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“Yeah, like when you’ll be losing your virginity to him.” I was only joking but her expression made me gasp and I whacked her immediately. “You bitch! You had sex with him and didn’t tell me!”

“Shut up!” she whisper-yelled at me. “My family do have ears and have currently been living at my bedroom door!”

I scoffed. “No wonder he didn’t give a fuck about my figures for the month.” I couldn’t believe it. Brad had crossed the line. My eyes lit up, looking at Hannah. “Does this mean he has stopped fighting the whole regretting it thing?”

She rolled her eyes and didn’t answer while putting on her jeans.

I gasped. “Does he know what your dad did?” I didn’t know Brad very well, but he lived up to the intimidating role as a Vice President. When he actually lets you see the real side to him then you know two things immediately: his love is hard to get unless you are an engine block and when he does love someone he protects them with his life.

“Dad has a bullet wound in his arm from one of Brad’s custom glock bullets. Does that answer your question?” Hannah gave me more than enough of an answer.

The drama of the event went quickly to my head. “Darn, I would love to be a fly on the wall when those two are alone together again.”

“I’m sure they’ve kissed and made up by now.”

“Nah, don’t think so. Reaper’s disappeared from the club eyes. Brad is running the show and keeping up the front that everything is fine. But it is sort of obvious it isn’t if you know your family.”

“What do you mean Dad’s disappeared from club eyes?” Hannah flung herself around, her eyes wide. “Has he left the club? What? Is Brad in charge? Why wouldn’t Dad be back at the club?”

“Woah, calm down, one question at a time,” I settled her. “Brad’s stepped up there, but as far as everyone knows, it’s temporary. And I think the reason your dad has taken a break is cause he punched his sixteen-year-old daughter who he loves the most and is scared to death if he leaves the house she is going to disappear.”

Hannah stared at me with wide eyes for a few more seconds. “God, if I wanted to go, I would have. Tatz was right there, offering to take me away.”

“Wait, you’ve seen Tatz?”

“Yeah, he was, well, he kind of was here when it happened. He sort of caused the problem by pointing out to Dad I wasn’t eating,” Hannah pouted. “Anyway, the point was, he gave me the opportunity to leave and I didn’t take it. I stayed.”

Suddenly, my concern for Tatz went up. “It was last weekend, yeah, that it happened?”

“Yeah, why?” Hannah had finished putting on her shoes.

“Tatz is trying to move a motion through the club. It’s not important.” I lied, it sure as fuck was important to our club and it would affect Reaper, and now it would seem I had found the reason our go-with-the-flow Tatz was on a manhunt to end our friendship with the Satan’s Sons brotherhood.

“Layla, I know you well enough to know when you are lying.” She crossed her arms and I knew by her expression she wasn’t going to budge till I told her what was really going on with Tatz.

I sighed. “He is using your dad as going underground as a sign that the Satan’s Sons don’t respect the Deadly Dozen. He’s pushing for us to fracture our brotherhood peace with them.” Well, that summed up Tatz’s angle quickly.

Tatz knew the real reason Reaper was underground at the moment. And it had nothing to do with disrespect for the Deadly Dozen. But Tatz had another motive to end our peace with Satan’s Sons. He hated men that hit women. His dad used to beat his mum and he grew up with family violence. I’m guessing if he witnessed Reaper hitting Hannah, he would think it was a regular thing.

Tatz also knew Rex was heading toward a release from prison. Rex was the only man living who would willingly go up against Reaper. If Tatz approached Rex and filled his head up that Reaper hit women and I had been spending time near the Reaper himself, my blood father would take it upon himself to end a problem that wasn’t a problem.

I needed to talk to Tatz before he did any more damage with his move to split the brotherhood.

“You need to tell Dad.” Hannah words came out quick. “I can’t talk to him right now, but you have to warn him, tell him to take his position as president again.”

“I can’t tell him what I just told you!” I looked at Hannah like she couldn’t be serious. “There is such a thing as club loyalty, Hannah. My loyalty is with Cyrus and the Deadly Dozen. I’m not about to tell another club what the inner thinking of our club is like at the moment.”

Her eyes hardened on me. “So, you are going to make me talk to him then? You and I both know Tatz is only doing this because of me and we both know Dad is taking a break from the club because of me. So, this is all my fault.” She crossed her arms, “You want it to be my fault that two clubs have a fall out?”

“Hannah, I can’t just tell your dad what the club is thinking of doing. It doesn’t work like that.”

“Fine, I’ll tell him.” She may have said it, but I knew she couldn’t go through with it.

How had she managed to grow up in the club but not understand club boundaries? “Fine,” I snapped, her hardened look getting the best of me. “I will warn your dad. On one condition.” I was doing something that went against everything I wanted, so now it was her turn to do something she didn’t want.

“Fine.” She gave in, she knew I had her.

“You are having tea tonight.”

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