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She kept her mouth shut, knowing anything she said in this room could be held against her in court. I tried another tactic. My mom had never done well under a lot of pressure, and if there was something I could do when I was pissed was get the truth out of someone, especially if I was fucking hurting.
“Tell me, mother,” I spat the name, “do you know what your betrayal has done to everyone? Travis is going nuts. Katie . . .” I let my voice trail off. “Well, I’m sure you know how your best friend is reacting to this, considering Dad was Travis’s best friend.”
She glared at me harshly, knowing exactly what I was doing to her, but clenched her jaw to keep her mouth shut. “Then again, Katie’s probably renounced your title as best friend, huh? After all, you just don’t do this kind of shit.”
She kept silent. I was getting really fucking tired of this game she had going on. I wanted some fucking answers, and I fucking wanted them right then. I jumped up from my chair, sending it flying against the wall. She jumped in fear, knowing just how ruthless and uncaring I was when I was pissed. “Do you want to know how I fucking feel?!” I screamed at her.
She shook her head no, tears filling her eyes. I knew she was getting ready to crumble under the pressure I was applying. I knew the moment I poured out how I was feeling, she would crack. I slammed my hand onto the table, making her jump again.
“Well, too fucking bad,” I snarled at her. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the floor in front of the table. “He was my fucking dad, Amy.” I spat her name out, fucking sick of calling her mother and mom. She was no fucking mother of mine, that was for damn sure. “He was the one fucking person that was always by my side! Even if he was silent, I knew he was working things out for me. He was the only fucking person that visited me in jail, who tried to help me while I was inside. I fucking loved Daddy!” I screamed, tears filling my eyes. She flinched at the name Daddy, refusing to meet my eyes.
“Why would you do something like this to him?! He loved you unconditionally! You treated him like absolute shit, andstill, he stuck by your side because he fucking loved you so goddamn much! You made him absolutely fucking miserable! Even if you hated him and wanted him gone so bad, why didn’t you think of your fucking daughter?!” I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Did you even think about how this would affect me?!”
“Yes, I did!” she finally yelled back at me, tears flowing down her face. “Your father was a horrible influence on you, Amelia! I thought with him gone, you would finally straighten yourself out!”
I ignored her. Her statement wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I continued on as if she had never spoken. “You even tried acting the sad fucking widow, telling me you couldn’t be in the same room as me because I reminded you too much of him—”
“I wasn’t acting when I said that!” she yelled at me, sobbing. “Amelia, when I first met your father, he acted exactly like you do! You two are more alike than you could even begin to imagine, and knowing that his death had pushed you into that kind of person cut me deep! I have murder on my hands now, and for what reason?” she snapped.
I clenched my fists. I wanted to know how she found out where they were going. I wanted to know how she went into that territory without getting hurt. However, I couldn’t ask her. I wasn’t stupid. There were monitors in here that could send me and everyone else in the club to prison with her. I glared at her, tears pouring down my face. “I hope your time in prison is ten times fucking worse than what I had to deal with,” I seethed. She recoiled from the dangerous gleam in my eyes. “You deserve to fucking rot there for what you did.”
I walked to the door and banged on it, letting them know I wanted out. The door opened, and I stormed out, wanting to get out of the station as fast as fucking possible. Cole was waiting outside for me. He opened his mouth to say something until his eyes landed on my face. He sighed and pulled me into his arms wordlessly. I sobbed into his chest, my tears soaking his shirt.
I knew what she had done now, and a part of me wished I didn’t know.
* * *
I walked aheadof Cole into the clubhouse wordlessly. It was still a mess from what had happened yesterday. Travis had gone fucking ballistic, destroying everything in his fucking path after the agents had left.
Travis jumped off the ground,his face a mask of pure rage. I had never seen Travis like this. He looked like he could murder my mom.
“You fucking whore!” he roared at my mom. “How the fuck could you do something like this?!”
“I didn’t fucking do it!” she yelled at Travis, her bottom lip trembling.
“Like hell you fucking didn’t!” he yelled at her. “My best friend is fucking dead because of you! If you were that fucking miserable with him, why the fuck didn’t you just get a goddamn divorce?!”
At this point, he was already across the lot, standing in front of her and the agent that was pulling her toward the car. “Travis, I didn’t do it.” Her voice cracked though, giving away her lie.
He wrapped his hands around her neck. “If another fucking lie comes out of your mouth—”
Cole unwrapped Travis’s hands from around her throat, and another club member pulled him backward. Katie came over and slammed her fist into my mom’s face. Blood spurted from her nose. The agent stood by quietly, not doing anything. Smart man, he was. This was a family matter, and he obviously knew better than to get in the middle of it.
“If you fucking show your face around here ever again, I’ll bury you myself, do you understand?” Katie snarled at her.
With that statement, Katie moved away from her, going to Travis. Travis was sitting on the ground, his face in his hands, tears running down his cheeks. She moved his hands and cupped his cheeks, making him meet her eyes. My heart clenched seeing Travis so broken. He never cried, and he rarely showed emotion unless he was yelling at someone.
“Baby, she will get the end that she deserves,” Katie said softly to him. “Trust me; I’ll make sure of it.”
That was enough of a shock to most of us around. Katie was actually showing some affection toward her husband. The next thing could have knocked us to the ground with the shock we felt. Travis yanked Katie down on his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly, burying his face in her neck. She rubbed her hand over his hair softly, whispering comforting words into his ear.
I turned away at that point.
I lookedat the women and the prospects. “Get this place cleaned up,” I ground out.
Travis came over to me. Cole wrapped an arm around my waist protectively. His dad shook his head at him, letting Cole know that he wasn’t there to start any shit with me. “I’m not here to take revenge, Cole,” Travis told him. “By the look on her face, I know she had nothing to do with this. But since Amy is a fucking bitch—may she burn in Hell—I got everything that I knew Luke would rather see you with than anyone else,” he told me, handing the box in his hands to Cole. Travis gave me a small smile that looked more like a grimace. He was obviously still hurting after finding out his best friend’s wife killed his best friend. “Amelia, no one here thinks of you the way we all think of her. You’re Luke’s daughter, and you’re family. Nothing will change that. You may not have any blood to turn to, but you have us,” he assured me.
I hugged him, tears dripping down my cheeks for the second time that day. “Thank you,” I whispered.
