called ‘caring’? You’re nothing but a piece of shit, Razor.”
I shake my head, but I know he’s going to think however he’s going to think about me.
The sad part is we never had a problem before this.
We got along just fine.
I get it, though.
He needs someone to blame and I’m the scapegoat.
If being the bad guy means Oakleigh has a safe place to start over, then fine I’m the fucking bad guy.
I’ll deal with his wrath if it means she stays clean and is happy.
