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“You basically pushed her away! What the hell did you expect her to do?”
“I didn’t expect anything aside from her goin’.”
“You care about her,” she says, resting her hands on the table in front of her. “Admit that much.”
“I do care about her, that’s why I sent her away.”
“That makes a lot of sense, asshole.”
“Doesn’t need to make sense to you. It does to me. Now, do you mind?” I ask, motioning to the computer in front of me.
“I’m not done talking about this,” she yells as she spins around and walks away. I chuckle under my breath and watch her go before Remy drops into the chair next to me.
“Pull up the email I sent you.”
“What email?”
“Just sent it. Pull it up,” he says once more. I exit what I’m doing and pull up my email, clicking on his. I scan the page when my brows furrow.
“What the hell is this?”
“Our boy Christopher has a daughter,” he says.
“And that means what?”
“Her name, Hodge. Look down,” he tells me. I scan the rest of the email, and I almost slam it against the table when I see it.
“It was him? That’s her dad?”
“Looks that way.”
“He’s the bastard who gave her to that dick that beat her?” I roar louder this time. I’m pissed. I’m beyond pissed. How did I have her here for that long and not know who she was? Why didn’t she ever tell me?
“You gotta talk to Prez about this,” Remy reminds me as I try and control my anger.
“Yeah,” I agree, nodding my head.
“What if he doesn’t let you go after him?” I turn my head to look at Remy, a guy who’s been a good friend for a long fucking time.
“There’s no sayin’ no.”
“We work with Powell, Hodge. Have for years.”
“And he gave his daughter to a piece of shit to beat on her. That’s reason enough to stop this shit now.”
“It’s good money for the club.”
“I get it, but this is more important than his business dealin’s.”
“Yeah, you’re old lady does mean more, right?”
“What is everyone givin’ me shit for today? She left, Remy.”
“Oh yeah. Because you didn’t have anything to do with sendin’ her away.”
“Where did she go anyway?” I ask, not knowing why it should matter, but it does. I want to know that she’s safe and out of harm's way for now.
“I don’t know. Prez didn’t tell me,” he replies before turning away and leaving me to my own shit. I sit here looking down at the computer screen, at the words on it. That bastard. Kemah is his daughter. He did this. He sent her away and then tried to hide her as some whore.
