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His friend has my father halted a few feet away from the two of us, and the yelling kicks off again.
“Myson? You’re fucking myson!?”
“It’s not like that,” Jonathan insists, but it’s no use.
“I always knew you were a desperate whore, but my fucking son!? That’s the level you steep to for a hit of dick? My s—”
I step around Jonathan and Victor fast enough that they can’t hold me back. My fist snaps out, catching him in the jaw hard enough to hurt my knuckles before he can refer to me ashisanother time. He drops to the ground, cursing at the pain but remaining conscious. I couldn’t really stand up to my dad when it came to a personal attack, but his ugly words toward Jonathan were too much. I suppose I’m strong enough when it comes to my man. I like that.
Victor fists his shirt, pulling him to his feet. “That’s your cue to leave, ‘ya hear? As far as the law is concerned, your divorce is already final. You have no place here. If I catch you around Jonathan or Liam again, it won’t be a sucker punch to the face that has you on the ground. It’ll be a bullet.”
“You can’t threaten me—”
“Not only can I threaten you,” Victor snaps, shaking the man to catch his full attention. “I can kill you. You wouldn’t be the first piece of trash I’ve taken out, and you wouldn’t be the last. I run the biggest club in the state, the police commissioner is in my pocket, and no lawyer would dare take you on as a client. You havenothingand I’ll be watching you. Let that sink in.”
Victor is forcing him out of the house before he can argue any further.
“What if he doesn’t leave?” I worry, grabbing Jonathan’s hand.
“Victor isn’t going to give him a choice,” he assures me. “We didn’t come alone, baby. The guys will get him out of here. Maybe even out of the state. I promise.”
“Who even is that?” I blurt. “I mean, he’s in a gang, isn’t he? That’s whatclubmeans, right? And why didn’t you tell me you sent divorce papers?”
“Victor is one of my oldest friends,” he explains. “He is the head of a motorcycle club. I’ll tell you everything, just swear to me again that you’re okay.”
I lean close, brushing our noses and then our lips. “I’m okay, I promise.”
A throat clears, and my eyes lift, finding Victor. “I can see that tonight may not be the best time for introductions. Got a couple of prospects working on fixing your door, so you’ll be fine to stay here tonight. We’ll make plans for another time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jonathan agrees. “Another time is probably best. Thank you, brother. I owe you one.”
Victor shakes his head. “Nah, you don’t. But you’re welcome.” He gives me a nod. “Be seeing you, Liam.”
I give an awkward wave, and then we’re alone. He sits me down, and spills his guts. Blurting out every bit of information on his past and how this whole situation came about.
Jonathan confirms my suspicions that he was never really romantic with my father, and simply a friend who went to extreme lengths in an attempt to save him from himself. He married my dad to help him financially, and monitor his addictions. Sex, booze, occasionally drugs, destructive behavior, and more.
When dad stopped trying and started to take advantage, the deal changed. He’d have an allowance, as long as he stayed away. Away from me.
“So, yes. I married your father and when he couldn’t keep up his end of the bargain, I made him leave. God, I didn’t try to raise you, Liam—you were already grown. I still needed you away from him. It hurt me to watch someone that I used to know so well, destroy something so pure and kind. You didn’t deserve living under his chaos. Tell me you understand that. Please?”
“Of course I understand that.”
“So, we’re alright? You aren’t pissed at me?”
My head shakes. “No, I’m not.”
“Good,” he breathes, kissing the side of my head. “Any more questions?”
“Yeah, just one actually.” My thumb rubs gently circles around the top of his hand. “What were you going to see Victor for?”
He smiles. “He’s the friend I have in mind for Tommy.”
Oh. Well, that’ll be interesting.
Epilogue
Liam
