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"Mom."
Leslie looks at Ink, who is staring at her with suspicion. "What else did you tell Dad Travis was at fault with when I did it? Because growing up, I was a fucking shit, and I loved that you treated me like I could do no wrong. I took advantage of that as we got older. So what fucking else did he have to suffer from?" anger laces his voice when he realizes some of my trauma. "I broke the TV, yet Dad thought it was Trav even though he was in the library, where he spent most of his evenings trying to make Dad proud. I mean, shit; he got valedictorian, and I was the only one who fucking showed up to celebrate."
Stormy furrows his brows before looking at Leslie. "You told me he failed all his classes; that's why he joined the Navy Seals."
Ink laughs sarcastically while I continue my glare at Stormy for how he spoke to my girl. The fuckers lucky I haven't stabbed him yet with my dagger in my boot; no one talks to her that way, fucking no one.
"Dad, you must undergo extensive training to become a seal. If he failed school, how in the hell would he have the concentration to become one?"
Stormy looks at Leslie again, who swallows hard as doubt comes into his eyes, but I can't enjoy it because it's too little, too fucking late.
I look at Ink, about to tell him to forget about it because I have a girl to go after, but he's not done. "I ripped the wallpaper when I was 5. I stole from Mom's purse to get my favorite candy when I was 7. I broke the crystal vase at 8, then decided to try and carve our family name in the patio glass doors, causing them to shatter when I was 10."
I snorted because, despite getting a bruised rib for that one, it was fucking funny. Stormy looks green when he sees the panic in his wife's eyes.
"I brought a girl home at 12 and fucked her in the pool. I smoked weed in my room at 13, then had a major banger of a party when you two went away for a few days at age 14, and let's not forget about crashing the club truck at 15 when I was drunk off of your scotch that I stole with a few buddies. How about when I got arrested at 16 for public indecency? I fucked some girl in the bowling alley, but it was mom who picked me up, yet the next day Trav had a black eye. At 17, just as Trav decided to leave, I trashed the clubhouse to see if you'd punish me, but you didn't. The next day, as Trav caught the bus out of here, you gave me my bike."
Stormy's face goes red. "Alright, Jackson, I fucking get it. Travis took your punishments, but that didn't stop him from hitting your mom and making her life hell, all because his mom had died of an overdose."
I laugh, like really fucking laugh, while they all look at me in confusion and say, "A-an overdose? That's what the bitch told you mom died of? Seriously?" Stormy growls, but I continue, "I think you need to gain access to her medical records, Stormy. My mother died during childbirth from preeclampsia. Jewels was also at my birth; she made sure I knew of the life my mother was creating without you in it. It's just a shame my mother thought ending up with a man who told her to get an abortion would be better than care, but she was fucking wrong; nothing could be worse than under your fucking roof."
His face gets redder as the realization hits him, and he goes to say something but is cut off when my phone rings. He points at me and says, "Don't you fucking dare answer that phone, Travis; this conversation is not finished."
I ignore him and check to make sure it's not Mel, but I get tense when I see the name on my screen. I clear my throat and decide to put it on loudspeaker. Ink deserves to know what's about to happen.
They wouldn't be calling me now if it wasn't urgent.
"Sniper here."
Both Stormy and Ink are tense while Leslie's eyes widen. Gone is the VP, and in place is the Navy Seal.
"Sniper, it's Budgie. Our intelligence is exposed; the time frame has been moved up."
Fuck, I haven't managed to explain to Mel yet, "ETA?"
"2hours"
I see Ink shake his head while Stormy's eyes mist, and I swallow hard.
"Text me the coordinates; I'll be there."
Stormy sits down in a lump as tears fall down his cheeks, knowing how dangerous my mission now is that our intel has been exposed, while Ink bends over, placing his hands on the table.
"You're not going, Travis. Please, you can't go; you nearly died 5 years ago before you came home."
There's panic in his voice, and guilt builds, fuck.
"I'm sorry, brother; they need me." I rasp before hugging him around his neck and whispering, "I'll be safe and try to stay in touch, I promise."
I kiss his head, and then I run out of their house to get my bike.
I have roughly an hour to get packed and get Bella to Mel's.
I'll have to call her to let her know. Fuck.
I start my girl up as Ink and Stormy rush out of the house, shouting my name, but I ignore them. I need to go see Axel and Gunner quickly before I pack. I need them to watch over my girl while I'm gone.
Fuck, I hope Mel will be okay; I really don't want to fucking leave her when we're in limbo.
