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Chapter Seventeen

Tyson

“Well, is she getting in his car or not?!” Mum yelled at Eve who was doing a terrible job as lookout. We had all immediately relocated to the front lounge room as soon as Hannah stepped outside.

“Just let me look,” I snapped at them and Mum blocked my path to the window which Eve was failing at looking out of.

“If she sees you then she might get into that car.” Mum was really pissed off—nah, not just pissed off, she was full-on upset. I had no idea how any of us were going to be able to calm her down. “Go stand back where you were.”

I rolled my eyes but went back to standing next to Dad who hadn’t stopped looking at the front door. His eyes were literally glued to it. I think he was waiting on whether he would see Hannah again or not.

Well, he didn’t fucking deserve to see her again.

I caught glance of Brad’s expression. He was glaring at Dad. I looked back at Dad; his eyes were still glued on the door. I thought Mum was having a meltdown. But I think Dad was on equal paths with Mum. So I looked back at Brad. Why did it look like he was also having a meltdown?

He wasn’t about to lose a daughter or a sister. But the way he was looking at Dad, it was like he had lost something and it was completely Dad’s fault.

I guess Brad and Hannah had always been close. Maybe he was glaring at Dad so hard because he was itching to be on his feet and start a fight because Hannah was someone he looked at as being under his protection.

Yeah, Brad was always protective of Hannah. So I knew what was coming as he threw back the rest of his beer and headed toward Dad.

“Come on, Brad, not now.” I stepped in between them. I don’t think Dad had even realized Brad was approaching him. Brad was looking at going for the kill and Dad was too busy staring blankly at the front door.

We all knew Dad and Hannah had some unspoken rule about him hitting her. Hannah was always the first one to get upset as soon as an argument broke out. She was always the one that couldn’t stand any of us fighting. And she was really afraid of violence. She hated watching it on TV. She would basically run behind Dad or me if a fight broke out in the club.

Actually, come to think about it, there was someone else she would hide behind if there was a fight in the club.

And I was looking at him.

Brad.

“Where do you want it?” Brad threw the beer bottle at Dad, causing Dad to break his eyes off the door. “Come on, fucking man up, Reaper, where do you want it?” Brad’s voice went up in pure rage.

Again it had me thinking he was acting like he’d lost something. Not someone. Hannah. How had he lost Hannah? I was sure she was still going to be a friend to him. Us, however, she was going to cut off.

Then again, I guess if we were out of her life then that meant the club was and I guess that also meant Brad was.

Brad was losing Hannah like all of us.

I watched him reach in between his vest and shirt, gripping his gun, pulling it from his holster.

“Come on, Brad, calm down.” I put my hand up. Suddenly it seemed like I was the only one in the room still using their brain.

“You know, I shouldn’t even be fucking asking. We both know you deserve this in the head.” Brad’s voice was sinister. I had never heard him disrespect Dad. In fact, Brad was always carefree; he didn’t have a worry in the world and if he did have a worry, he would shrug it off. Nothing was a big deal to him.

But right now, as he lifted his gun at Dad, he was acting on emotions and impulse. We were all angry with Dad for hitting Hannah. I glanced at Mum who was glaring at Dad. I think if Hannah left and ended her relationship with us, well, I think Mum and Dad’s marriage would also come to an end.

“I think in the head, too,” Mum snapped at Dad, and then picked up the cigarettes from the table. “I still can’t believe you did it, Reaper.” Mum was shaking with rage. Instead of lighting a cigarette, she threw the packet at him with the lighter. “How the hell could you hit our daughter?!”

Dad wasn’t fighting back. Or defending what he did. Not that he could defend his actions. Still. He was just letting everyone hate on him. As pissed off as I was with Dad, I knew if I was in that situation and my daughter had just told me she was going to an early grave and there was nothing I could do to stop it, I might just have reacted like Dad did.

So I saw his point of view. But still, he fucking knew! He knew! Never ever touch Hannah! We all knew it. Fuck, I could play fight with Eve, but when it came to Hannah, the rule was the same. You don’t hurt her. Period.

“If we lose her, Reaper, you lose me as well.” Mum shook her head and wasn’t giving empty threats. She was firing them at him with intention to follow through. Their marriage could face anything, but Mum losing one of her daughters because of Dad…yeah, that their marriage couldn’t take.

Dad didn’t even give a response back. He didn’t fight Mum on it. His eyes were back on the door. Arms crossed with no emotion on his face. If Hannah didn’t walk through that door again, he wouldn’t just lose Hannah, he would lose Mum and he would lose Eve, because Eve would follow her twin. And he would lose all my respect, and by the look on Brad’s face, I think Dad wouldn’t just lose his best friend but also his vice president.

Eve’s eyes were still on the driveway and we were all waiting on her to tell us if Hannah was coming back to the house or getting in the car.

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