Page 29 of Love is Blind

Ignoring her, Bianca calls my name again.

“If you won’t accept my apology or let me make amends, then I have no choice other than to leave, but first I want to know where she is.”

Sure I heard her wrong, I lift my head and turn around.

I take it back, of all the things she can say, this by far is the worst.

The flames grow higher and higher.

My hands start to shake, and I break into a sweat.

I can’t fucking think.

I can’t fucking breath.

I’m paralyzed by my anger.

“I have a right to know where my little girl is laid to rest.”

I blink slowly, my nostrils flaring.

Sensing, I’m about to lose my fucking mind, Maverick intervenes and calls for Shady to get Bianca away from me.

The man knows me well, he knows when I’m about to break.

When hell is about to strike.

Shady wraps a hand around Bianca’s arm, but before he can drag her out of the clubhouse, I find my voice.

“Please?” I mock. “If Abigail had been old enough to utter a goddam word, I bet she would’ve said that too.”

I take a step closer to her.

Wicked and vengeful.

Unapologetic.

“Please don’t leave me alone in the tub. Please don’t let medie.” My voice starts to crack and the image of Abigail lying facedown in the water flashes before me. I blink and force my eyes to focus, but it doesn’t work. She’s right there, cold and dead. Without even realizing what I’m doing, I grab the nearest chair and raise it over my head. A scream pushes up from my throat and echoes off the walls as I slam the chair onto the floor repeatedly. The wood cracks and splinters, the legs snapping in half. I let the pieces fall and lift my eyes to Bianca.

The pain pours from her gray eyes, but I won’t be satisfied until I’ve ripped her open. Until she’s bleeding out like I’ve been for six months.

“Mommy, please help me,” I croak.

Closing her eyes, she covers her ears and shouts, “Stop!”

“Never,” I growl, tears stinging my own eyes. “I got no mercy for you. If I was a better father, I’d have killed you when I had the chance, when you were laying on the floor with a needle in your arm and dried vomit all over your face, but then you’d be with her.”

“That’s enough, boy.”

I turn my head at the sound of Leftie’s voice and the tears I was holding back finally break free when my eyes lock with his.

“You can hate her all you want, that’s your right. But like it or not, she’s still Abigail’s mother—”

“Shut it, old man,” Maverick warns.

Leftie’s narrowed gaze flits to our president and he points an accusing finger at him.

“I don’t give a fuck what that patch of yours says, you ain’t going to silence me, Maverick.” His eyes cut back to me. “I know you’re hurting, boy, but this ain’t no way to honor your daughter.”

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