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"How much did Melanie tell you about her past?"
I frown at his question before looking at him: "Not a lot, only that the man she thought was her father left. Why?"
He clears his throat again, "it turns out her mom had been abusing her for years, blaming her for why her dad left when, in reality, he had found out she wasn't even his. She tried selling a sob story to Dad when she contacted himout of the blue about how Mel was out of control and got her arrested, put her in the hospital, and shit. Still, Mel showed proof of her own fucking mother having her beat up a few months ago and admitted to trying to sell her body to men for a fix." My eyes widen. That explains why we clicked so quickly—same tortured soul, fuck. "The two weeks she didn't call you, she was getting closure, and apparently, she went to see the man she thought was her dad; it turns out he's a druggie too."
"Fuck."
He nods in agreement. "Yeah, so not only did my dad choose his marriage over his daughter, but both her parents chose drugs. Everyone who was supposed to love and care for her hurt her and left."
He shakes his head, and I freeze.
Shit.
I just fucking cheated on her, hoping she wouldn't find out. Gunner looks at me and frowns when he sees my frozen expression.
I clear my throat. "I fucked up, and she found out; she walked in on it, actually."
Gunner frowns before looking at me.
"I let Clitter suck me off in anger."
Gunner slowly closes his eyes and sighs, and I brace; I deserve it, and it's something a big brother requires to do. He punches me square in the jaw, and I barely manage to stay on my stool while Leah rushes over to us with wide eyes. She goes to say something, but Gunner moves her hair out of her face gently before rasping, "It's what big brothers do for their sisters." Her brows shoot high while he looks at me and says, "Fix it, brother. You love her, and it's plain as day that she loves you, so fucking fix it."
He leans over the bar and kisses Leah's head before turning and leaving, and I look at Leah with a raised brow.
She clears her throat but shakes her head, "We kind of slept together last week." I start to grin, ignoring the pain in my jaw, fucking happy for them, but she just scowls at me and says, "No, it's not happening. He's not interested. Some guy asked me out, wouldn't take no for an answer, and he intervened and took me back to his house at the compound. We drank too much, and it happened. He doesn't really want me; if he did, then he wouldn't have let Cara sit on his lap yesterday; he wouldn't have taken her to his office." I sigh at my club brother's stupidity, "and he would have remembered that we slept together in the first place." My eyes widen at her confession before she shrugs. "It doesn't matter. Look, you fucked up. I don't know what, butclearly, it's bad enough for Gunner to hit you. But if you love her like you say you do, then don't give up. Prove to her that she can trust you."
She gives me a sad smile before going off to serve customers. She's right; like always, fuck, Gunners an idiot. With that thought in mind and determination in my gut, I knock on the bar counter twice, giving Leah a nod, who smiles wide at me, happy I'm taking her advice. I leave with a plan forming to get my girl back, and the first stop is to Axels guy.
I have a puppy to buy!
4 weeks later
I throw my phone on my black glass-top coffee table in frustration.
Fuck I miss my girl.
Four fucking weeks, and she still won't talk to me. I've shown up at her place more times than I can fucking count and called every single day, groveling, but it's like I don't exist to her. I stopped going to the hospital when that Cassidy bitch tried to proposition me right as Mel was walking out of the doors. The hurt that crossed her face nearly brought me to my knees, so I learned my lesson there.
I sigh before scrubbing a hand down my face before a wet nose nudges my hands, and I smile. I look at the chocolate lab that's only 6 months old and nod. "Yeah, Bella, I think it's time I use you too." Bella barks, and I smile before rubbing her head. I grab my phone again, hoping to send her pictures of Bella and make her talk to me when my front door opens. I furrow my brows, wondering who the fuck that could be, until Stormy comes into view from the archway, and I roll my eyes, regretting not locking the door.
We've barely spoken the past few weeks, not for his lack of trying.
"Ever hear of a doorbell, Stormy?"
I don't look at him as I speak; instead, I just stroke the dog before me.
He sighs. "I'm your father, Travis; I shouldn't need to knock."
I just snorted before standing with Bella in my arms, and I faced my so-called father, "What can I do for you, Stormy?"
He shakes his head at my tone and says, "Dinner this Sunday at home. Be there." I just laugh, "I fucking mean it, Travis. I spoke with Jewels, so I know she's away for a few months traveling with her husband, so fucking be there."
"Yeah, no thanks; I'd rather drink acid."
He tilts his head, his eyes cold. "You either fucking be there, or I'll tell Ink the time you gave his mom a black fucking eye."
I just smirk, not taking the bait. One of the men she allowed to molest me actually gave her the black eye at her request. Stormy broke my arm the next day. I just shrugged, making his jaw go tight. "If you're not there, Travis, then I'll make sure the whole clubhouse knows what you did to my wife, my old lady, over the years—the abuse and hurt you put her through—and you'll lose your fucking V.P. patch, this house, and your place in the club. I've had enough of your fucking behavior over the years, so fucking be there or kiss goodbye to your family."
