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She looks at me before dismissing me and goes to hug Dagger. He tenses, but I intercept her and stand before him, making her step back while furrowing her brows. She has another thing coming if she can touch my fucking man.
Fuck, I mean, crap!
"Mom, I don't think you've met yet, but this is Dagger's woman, Melanie. Mel, this is my mother, Leslie."
I give Ink a smile but refuse to look at his mother.
This woman is a disgrace to our gender, and what I would give to scratch her eyes out right now.
Dagger squeezes my waist, and I look at him, giving him a reassuring smile, and he visibly melts before my eyes. God, why did I have to love this man so much? If I didn't, I could let him go, but instead, I'm tethered to him. Dagger's dad comes in and moves past us towards the dining area, which again is full of whites.
Seriously, does this woman not like color?
I look towards the she bitch herself when she speaks.
"Come on in and sit; the food has all been served."
Her voice is tight, but we all listen and take a seat.
Stormy sits at the head of the table while his wife sits to his right and Ink to his left. Both Dagger and I sit on Ink's side. The food is already on the plates, but I don't pick up my utensils. I don't trust this woman. I look at Dagger and see he's about to pick his fork up, but I grab his hand, and he looks at me in confusion; I subtly shake my head when I see Leslie look at him with a slight smirk.
She's done something to his food, and I'm fucking pissed.
She's playing a game, but she doesn't realize there's a new player around!
Let the night begin, bitch.
Chapter 19
Dagger
I look at Mel in confusion, but all she does is smile at me before grabbing my plate and swapping it with hers. I hear Leslie suck in a breath, and I try really fucking hard not to smirk her way.
I knew she messed with my food; I was going to just play with it, but I guess my girl had another idea. And yes, I said my girl because she fucking is mine. I will win her back, and I'll never screw up that badly again because, let's face it, I'll probably do something fucking stupid at some point to make her pissed at me, just not like this. I'll never let another woman touch me a-fucking-gain.
Leslie clears her throat while Ink sits back in his chair in confusion. Stormy tilts his head. "Mel, darling, what are you doing?"
I bite my lip, fucking hating him talking to Mel; he may be my father, but he's also a fucking prick.
Mel shrugs. "It's our thing, right, Trav?"
She looks at me with the sweetest smile, but I can see the anger in her eyes. She's struggling, fuck. An idea comes to mind—a fucking bad one at that, but one I know will temporally divert her anger. I sigh, hoping she doesn't headbutt me, which I would deserve. I lean forward, gently kissing her lips, making her narrow her eyes at me while I smile at her, glad she didn't nut me one, before nodding to her question, "Yeah, precious, we do."
Her eyes never leave mine, and she smiles gently at me before picking up her fork. She stabs it into the bland chicken, and I swallow hard. I give her a subtle warning with my eyes not to take a fucking bite out of that food, knowing she'll be ill for weeks. I can see how pink it is from here; the fucking bitch wanted me hospitalized by the looks of things.
Just as she's about to put it in her mouth, I go to grab the fork, but Ink leans over me and beats me to it. "What the fuck? Mom, why is this chicken still pink? It looks fucking raw!"
Leslie's eyes widen while she gasps, making both Mel and I roll our eyes. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, Mel; I had no idea."
Mel snorts, shaking her head. "You know the chicken on MY plate is cooked perfectly."
Both Stormy and Ink look at her plate with furrowed brows before looking at theirs, then Leslie's, and I just sit back, crossing my arms over my chest, staring at my childhood abuser. I think she's gotten a bit rusty in her old age.
Leslie clears her throat. "I, uh, had no idea it wasn't cooked like the others." I just shake my head while Mel narrows her eyes. I place my hand on her leg and give it a gentle squeeze, making her relax a tad.
I bite my lip to stop my grin.
Now is not the time to feel fucking proud that she relaxes at my touch still. Mel side-eyes me with a raised brow, but I just shrug, not wanting to piss her off any more than she already is. I've never seen Mel lose control, and I don't fancy it happening here.
