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She nods, knowing I won't speak about club business, something she's always respected, showing what a great old lady she will be.
I turn to April as Doc walks over and kisses her head. "I'll come to check on you in a few hours, princess." He gives Liv a kiss on her head.
I look down at my little girl to find her smiling at me.
"Are you really going to marry Momma and buy me a princess dress."
I hear Livvy sigh and Doc chuckle as he stands near the door waiting for me.
"Absolutely, Little Red, but you've got to help me convince your momma." She nods, making me chuckle before I kiss her head again. "Alright, darling, get some rest. I promise I'll be here when you wake in the morning, okay?"
She nods and kisses my cheek, whispering, "Love you, Daddy." My heart melts at my little girl's sweetness. I tuck her in before going over to Livvy, whose eyes are wet with unshed tears. I kneel before her, cupping her cheeks and rubbing my thumb along her jaw.
"I will make up to you for what I did earlier. I know you say we're not an item and that it wasn't cheating—" She goes to speak but I gently squeeze her jaw. "Freckles, to me, it still felt like I cheated." I lean forward, placing my lips against the side of her mouth. She sucks in a breath as I rasp, "You own all of me, baby. I think it's time you understood that. One month, six, a year, I don't care how long it takes, you’re mine."
I place another gentle kiss before getting up. I blew a kiss to April before leaving without looking back, knowing I wouldn't want to leave them if I did.
Doc grips my shoulder as we walk past the nurse's desk. "You didn't cheat, brother."
I nod. "Doesn't stop me from feeling like I did, brother."
He squeezes my shoulder in support.
Twenty minutes later, we're walking into the outhouse, a metal, soundproof building with an in-house burner for our 'guests', about a mile from the clubhouse but still on club land.
Snake looks up as we walk in, and I tilt my head, recognizing Harold instantly. He pales at seeing me.
"Now, why would my old history teacher be chained and gagged in our outhouse?" I ask.
Snake smirks. "Your old history teacher decided he liked Lola."
My eyes narrow as Doc steps forward with rage. "Explain, Prez."
Oh shit, he's pissed. Lola has refused to speak to Doc since he chose Prue as his old lady instead of her best friend, with whom Doc has been in love since we were kids.
Snake smashes a hammer into Harold's knee, making him muffle a cry of pain behind his gag before pointing it at us. "Lola went into work for her first day as the guidance counselor and who goes into her new office, shuts the door and leans against it, trying to intimidate her?" He smashes the hammer into his other knee before snarling, "This motherfucker!"
I lean back against the wall behind me before grabbing a cig from my cut pocket, lighting it up. Harold’s hazel eyes widen with fear knowing about the “rumors”, and I smirk and ask, "What did he do, Prez?"
Snake sneers at the man. "He told our club princess that if she didn't get on her knees, he'd ensure she'll lose her fucking job, and when our girl mouthed back, the fucker hit her before trying to rape her on her brand-new desk. Kennedy called me; Lola didn't want to involve the club."
My eyes darken as Doc picks up the axe leaning against the metal table, anger etching his features for what this fucker tried to do to his sister, and anger at the fact Kennedy, who left months ago, got in contact with Snake and not him.
"Which hand grabbed my sister?"
Harold's eyes widen before he shakes his head, trying to talk around his gag, but Snake ignores him, pointing to his right hand and then his left. Doc runs over to him and lifts the axe up, bringing it down on the fuckers right hand, hitting the fuckers fingers that are taped to the chair. All four fall to the floor, blood squirting out of the wounds. Harold cries behind the gag as his thumb moves while Doc packs the wound, then grabs the axe again, lifting it before cutting through the fingers on the other hand, making me smirk as he packs the wound again.
Looks like this fucker is in for a night of pain.
I push against the wall as Doc breathes heavily. I take a puff of my smoke before blowing it in the fucker's face, his eyes full of tears.
I snicker, "Looks like you've gone and fucked up, sir!"
He lets out a sob, and I grin coldly, happy that I get to take out my frustrations with this fucker before I put my cig out on his forehead, digging it in deep.
"Time for some fun, boys," I rasp.
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