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Once I took them all in, I moved my gaze to Fender.
He was holding both my hands in his lap, threading his fingers through mine. He cleared his throat as he gathered his thoughts, then he finally spoke.
“The guys and I talked and decided that it’s only right for you to know exactly what’s going on. I sent Woodrow home. He’ll stay there until we figure out our next step. But until then, I want you to stay here with Jagger.”
I watched him closely as his words sank in. I had just woken up and was still tired. I was mentally drained and needed a moment to follow him.
I furrowed my brows once the things he said settled in. “What about Myra and Agnes?”
“They’re at my house. Perla’s taking good care of them,” Ace said. I turned to look at him and gave a quick nod before looking back at Fender. I needed him to explain more.
“I have prospects surrounding the house to make sure Woodrow won’t make a run for it, and Tiny is inside with him just to be sure he won’t hurt himself and get out of this easily.”
Woodrow wouldn’t kill himself. What he did was wrong, but the man would never end his life. He was too damn proud for that.
“Do you know where my father is?”
These men were full of raging hatred for my father. The second he’d show his face, he’d get shot and killed. For real this time.
“We know his location,” Fender stated.
“What are you going to do to him?” I was scared to hear the answer.
The muscles in his jaw flexed, and I held my breath, waiting for him to speak. He lowered his head and I sensed nothing good coming, but it was JT to answer my question instead of Fender.
“My idea was to go up there and shoot him right between the eyes and see his lifeless body lie on that dirty motel room floor but your pussy-whipped boyfriend here decided to let him run.”
I furrowed my brows, studying Fender’s face. “Why?”
Fender’s eyes met mine again but there were still no words coming out of him. I was getting impatient. “Fender, why are you letting him run?”
“Because he doesn’t want to hurt you, kid,” Ace drawled.
My eyes kept searching Fender’s face for answers. I needed a moment to understand what this all meant.
And then it hit me.
Fender was changing and making decisions which included me and how I’d feel.
A couple of months ago, Fender wouldn’t have cared about my feelings. He wouldn’t have thought twice before pulling the trigger on my father knowing what he knew now.
He was thinking of me while making important decisions that most of the guys at the club probably didn’t agree with.
My chest felt warm and my bottom lip started to tremble. He knew I wouldn’t be able to handle another death. And while I detested my father for what he had done, I’d rather have him live a miserable life than get shot ruthlessly.
“What about Woodrow?” I asked, my voice shaky.
“I told you, baby. I haven’t decided yet. But he went behind our backs. He misused our trust and loyalty. I don’t allow traitors to keep wearing our club’s colors.”
“Again…would’ve shot the fucker the second I had the chance to,” JT muttered.
Jagger slapped the back of his head and shot him a glare. “Stop, or I’ll put a fucking bullet in you.”
JT let out an annoyed sigh.
Good thing no one let JT be in charge. He’d shoot up places left and right and with no remorse for the innocent.
Fender cupped my face with one hand, forcing me to look at him. “Like I said, I won’t keep anything from you this time. I’ll tell you about whatever decisions we take.”
