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We've been here for the past two hours. I let her play while I tried to decide what to do next. I can't risk them getting a hold of her. I can't. If they can get my number, they can find my address, and I honestly don't know what they're capable of anymore. Me falling pregnant and leaving would have dropped them down in the church a space or two; it would have been an embarrassment to my father.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to call the one person I know will help without dragging Noah into it. I grab my phone, pull up the number, and hover over the call button before looking back up towards my girl, who's playing in the sand pit. I swallow hard and press the button for her. I need to protect her, and this is the only way.
He answers on the second ring,
"Meg, I was going to call you in a few days, but I heard you finally found Noah, or, as I know him, Slicer."
I smile a little before I rasp, "Yeah, Steel, I finally found him."
I know he can hear the fear in my voice: "What's wrong? Where are you?"
I sniffle. "I'm at the park with Lilah. I need a favor, Steel."
"Anything."
I take a deep breath and explain what I need without telling him why. He said he'd sort it out and be in touch before we said bye, and I quickly wiped my tears.
For Lilah, I'm doing this for her.
I sit here for another, maybe ten, minutes when I hear pipes revving down the road. Lilah looks up instantly before she starts to scream, "DADDY," making my heart pound. I look as he makes his way over to us, catching our girl in the process, who holds onto him, and I smile. He kisses her head before whispering something in her ear, and she nods before kissing his cheek. He lets her down before she rushes back to the sandpit with a massive grin on her face while he makes his way to me.
The soft look on his face for our daughter is gone; his face is now thunderous, and I furrow my brows and stand up, wondering what on earth has happened.
He doesn't stop his stride until he's right in front of me, his hard chest touching my soft one. He cups my cheek with one hand, the other gripping my hip, his eyes looking into mine before he puts his face close to mine. "Please fucking explain to me why you want a gun!" My eyes widen before I squeeze them tightly shut. Fricking Steel, I didn't want to get Noah involved. He squeezes my hip again, making me look at him. "I want answers, Wildcat. Why does my woman want a fucking gun? And why in the hell is she going to a different charter to get one?"
I swallow hard, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach at him calling me his woman because I'm not and I can't be. We need to think of Lilah, and he has a woman who's already claimed him.
I take a deep breath.
"My parents are Christians," he furrows his brows, "but it's a front; their 'church' is basically a bunch of men grouped together generations ago so they can feel superior, and by that, they ensure the women do as they're told. They groom them from an early age into adulthood. The women are to be silent, obedient, and grateful. They tried to marry me off to a man who was fifteen years older than me when I fell pregnant with Lilah; he had already had three kids with three different underaged girls." His eyes grow more intense with each word I say. "When I refused to abort my baby, they kicked me out, but when I gave birth and they found out she was a she they called child protective services several times to claim custody."
He nods. "Okay, so your parents are sick sons of bitches that won't be invited to family occasions, but why a gun, Meghan?"
I can see he's trying to keep his cool, and I swallow hard.
"I didn't want to involve you, Noah," he squeezes my hip again in a warning, and I nod. "My parents have been relentless in calling me recently. Today I answered and told my mother to basically fuck off. She told me there's a man who wants to marry our daughter when she's thirteen. He's 42. They are trying to sell our daughter like they tried to sell me like my grandmother's father had sold her."
His eyes blazed over, anger taking hold. He takes deep breaths to try and contain it, but I can see he's struggling with it. "Do they know where you live now?" I shake my head. "Alright, I'll ring Flame and have him look into it; no one is getting our daughter."
A tear falls from my eye, and he wipes it away. "I need that gun, Noah. I need to feel like I have some control over the situation."
He nods. "I'll get you one. I'm not happy about it, but I will, and I'll teach you how to shoot it, but you won't use it, Meghan.Someone tries to come for our daughter, then they'll have to go through me first, as well as my brothers.
I let out a sob before he wrapped his arms around me, and I clung to him. I always feel like I'm home in his arms. I was scared when the feeling took hold of me back then, so fricking scared, but now it feels comforting.
I nuzzle my nose into the crook of his neck before I freeze, seeing writing there, and I pull back before making eye contact with him, and he smiles before my eyes go back to the writing.
Meghan
Lilah
My tears fall some more before he wipes them away, kissing my forehead. "I've had your name on my body for five years, Wildcat; you were always mine. I got our daughters after we met up at Sweet Treats.
The buzzing sound I heard.
I sniffle while he squeezes my hips again. "If something or someone upsets you, I mean it, Meghan, you come to me, not another brother or another club; you come to me. I’m here now; you got that." I nod before he kisses my forehead again. "I'm going to go play with our daughter before I follow you home to make sure you get there safely. Next week, you both are coming to mine at the clubhouse for dinner and don’t try to use work as an excuse, Doc has already informed me you are off next week.”
I don't even put up a fight; instead, I nod before kissing his cheek and then taking a seat on the bench, watching him play with our daughter while taking a bunch of photos.
