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“She won’t get any support if she hides the kids from Neal.”
“She’ll bring them to visit him but not you.”
Snorting, Ruin turns away to avoid laughing in the men’s faces. He’s apparently amused by my offer to bring my kids to visit their abusive dad who is currently fertilizing my backyard.
“Their grandma’s not in good health,” Missus Hogan lies, switching from attack to whine mode. “This might be her last chance to see them before the end.”
“I hope she took pictures the last time they visited because that’s all she’s getting. Well, unless Neal wants to invite his mom over when he gets his visitation.”
To avoid laughing, Eagle pretends to look out the window. Hell, Armor’s even amused. I can tell when his jaw unclenches twenty percent.
Jakob glares at me. “You’re probably a pervert, wanting to rape the whore’s ugly kids.”
“Sell them into sex slavery,” Missus Hogan adds.
Inching closer, I fight to keep my hands to myself. “If you think that, call the police. When they dig into my life, they’ll learn all about Blair’s broken arm and your son’s violent tendencies. Think he’ll come back if you sic the law on him?”
Normally, I wouldn’t waste time arguing with these assholes. However, I consider how many times Landry held her tongue with the morons. Fucking with them is my gift to her.
My last comment seems to break Jakob for a moment. His big face twists with confused thoughts. I imagine Landry meeting this man when she was barely in her twenties. She probably hoped he would treat her kindly. I hate to think of her pain when she realized what kind of garbage family she married into.
“Landry’s a lying cunt!” Jakob suddenly screams in my face. “She broke that girl’s arm! She’s always beating those kids! The best thing that could happen to that baby she’s carrying is for it to die before she gets her hands on it!”
A switch flips inside me. I instantly forget about tormenting them for fun. Lunging for the asshole, I’m met by Armor and Ruin holding me back. I push through them, nearly getting my hands on Jakob and making his “dying” wife a widow.
Eagle is able to throw his weight into the huddle, preventing me from killing the asshole in Ruin’s office in front of his two startled assistants.
“Get the fuck out!” Ruin yells at the men.
Even now, as a man larger, younger, and stronger than him, prepares to rip them apart, Jakob is blind to his own survival. He starts talking shit and making threats.
However, Missus Hogan sees past his own stupidity to the pain I’m ready to dish out. He walks to the door and tells us to expect to hear from their lawyer. Jakob grudgingly follows after calling me a “cucked soy boy” for some damn reason.
Giving up on breaking free from my club brothers, I glare at the exiting Copper assholes. I ought to be able to control myself with them. I’m the one with the upper hand. Reacting to their bullshit shouldn’t be on my radar.
Except, when they say fucked-up shit or make accusations, I picture Landry and the kids hearing such crap for years. The nonstop stupidity could break down anyone.
“Those cocksuckers need to be buried deep,” Ruin mutters and looks at Yazmin. “Are you okay?” he asks, and she offers a slight nod. “Why did you let them in here?”
“He told me to.”
Everyone just stares at her while Selene holds her hand. The sisters seem blank in a way that makes me check out. I don’t know how to handle a lack of reaction. Meanwhile, Armor frowns at Ruin and then Yazmin.
“Ruin is your boss,” he says, stepping closer when our president doesn’t speak up. “His rules come first. You don’t listen to anyone who isn’t in the club. Not rednecks or those office fucks downstairs or the delivery guy. You only listen to Ruin, the club, or your sister.”
“What about Wynonna?” Selene asks with her gaze down as if afraid of pissing off the predator.
Ruin notices his woman’s submissive posture and stands between Armor and her.
“I’ve got this.”
“Do you?” Armor barks at our president. “She opened the door for them. You are her boss. Yazmin understands hierarchy. Random fucks don’t override your rules.”
Ruin and Armor get in each other’s face, ready to throw down over who gets to boss around Yazmin.
Ignoring them, I focus on the women who notice me and step closer together as if I’m super scary.
“You’re going to the spa with Landry tomorrow,” I say, and they nod with their gazes down. “Please, don’t tell her what happened today. She is under a lot of stress. The baby is due in a few weeks. Blair is almost done with school. Soon, they’ll be away from those fucks, so I don’t need her getting upset, okay?”
