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My teeth clench, “As a child, I deserved for you to throw me to the ground and stomp on my ribs? As a child, I deserved to be choked out, to be punched, to be told I should have been aborted?” I start screaming at the end, and Hunter stills next to me.
“And if that wasn’t enough, when I was old enough to finally fight back, you abused me in different ways. What about punishing me by not talking to me for a week all because I moved in with Tomas? Or punishing me by saying I don’t love you all because I watched a movie with my boyfriend instead of you? That’s abuse, too. And let’s not forget you opened your legs for another man while married to dad.”
Eileen doesn’t get to respond because suddenly Hunter takes out his gun and blows a hole in her head. “She had it coming. If I had known she hurt you as a kid, I wouldn’t have even allowed her to see you. But the bitch came storming in here last week, asking for my dad to talk about you.”
I stare at my mother’s lifeless body. Why doesn’t this hurt? Why am I not crying over the death of my mother? She really did fuck me up as a child. She destroyed her marriage, but death—was that too much? I don’t have the answers for anything, and I’m not sure how I should feel when Hunter suddenly pulls me from the room.
Wrath follows behind us as we get out of the office, I didn’t even realize he was nearby. “Sorry you had to see that, but I couldn’t take that bitch talking again, and if you kept going on about how she hurt you it would have been worse. She’s lucky I didn’t hand her over to Hangman for retribution.”
“Can you put her body somewhere the cops will find it, so we can at least give her a funeral?” I ask shakily.
“I can do that.” He nods to someone, and they get up and go back to the room. Probably to deal with the body.
“Has Anara ever mentioned me?” he asks me suddenly.
I frown, not really understanding. “No.”
He sighs. “Used to be my old lady, but I treated her like shit, cheated on her right in front of her a lot of times. She finally left me, now she’s with Dirty. I’m happy for her. I couldn’t make her happy but I’m glad she’s found that with someone else. Sucks it ain’t me, though.”
What a random conversation this has become.
“Let’s go. Hangman is on his way and, no doubt, he’s going to have his men hidden around the forest. He’d be stupid not to. Except now, we’re just handing you back, declaring a truce between us.”
A few guys roar out complaints about this and Hunter shuts them up. “Justine, here, is my sister, her old man is Hangman, the only solution is to call a truce between our clubs.” That shuts the guys up and another speaks.
“Getting sick of this damn war anyway, time to change.”
“Agreed,” Hunter grumbles to me, giving me a wink. “Time to get you back to your man.” Except he’s not my man, not anymore.
Chapter Fifty-one
Hangman
Justine stands nextto the President of the Jack’s Devils, looking almost like she belongs there, her arms hugging her stomach to fight off the cold. “You took what’s mine,” I growl out.
“She also belongs to me. She’s blood,” Hunter tells me, and it rocks my body back.
