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A clearing throat broke my gaze and I listened as Judge began to speak. He held his head high despite the predicament he was in. That there told me just how much they needed us. He wasn’t going to come in here and beg and plead for help. That’s not what a strong president did.
He was going to lay it out on the table, and regardless of our answer he’d hold his shoulders back and walk out of here throwing a‘fuck you’over his shoulder.
I had to respect him for that.
“Got a club moving in on our turf, Vicious Vultures MC.” He clenched his fist as it sat atop the table. My mother, Jackie, wrapped her hand over his and gave a light squeeze. “They’ve been on our asses for a month or more now. Trying everything they have. Shooting down a couple of my boys, taking out shops in town, terrorizing people, and telling everyone if we don’t give it up that they’ll burn down everything until there’s nothing left.”
“You ride all the way here because of a war over your ground?” I scoffed. “This is what your other chapters are there for.”
Judge acknowledged my words but continued to talk to Op. “Another chapter came to help, drove them out for a bit but shit got serious… personal, two nights ago.” He cleared his throat and eyed my mom who nodded at him in support. “They took our baby girl.”
I stared at them in shock. I never knew anything about them having another child. I wondered if my father knew, surely he would have loved to have been able to throw that in my face. I pushed back from the table and forced myself to my feet.
I caught my mother move out of the corner of my eye but Op held up a hand, stopping her from climbing out of her chair.
“How old are we talking here?” Op enquired.
“She’s nineteen,” she answered softly.
Numbers began running through my head. How old was I when she left? How old am I now?
I turned sharply and stared her down. “A liar and a fucking cheat.” I licked my lips and glared at her.
“Matty…”
“That’s not my fucking name!” I yelled. I felt a hand on my shoulder, a light hand.
“Blizzard, it’s okay,” Chelsea told me softly.
“It’s not…” I tried to breathe but it was awkward and jolted, the adrenaline and anger filling my veins. “It’s not okay! While you were off fucking around and destroying my world, I was dealing with the aftermath. I was taking the beating for you!”
My mother gasped and a hand covered her mouth.
“I was taking a beating so you could go out and be a fucking whore.”
“Enough!” Judge snapped, slamming his palms on the table and glaring back at me. “Show your mother some fucking respect. You need to learn the truth before you start throwing unsupported accusations around.”
I took a step forward, Chelsea still gripping at my shoulder in a pathetic attempt to hold me back. “Unsupported? I have the fucking scars to prove it.”
“Blizzard, that’s fucking enough,” Op growled, standing too and turning his body to me. “Sit the fuck down, we aren’t done.”
Chelsea stepped in front of me now and I let her push me back until I felt my back hit the bar and I fell into a now vacated bar stool. She gripped my hand, my knuckles white from the harsh way I was clenching them. She pried it open and forced a cold beer bottle inside.
Leaning into me she whispered harshly, “Drink it before Op comes over here and knocks you the hell out.”
I looked over her head to my president. He may be my best friend, but he had the threat of violence in his eyes as he stared me down. I chugged at the bottle, the cool bitter liquid slipping down my throat. The room sat quietly. Chelsea watched me cautiously until she was satisfied, then she stepped away, sliding up behind Op.
With things calm, Op started again. “How’d they get her?”
My mom cleared her throat. “Picked her up straight outside her work. Killed one of the boys in the process.”
“And since then?” Leo asked, taking my place beside Op at the table.
“Demanding we hightail it out of town in exchange for her.” I looked up as another voice joined the conversation. He was young but tall and broad. He held a lighter in his hands, flicking it in his fingers.
“Guessing we aren’t looking at that as an option,” Leo responded.
The kid narrowed his eyes. “I want my fucking woman back! And unfortunately, for us, you might be the only way we can do that without losing our club or our lives in the process.”
