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I smirked, and he pointed his finger at me. “You’ve been the easy one. Didn’t lose you like Kobra, nor did I let you get a tattoo at fourteen.”
“I still can’t believe Ivy got that tattoo.”
“I thought she was talking about those fake temporary ones,” he muttered, before sighing. “Nope, not Ivy. Fucking got the anarchy symbol at fourteen! Hell, I doubt she even knew what it meant!”
“She had a crush on a boy whose name started with A.” I shed some more light onto Ivy’s teenager motives. “She thought it would impress him.”
The expression dropped off Dad’s face. “Well, that makes it a whole lot fucking worse.”
I giggled. “Come on, Dad, just think—you’ve got all this to look forward to with Ollie.”
He scoffed. “That’s if I survive you and your late rebelling.” He gave me a pointed look, causing the smile to drop from my face.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I promise all my rebelling is over.”
He scoffed. “Let’s face it, Holly. What ya did tonight wasn’t fully out of line. I made you question if I put you first, before the club.” His eyes locked with mine. “Don’t think I didn’t connect me patching Creed as VP and your sudden disappearance together.”
I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t want him taking the blame for what I had said. I owned it. And I wasn’t going to use his decisions at the club against him.
“There is blame on both sides, little one,” he added.
I nodded my head, but the truth was, there was another reason I was keeping a distance between my family and me. And that was due to black and blue bruises on my body…
18
Kobra
The one fucking time I left the house without my cut was the same day Dad fucking pulled me up on it. He knew Mum was soaking the blood out from that fight the other night. Yet he chose to sit at the fucking table to rank Creed in—and to bring up no member had a right to be at the table without a cut.
He wanted to make my life that bit harder. He saw me leave the house without it. Yet he waited till we sat down for the church meeting about Creed—to bring it up and then kicked me the fuck out of the discussion based on the fact I wasn’t wearing my vest.
All because he thought I was irritational and selfish by not keeping control over my temper.
I burst into the bathroom where Mum usually soaked the vests in the bathtub. Right now, I was prepared to wear it dripping wet just to prove a point to Dad. Then maybe punch the next bastard that walked past me.
“Fuck,” I said loudly when I realised Holly was in the bathroom, standing in her underwear. I went to close the door, but then I paused and slowly pushed the door back wide open. Not because I was a creep and wanted to look at my half-naked sister. It was because I saw something on her body.
Smouldering rage slowly crept through me as I stared. I was used to the blue and black shades on my own flesh. After all, we kids had been cursed with our mother’s ivory skin colour, which made bruises look a hell of a lot worse.
Deep dark blue with tinted purple edges and fading yellow marks covered Holly’s upper arm and side.
“Kobra…” Her words shook with fear. “Kobra, please, just turn around and act like you haven’t seen anything.”
My eyes slowly went from the bruising to look into her terrified blue orbs. I took one step more into the bathroom, and I closed the door behind me. Did she think that I would look the other way? Did she really think I’d walk back out that door, knowing someone had laid hands on her?
When the door clicked closed behind me, I saw the panic and dread on her face.
“Explain,” I said, only the one word, and walked to the bathtub. My club vest was deep in the water, and the water was slightly red-tinted. I had a feeling the cut was better off remaining in the water than on me because I felt like I’d be spreading more blood soon.
I sat on the edge of the bath, watching her get a towel and wrap it around her.
“Trey’s a good man,” were the first words from her lips, and I scoffed immediately.
So Trey had laid hands on my sister. Did he expect to be breathing long? My eyes remained locked on her.
“You can’t do anything, Kobra. He’s connected. His father is an officer, one we don’t control.” She listed facts that should stop me from wanting to bring madness on him. “I’m keeping my distance from him. I’ve learnt my lesson. Does that mean anything?”
I heard her frustration, and I just stared at her.
