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“It’s also the most protective and loyal family that you could ever ask for.” I pointed at the table, and the vivid Brothers by Blood symbol that was carved deep into the wood. “That shit is more than just the patch we wear on our back. It’s who we are. It’s what we stand for. It’s who we stand beside, and it’s who we love.”
She stared, her eyes flicking and grazing over it like it was the first time she was really seeing it. Like it was the first time she believed it was more than just a logo or sign.
She nodded. “I get it.”
I wondered if she really did, but I’d already had my say. The rest was up to her.
She kept her face low as she walked past me. It was so unlike her. Sugar was strong. Even during the war in which we lost Op’s dad, she stood beside him and she stood with her head held high. I wondered what had happened so recently for her to feel so broken, so worn down.
A part of me hoped I hadn’t completely crushed her, I didn’t enjoy seeing her hurt. She had become like a sister to me. She technically wasn’t an Old Lady, but she was well respected within the club. And not just because she gave birth to the president’s daughter. But because she had the kind of aura that drew you in. She had a backbone, but she was also sweet and cared for all of us.
Seeing her hang her head hurt me, but I knew she needed to hear it. Blunt and straightforward. If she pussyfooted around this shit and ignored how major this was, then when shit hit the fan, we were all going to get sprayed.
