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Liam avoids my eyes but looks past me at Crow, who gives him a tentative smile. Crow may be the joker but he has a bigger heart than most people I know. He's one of the least judgmental people ever, but I'd also understand if Liam doesn't want me or Crow to be here to listen to whatever it is that needs to be spoken about.
"It's fine. Go on," Liam instructs Mal, who opens up the stack of papers in front of him.
"The first question was in relation to your father. You said that he has a vendetta against you and with the evidence you've given, we have reason to believe you. What I want to know is if you feel he has the ability to take down the Cobras with the assets he has. Our main concern here is the Club and those within it. This isn't a question so much about your character but rather what your father is capable of."
"He's got intel coming from most areas of law enforcement and is friends with more people that can help him than I care to know about. Between his connections and his men, I have no doubt that if he came while the Cobras were unprepared, he could annihilate us all." Liam says it with so much nonchalance that it terrifies me. I know that he's not a particularly dramatic person. If he genuinely thinks that his father and his men could take down the Cobras, I'm certain he's right.
My dad's jaw tics as Tin huffs, but none of them make a move to speak. Mal continues.
"You said that your main weakness, the one way he'd be able to get to you, would be through Charlie. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"Why is it that she is your weakness over anyone else in your life?"
"Because I love her." My eyes practically bug out of my skull at hearing him say the words so relaxed, as if he's saying 'duh - obviously' without saying it at all.
"And in what way do you love her?" my dad asks as he leans forward over the table and towards us.
I don't meet his eyes when he speaks, though even if I wanted to I couldn't, his eyes are glued on Liam’s.
"In a very different way to the way you lot love her." He chuckles deeply, so calm and confident in his declaration.
My dad’s jaw clenched and releases as he continues, "Make it clear for me here, mate, so that I'm not stuck making assumptions. In what way do you love my daughter?" Oh Jesus, this is not going well. The frustration is brimming in my father's eyes.
"In exactly the way you don't want me to. I love her so much that I want to spend every single fucking second with her, so much that I'd happily live my life with her, so much that I'm willing to put up with him for her too." He rushes out with a smirk as he points his head in Crow's direction.
"Oh thanks, make it sound like I'm a fucking side piece, why don't you? I'm the OG, you're the bloody late comer," Crow huffs out with a roll of his eyes.
"You're telling me that you want to be with my daughter?" my dad asks, surprisingly calm in his demeanour. I mean, he looks understandably tense but overall he doesn't look like he's about to hurt Liam too badly. He doesn't look like he wants to maim him, you know? That's good.
"What if we don't trust you? What do you plan to do then? Go back to your father?" Tin asks, completely ignoring Liam and my dad's dispute.
"Why are we moving on? I'm not done!" my dad exclaims, his hands in the air as he looks at Tin in shock.
"Does no one else care that my best friend wants to be with my fucking daughter?"
"Not really. He's a dickhead, but he ain't a bad man and you know it. Moving on," Tin says, ever the one to not want unnecessary chatter, unless it's from me or Gray, who seem to get away with it of course. The positives of being like one of his own children to him.
"We're talking about this later. Don't be thinking you're staying in her room anymore," my dad says, his eyes not leaving Liam.
"What, so you'll let him stay with her but not me? You've known me for years," Liam argues.
"He's earned my trust unlike some," my dad hisses out, though I can tell his anger is waning.
"He's a fucking undercover O'banian!"
"Well, that's fucking rude," Crow butts in.
"OK, how about we move on like Tin said? I don't think we're going to achieve anything positive by carrying on this conversation right now," I interrupt, knowing that despite my father slowly calming that the more we talk about it, the more his wrath will grow again.
My dad and Liam nod their heads, not looking at each other as Tin and Mal continue firing questions at Liam.
Once the initial disagreements are over with, so too are the questions rather quickly.
It doesn't take long before we're out of the Club house and left alone again. Since both Liam and Crow aren't in the best of moods after the meeting, my wonderful idea is to let them pick what we do for the afternoon.
Crow chooses go-karting or paintballing while Liam picks the cinema or hiking. Complete opposite choices of course. They're crazily similar sight wise and yet their personalities can't be more different.
