Page 42 of Signed For Him

“Have you not seen the scar on my face? She’s got nothing to worry about.” I laugh.

The idea of her hating me instils a panic inside of me that I didn’t expect. I don’t plan on becoming besties with them all, but I didn’t want her to hate me.

“How'd you get it?” Dustin asks causally as he takes a sip of his tea.

“Dustin, stop it. You're making her feel awkward,” David admonishes. Although he’s right, I don’t like the idea that Dustin feels bad for trying to get to know me.

“No, it’s ok. Everyone’s naturally curious about things like that, I get it. I would be too if one of you walked in with a scar covering half your face,” I say with a tender smile.

“I was attacked not so long ago, the same day as I had the swabs for the DNA sample actually, not as though my dad told me this is what they were for. I ended up in hospital and am now covered in all these wonderful scars that I should totally make up stories about to make me sound like a badass,” I say with a laugh.

David and Dustin look at each other briefly before turning back to me.

“Did your dad sort the people out that attacked you?” David asks warily.

I realise that he didn’t ask if the police had. That makes me curious. Does he know about the Club? Liam said he knew David when he was around years ago, so I suppose he would, but would I jeopardise them by saying yes, they did? I don’t actually know the answer.

“I don't know, I haven’t asked to be honest with you. Do you… do you know what Dad does?” I wonder.

David smiles at me. “Yes. I’m well aware of what your father does for a living. I have no issue at all with your father or the lifestyle he lives,” he says to me reassuringly.

“That’s great and all, but are either of you going to tell me?” Dustin asks, and I can’t help but smile at his impatience at being left out.

“Charlie's father owns a Club. A Club that’s,” he pauses for a moment, “that’s not completely legal in all of their actions,” he tells Dustin.

I smile at his evaluation of it. He’s not wrong by any means, but he’s put it so delicately that it almost makes it sound ok, when I know that the majority of society don’t think it is.

“And you haven’t intercepted yet?” My ears perk at this. Intercepted? My narrow eyes find their way towards David.

“Why would you intercept the Club? How?” I ask, my tone making my thoughts clear.

David shuffles uncomfortably before he puts his hand in the breast pocket of his jacket and brings out the one thing every one of us dread.

Detective.

“Get out.” I stand as I say the words, pulling the gun from its hidden spot under the table as I do, thankful that I remember years after my dad told me about hidden guns around the house. Pointing it directly at David’s head, I wait patiently for them to leave. I've been through far too much shit to even contemplate letting a man like this worm his way in. He's probably just using me to get to the Club.

“Get out or I will kill you right now,” I say when David doesn't make a move to go.

He’s using his connection to me to get in. He’s using it to arrest and hurt the Club and the family I’ve always loved. I will not allow him to hurt them. I couldn’t care less about who he is.

Dustin’s eyes bug so far out that if I wasn’t so pissed I’d probably have laughed at his cartoon-like face.

“Woah, woah, it’s ok.” He has his hands up in front of him as he stands, towering above me.

“Get out. Now.” I try to keep my voice as low and steady as I can.

Liam and Crow barge in, their eyes flicking to me for only a second before they get their own guns out and point them at David.

Crow turns to me, asking, “Sorry to break the tension here, but why are we holding him at gunpoint, princess?”

“He’s a detective,” I tell him coolly.

“That’s why you have a gun pointed at him?” Liam asks as he brings his arm down and places the gun back into the behind of his jeans. Why is he putting it away, the bloody idiot?

“I’m not here to take anything down. I’ve known about the Club for years. I have no issue with your father running it, none at all,” he says.

“What the actual fuck is happening?” Dustin asks more to himself, I think, than anyone else as he watches the shitshow commence. I pay him no mind.

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