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Chapter 8

Harley

Sitting at the hospital, my eyes were on the small girl who was nursing a broken arm.

“Did you call Lucian?” Angeline snapped at Imogen.

“I did,” I spoke for my fiancée. “Imogen is feeling emotional enough without coping a spray from ya dropkick of a sperm donor.”

I was furious and frustrated. I was meant to be hunting for Haylee, but instead I was at the hospital because Imogen had let her niece climb a tree, and she slipped and broke her arm.

Imogen called me, and fucked if I knew what to do. So here we were at the hospital while the ten-year-old got a cast on her arm.

“Did you leave a message?” Angeline, who was the biggest bitch of a person I had ever met, snapped at me.

“Yeah, I did when I got here.” I glared at her. “Believe it or not, Angeline, I am capable of leaving a voice message.”

Just as I said that, the doors to the hallway slammed open and they bounced off the walls.

I looked at the man as he came storming towards us, looking furious and as frustrated as me. Doubt he has lost his sister to a bunch of wild cavemen. I gritted my teeth. It seemed like everyone’s problems seemed small compared to mine. I had to find Haylee, but I didn’t fucking know where to start.

“Where is she?” he bit out, his blue eyes slicing at me. God. All I had done was leave a message on his voice mail.

Imogen said no one really knew about Lucian—apart from the fact that he fathered Massie. He wasn’t in the picture, and Angeline kept what happened between the two very private. Apparently, she went off the rails and a short, unhealthy marriage had been the result, along with a child.

Massie was a sweet kid and we seemed to spend the most time with her. As Angeline was sleeping her way to the top of the food chain at her accountant firm, and her father . . . well, fucked knows what he did for a living. He wasn’t in the picture. Don’t even know why I had to call him.

“I’ve got to go, Imogen.” I kissed her on the head. She was still in tears. Angeline was telling Lucian what happened, and just as she mentioned Imogen’s involvement, she went stiff. Lucian was glaring at her.

“Why the fuck was Massie with her?” he spat, still glaring at my fiancée.

Fuck. I was known as a rude bastard, but he was a fucking prick of a man! Rude. Fucking piece of trash better keep his words to himself. I could tell just from his eyes what he was thinking wasn’t nice towards Imogen.

“Maybe the question is, where were you?” I spoke directly at him, and his glare intensified. “Not here with ya daughter, or ya wife—”

“Ex-wife,” he corrected me then stepped in front of me, blocking my view to Massie through the glass windows. “I look after my family,” his lip twitched up, “unlike some.”

My expression dropped.

“Yeah, heard about ya sister.” His mouth went to my ear. “How do you feel, mate, letting down the only person who you were responsible for. How do you feel, knowing a woman paid for your debts?” He gripped my neck, his voice thick with disgust. “Ya a pussy, Harley, for letting her take the fall. She’s too good for you.”

Thanks to my presence, the security had already been hovering nearby. But as soon as Lucian appeared, extra security followed him.

When he grabbed my neck and yelled in my ear, the security started to break us up. But when my fist connected with his eye, the security pounced on me, dragging me out, screaming questions at him like how the fuck he knew about Haylee!

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