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Well, that explains the hard shove I got off Tank telling me to stop being a little fucking shit to my brother, that he's older and I should respect him. I look towards Tank, and he winces at me when I raise a brow at him before I look back at the pain that fills my brother's face. "Did you ever wonder why I stopped calling you dad?" I furrow my brows as he turns, then show us a raised scar that he tried to get someone to tattoo over with a cross: "Your wife burned me at only three years old with a hot poker and told me never to call you dad again. As you can fucking imagine, it stuck."
That does it; my bile comes out, and I throw up on the concrete floor, coughing my guts up, Gunner gripping my arm to keep me upright while our fucking twat of a father rasps,
"Your lying."
I go to attack our dad, making Gunner grip me tighter while the other men look skeptical at Dagger before Tank speaks up, "Why'd you keep him in a cupboard of a room in that big house, Storm? Ink always had brand new shit, yet Dagger was in your brothers hand me downs. Are you seriously going to fucking stand there and say he's lying? For years, he said she was hitting him; for years, he said she let someone touch him inappropriately. How in the fuck is he lying when he's showing you the scars on his body, and that fucker is basically admitting it?"
My eyes start to tear up with realization: Mom ensured he felt unwanted and unsafe and ensured Dad would never believe him, and he fucking doesn't; instead, he points at Dagger.
"He was a little fucking shit always playing up; he was disciplined how I saw fit, and he's a fucking liar; my woman wouldn't do such a thing."
Dagger cuts in, "Why because my mother was a sweet butt?" making me look at him, "She wasn't even going to tell you about me when I was born. She was only here to earn money. She fucked Dead Shot once on a drunken mistake; she fucked you twice. TWICE." He shouts the last bit before speaking again, and I chuckle darkly at his words, my mother's conniving ways coming out, and yet I seem to be the only one believing every word my brother says: "Why don't you go ask your wife, Stormy, how Ink was really conceived?"
Our dad shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. "The condom didn't work; that was it, Travis. Don't try and play with my fucking marriage; theselies you're spewing about a beloved woman by all are enough to vote you out of the club."
Dag scoffs at him. "Then fucking vote me out. I already had a foot out of the door after YOU threatened to turn my family against me if I didn't go to that bogus family meal where your wife tried to fucking poison me right in front of you, and all you did was start eating your meal. You and your wife and the lack of support I got from the old timers are the reasons I left when I could, and the only reason why I'm still around is because of Melanie because, without her, I'd still be with my team."
My heart beats hard in my chest. I fucking knew he was going to leave.
"My mother never played with your condoms, Stormy; your wife did. She was hoping to fall pregnant but didn't count on you wanting a woman who had turned you down several times beforehand. When my mother finally decided to show you some interest, you didn't give a fuck that you'd met up with the bitch a few times. You wanted my mother. Maybe you need to go have a chat with a woman she saw as a best friend, a woman who tried to convince my mother I was better off in her care while she was dying on the OR table. Go speak to Jewels because I can guaran-fucking-tee she'll tell you everything you were blissfully unaware of about where your 'wife' is concerned."
The old timers look down with guilt as Axel growls at Dag's threat to leave the brotherhood while Shakes laughs before stuttering out in pain, "You—your fucking marriage was a joke. She fuck-fucking sucked me off more times than I-I can count as pay-payment when that-that shit wouldn't unlock his door."
Stormy rushes over and punches him, not liking what he's hearing, before Butch pulls him back.
As soon as Butch manages to get control of Dad, he glares at my brother, a fucking victim, and I've had enough of this bullshit. He's not going to believe his own son because mom has pulled the wool over his eyes, so I take a deep breath, keeping my eyes on my brother so he knows that I believe him. I believe his trauma because it fucking explains all the times I never fucking got punished, and he would end up with a bruise or a broken fucking bone. It fucking explains the bolt on his door and his refusing to participate in family functions—him fucking refusing to have anything to do with me.
"Pres, permission to bring Leslie down. If Travis is lying, then she wouldn't react to seeing the fucker over there, as she's already seen a man tied up in here."
I can't keep the guilt off my face, making Dagger's face fall, especially when I refuse to call her mom. Not after she's done this to my brother and my blood. Guilt shines through his eyes, and I shake my head at him, not letting him feel one ounce of guilt towards me for telling us the truth and for proving his trauma when he never should have proved it; we should have believed him.
Axel says, "Flame, go get her, but don't tell her why."
Face full of anger towards Dad, Flame nods before going past Dagger, squeezing his good shoulder and making him flinch, and I squeeze my eyes shut before Shacks decides to open his fucking mouth again. "W-well, about time you came c-closer. Y-you still picturing me stan-standing over you, wanking o-off over your body? Do you still feel me-me Travvy?"
I open my eyes in time to see Dagger grab his good Dagger and stab it in the dickheads cock, making him look down in surprise and anguish. I smirk because Payback is a fucking bitch before we hear footsteps, and Leslie comes into view from behind Flame. Her eyes go wide, and panic enters her eyes when she recognizes Shacks, her eyes flittering between him and Dagger, and all the men stand straighter, seeing her reaction while I walk over to her, making her clear her throat as her eyes come to me.
"Baby, what's going on?"
My jaw ticks. "Do you know this man?"
I ask, pointing at a shocked Shacks who can't stop staring at what used to be his dick.
She clears her throat again. "No, sweetheart, why, what's going on? Who is he?"
I just huff with an evil smirk, shaking my head, her acting not working now while Shacks coughs, before looking up at Dagger. We all look as he removes the Dagger from him before he sticks it into his stomach, making him scream. We all watch as he tortures him, stabbing him in specific places, and I look at my so-called fucking mother; her eyes are wide, and panic etches all the features, and it hits me. These are the injuries she caused him over the years.
I get into her face, making her look at me, while Dagger asks the one question we all want to know for the Devils:
"Where the fuck is Hairy?"
I hear him cough as he rasps, "A-Arlington," but I don't take my eyes off a woman who is lucky she's still breathing even as the fucker chokes on his own blood as Dagger turns back to us after stabbing the fucker in his neck.
I snapped, though.
I grab Leslie by her throat, making Stormy, my so-called fucking father, rush forward and grab a hold of my hand, but I don't let go.
No, I squeezed tighter, making her panic.
