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Tech grins wide as I rewind the video. We see Snatch speaking to the crazy ass woman while grinning, holding up a bag of powder.
"Fucking finally, the bitch is caught."
Tech nods, knowing how big this is for me. I pull up the footage of the common room on the day Liv received a picture message of Cherrie, the crazy whore who nearly killed Smokey, sucking him off. I watch it three times before I notice, in the background, Snatch sneaking into the hallway behind Smokey.
Tech pats my back, and I stand, ready to dish out some fucking just desserts. I go into the common room with Tech at my back.
When we get into the common room, I notice Snatch trying to talk to Smokey, who is ignoring her, his focus on our prez, and I head that way. She notices me instantly and smiles, obviously thinking I'm giving in to her demands after her years of verbal abuse. I notice my father nearby, narrowing his eyes, while Momma tilts her head. Snake stands and raises a brow as I stop in front of them.
I whistle loudly, quieting the club with Tech at my back, and state, "Brothers, it seems Tech and I have finally found the person who sent Olivia a picture of her man getting his dick sucked, and it's the same person who helped Hairy's mother carrying our Snake’s dad, unconscious, to his room after getting drugged." Snatch’s eyes go wide as Snake tilts his head at her. I smirk, stating, "She's also the same person who gave the drugs to the crazy bitch to begin with."
Her breathing picks up, and I look around the room. "So, brothers, are you finally willing to kick the bitch out, or is her snatch still too good?"
They all wince as Sarah grips Snatch's hair tightly and starts to drag her out. Snake grins with pride. I look at all the brothers who were willing to treat me like shit for her, and they look down in shame. I make eye contact with my father.
Keeping my gaze on him, I tell Snake, "Three months, Snake." He growls and my father's face to goes red, realizing I still plan to hand in my patch.
Snake goes to speak, but I shake my head and walk to Momma. She has tears in her eyes, and I quickly kiss her cheek and whisper, "When I hand in my patch, I have someone for you to meet."
She lets out a sob but nods, knowing she can't change my mind about the club. She's known for years that I've wanted Snatch gone, but none of the brothers would choose me over her.
I'm the mistake.
I kiss Momma's cheek again before turning, ready to leave. Diamond tries to intercept me, her hand within reach of my arm, and I sneer at her, making her stop and gulp.
No one fucking touches me except my girl.
As I get to the door, Snake's words ring out in the quiet clubhouse, "If you think we'd accept your patch, you've got another think coming, Tats. You're our brother, no matter how you were conceived."
The brothers shout, "Aye," as I walk out the door.
Too little, too fucking late.
When I get home, I strip, and then climb in bed behind my girl, my face going into her neck as my arm goes around her, linking my fingers with hers near her head. The coolness of her engagement ring soothes me.
This, right here, is all I'll ever need.
16
Violet - Two Weeks Later
I tuck the white sheet underneath the mattress, making sure it's fitted correctly. We're short-staffed today, so I'm making all the beds and putting fresh sheets on each one. Patty, our 90-year-old resident, likes hers crisp and neat, with no lines.
Pain in the ass woman is what she is. Yesterday, she accused Betty of stealing old man Tims from her. I honestly thought Betty was going to jump her if I hadn't stepped between them, only for Patty to throw her warm drink on me, intending to hit Betty.
Who knew a residential home could be full of drama?
I grab the pillow and strip off the case as my mind wanders to Jayden.
The club has finally kicked out Snatch. It took her screwing up on camera for the brothers to say fuck off, yet they kept her around, knowing how she was treating Jayden. All while his father said how he just wanted his son to know his birth mother, angering the woman Jayden actually sees as his mother in the process.
Fuckers, the lot of them.
I placed the pillow on the bed before grabbing the blue blanket and folding it neatly at the end of the bed. Then, I grabbed the dirty linen and placed it in the laundry bag.
Since that day at the club, his phone has been ringing off the hook, especially from his dad. He made it clear that he only had three months, now just over two and a half months, until he's handing in his patch, panicking the brothers and making them realize he means business.
I know a part of him doesn't want to hand it in. They're his family, but they failed him when he needed them the most. Heck, every other weekend, we have little Noah round for dinner because he's trying to make sure the boy doesn't feel how he did growing up.
