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Had I only connected the dots earlier…
Chapter 25
REMEDY
Woodrow was allowed to go home the next day but instead of actually coming home, he went straight to the club.
I packed up a bag Agnes wanted to bring for Myra, and once I got to the club, I sighed at the many bikes parked outside.
Someone walked up from behind me, and my scowl deepened when JT stopped next to me.
“Prez gets out of the hospital and already throws a damn party. It’s a family thing. Your father used to do shit like this too.”
My father wasn’t anything like Woodrow. “You’re so full of shit,” I muttered, hating how he brought up my father. It wasn’t damn necessary.
“I’m also full of fucking rage because of Fender breaking my fucking nose. This party’s perfect. The strippers are here and I can blow off some steam by fucking them. But don’t worry, babe. It’ll be you I imagine riding my dick.”
I wanted to throw up. “Gross.”
“Move before I break your nose a second time.”
Relief came over me when Jagger stalked toward us. He looked mad but I knew these two weren’t going to end up in a fist fight.
They were like actual brothers, and one simple warning was enough to move along.
JT rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his taped nose. “Can’t even have a normal conversation with her. She’s not a fucking saint who’s not allowed to talk to anyone, you know?”
“What did you tell her?” Jagger asked.
“That I was going to fuck some strippers tonight and imagine her being the one riding my dick,” JT said nonchalant.
Jagger raised his brows, then looked at me to see if he was telling the truth. I gave a quick shrug, and second later, Jagger pushed against JT’s chest, making him stumble back. “And this is why you’d be dead by now if shooting our own brothers was allowed in this club.”
Technically…they did shoot my father who was once part of this club. Then again, he had betrayed them, and that was the only way to pay back.
JT laughed and finally left.
“He’s exhausting.”
Jagger smirked and pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Believe it or not. When he was little, that’s when he was a real terror. Couldn’t stand being in his presence. And I was fucking five years old.”
I puckered my lips and leaned into him. “Weren’t there other kids to play with?”
“In the trailer park where we grew up? Fuck no. Jersey and I were the only kids. We were trouble enough though. Didn’t need any more kids around that side of town to start random fires and slice tires.”
“Sounds like a wonderful childhood to me.”
“Better than the one you had growing up in this club.” He liked to mock me about it. He knew how wrong it was of my father to spend more time with me at the clubhouse than our home itself. And Jagger also liked to joke about how I hated when he smoked, yet I must’ve inhaled way more smoke than he had in his lifetime by being around bikers all those years.
Couldn’t deny the fact that I often found myself coughing like crazy as a child, then slowly getting immune to it.
“Can we go inside? I’m hungry.”
He pressed a kiss to my head and nodded, then led me inside. The clubhouse and the bar were full, but we somehow managed to get to the backyard where the old ladies put out a buffet with lots of food and drinks.
“I missed this. It’s been way too fucking long since we had a party like this,” Jagger said, eyeing all the food in front of him.
“You could punch JT unconscious and wait for him to get out of the hospital. I’m sure they’ll throw a party for him too.”
