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“In that case, we will be going to the doctors tomorrow, and I’ll get them to measure you, weigh you and if you even come close to having anorexia, I’ll be personally taking you to every doctor’s appointment and counseling session from there on till you are well again.” Dad’s eyes told me he meant every word. “And if you still won’t eat then, I’ll get you admitted to the best possible hospital that deals with eating disorders. And I’ll be there, day in day out, till you fucking eat.”

“What about the club?” I challenged him. “You really going to let the mother charter not have a President because your daughter just isn’t hungry?” He loved the club. He was responsible for thousands of men, at least a hundred clubs, and most importantly he was responsible for all of Satan’s Son’s criminal activity.

He trafficked all their drugs through the clubs. He had every President answering to him every month with the takings. He was in charge of all the money that ran through the clubs.

He wasn’t just the heart of Satan’s Son, he was also the fucking nervous system. Everyone knew that the Reaper didn’t just run Satan’s Sons, hewasSatan’s Sons. He wasn’t just a mother charter President. Not like how Granddad was. The Reaper increased the empire of Satan’s Son. Within a few short years of him leading them, clubs were opened in towns that had never even had biker activity.

Dad spread Satan’s Sons around the country like it was virus. And just like the common cold, it spread and spread everywhere to tiny corners of the country. He had more men. More clubs. More money. And the thing he carried the most was power. He had the power to kill and destroy and also grow something if he wanted to.

Dad was, well…my eyes ran up him. How do you explain the Reaper? You can’t.

I saw Dad’s eyes harden. I watched his expression tighten and then I heard Mum standing up behind me. Dad was about to lose his temper.

“I’ll walk from the motherfucking club. I’ll wipe all my responsibilities. If it means I have to get every tattoo blacked out, I will. Fuck, they can burn them off if they want!”

I scoffed. “You can’t walk from the club. You ARE the club!” God, he couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t turn his back on something he lived and breathed and grew and fucking loved to death! He wouldn’t last one day not being a member.

“My family comes before the club.” He said that like it was true.

And yeah, I guess he had always put us first but if it came down to him leaving the club over one of us, well, that was like asking him to do something he physically couldn’t do.

“Yeah, whatever,” I muttered. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to get out of here.

I turned to leave but Dad wasn’t letting this argument end. He gripped my arm, pulling me back to face him.

“Just let me go!” I hissed. He didn’t get it! I didn’t have a fucking eating disorder. I had CANCER! CANCER! And he was standing here demanding that I eat something. I couldn’t give a darn about food. I was dying! Literally something inside me was eating me alive!

He shook his head with a look on his face that I’d never seen. What look was it? It was the Reaper look. The expression that scared every man away. I expected this was the look he gave his prey before he killed them. As Mum said, sometimes he’s more Reaper than Kade and right now he was a hundred percent Reaper and not even a glimpse of my dad was in sight.

“So, we are going to the doctors tomorrow?” His grip tightened. “I thought you were doing okay. I thought you were fine. I was fucking wrong. You should have come to me if you were sick.”

I rolled my eyes. Shaking my head. “You don’t fucking get it! DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU DON’T GET IT!” I screamed at him, trying to pull my arm from his grip. I didn’t have an eating disorder! I had cancer, which made me stress, which resulted in me not being able to stomach food.

It was a vicious circle! One I was being forced to live every day. He didn’t understand the core problem, so how the hell could he help me? He actually expected me to come to him if I was sick? This was his reaction for me not eating a meal!

He gave me a look, telling me to calm down. Well, if he was going to force me to a doctor tomorrow I was going to make sure I went kicking and screaming. Because one look at my file would scream one thing: CANCER! And then he would know. And I didn’t want that happening.

So, I had two options. I either stormed out of there and went to Layla’s or I backed down and ate something…or…well, I wasn’t seeing another option. But I was too worked up to simply eat now just to shut him up. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I guessed I’d just continue the argument.

“The club comes first, Dad. Because when it comes down to it, you wouldn’t last one day away from it. But you would live if you didn’t have me,” I finally said and pulled on my arm but he wouldn’t let go. It was like he was holding me so tight because he thought he was losing me. I looked up at him. “You’ll be fine without me.” And that was the truth. He was going to have a day without me in the near future. They were all going to have to face it.

At least I wasn’t the center of anyone’s world. So it wasn’t like I was destroying someone’s life when I died.

Dad’s eyes said it all: disbelief. “Brad.” He turned. “I need to step down for a while. You’re in charge.”

He could not be serious! “Dad, are you fucking deaf?!” I roared up at him. “I’m fine!”

“Don’t yell at me! You aren't fine! There is nothing left of you and it took a fucking stranger to make me see it!” Dad let his temper go and I didn’t even flinch from his tone. He was yelling at me like I was a member that had disobeyed a direct order or something.

“Kade. Calm down.” Mum stepped to my side as Dad’s grip tightened to the point I didn’t think blood was passing through my veins in my arm. “Let go of her, Kade,” Mum said firmly and grabbed his hand, trying to pry his grip off me.

“You hear what she is saying, Abby?! She’s acting like I wouldn't care if she died!” Dad was not calming down.

God, all I’d said is he would survive without me. He wouldn’t survive without the club.

Dad looked at me with such rage. I had never seen it before and admittedly he was starting to scare me.

“YOU THINK I’D JUST LET YOU STARVE YOURSELF TO DEATH?!” he kept roared at me, and this time I did flinch from his tone. “YOU THINK I WOULD ALLOW YOU TO KILL YOURSELF?!”

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