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“Thanks, brother,” I murmur.
He doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he turns and walks back to the nurse, who is waiting for him. Strings and I turn back toward the exit and make our way out of the fucking hospital. Everything hurts, but as soon as I climb into his pickup, I pop a couple of the doc’s pills into my mouth and close my eyes.
Strings doesn’t say anything to me as he drives toward the clubhouse. I’m glad, because even though I’ve mostly been alone in the hospital, there’s been very little silence, and I’m grateful for it now.
When the truck stops, I lift my head from the headrest and look straight ahead. It’s the clubhouse, but it’s not just the clubhouse. The parking lot is fucking packed, almost as if we’re having a party.
“What the fuck?” I ask, but as my gaze scans the lot, I notice it. It’s painted with shiny electric-blue flames and the Dark Horse MC insignia. “My dad’s here.”
When I talked to him a few days ago, he seemed pretty chill about me and Shawn. He wasn’t thrilled with who her father was but understood the circumstance and said it shouldn’t be a problem.
Except it was.
It is.
“He and his group just got in this afternoon,” Strings explains.
“Is this part of the reason Atomic waited?” I ask.
Strings shrugs, but I know he knows. I don’t push it because I’m not sure I actually want to know. Instead, I nod my head, then open the door and gnash my teeth together as I climb out of the truck.
The pain meds are starting to kick in, thank fuck, but they aren’t all the way there yet. Slowly, I move toward the clubhouse's front door. I’m not quite sure what I’m going to be met with, but right now, my focus needs to be on Poison and my woman—for completely different reasons.
As soon as I open the door, I’m surprised to find my father standing several feet away, his eyes focused on me. He doesn’t move, though. He just watches, and I can’t help but chuckle at the sight of him.
My father wasn’t really in my life when I was a kid. He didn’t take care of me when I was sick. He wasn’t there if I was ever hurt, so this is completely out of the scope of our relationship. But when he walks toward me, I watch as his expression changes.
He stops a few feet away from me and curls his fingers around the back of my neck before he rests his forehead against mine.
“Scared the fuck out of me,” he says, his voice deep and rumbling. It’s full of emotion, but I decide to ignore that because I don’t know what to do with it. He clears his throat before he continues. “We’re going to take care of this shit,” he growls. “Those fucks will not get away with this.”
I almost ask him why he hasn’t asked Atomic what the fuck is going on and why they haven’t already taken care of it, but I decide against it. He squeezes my neck, then releases it, his hand dropping to his side as he takes a step backward.
“The girl was talking a bit. We didn’t get much,” he states.
“Did you talk to her?” I ask, surprised.
His lips curve up into a grin. “Yeah, the second I walked through the door. She’s useless. He turned her out on the street when she was thirteen. She hates him, and it doesn’t seem like he gives much of a fuck about her. She was the one who begged to come here as a spy. Don’t think he gave much of a fuck what she did or didn’t do.”
“But she’s the one who told him about Shawn?” I ask.
He jerks his chin. “So she claims. Trying to get Daddy’s approval.”
“I still don’t understand why he wants Shawn at all. She said she didn’t even know who her father was.”
“This is your woman?” he asks. “You’re not backing away now that you know what you have to do?”
I grin at him. “Not at all. She’s my old lady. Fuckin’ special.”
“Then let’s get to the bottom of this,” he states.
A thought flashes in my mind. Before I tell him what I’m thinking, I turn to the prospect Zombie. His eyes find mine, and I jerk my chin. “Get Shawn’s mother and brother. Bring them to me.”
My father chuckles, and I turn to him. “I’m going to find out what the fuck is going on here, and fast. I don’t have time to fuck around. He’s had her for days, and I’m not fucking okay with any of this shit.”
“That’s my son,” my father murmurs. He sounds proud, and I’m glad for it, but I can’t bask in his approval. At least not right now.
SHAWN
