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“Yes.”
I begin to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Out of all the things he could have told me, I wasn’t expecting this. Never this.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen in case you guys forgot I’m an adult and you can’t tell me what to do. I’m not staying there.”
“Fine, if you want to stay at your house, I’ll stay at your house with you.” He shrugs as if it’s a done deal.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am. If you’re going to stay there, so am I. In case you forgot, William is still out there causing problems, and until he’s taken care of, you’re stuck with one of us. Now, would you rather have me or one of the other guys?”
It hits me then. Whether I like it or not, this is happening. Once again, I have no say in what’s happening with my life.
I shouldn’t even be surprised.
“What if I leave town?” I ask.
“You have been threatening to do so for years, so I guess I’ll have to make sure you get to where you are going safely. If that’s what you really want, I’ll make sure you get it.” I hate the sadness in his eyes at the words.
I have always said I planned to leave, but the truth is, it was all in anger. I wanted to leave the pain and agony. I never truly wanted to leave my home.
“Fine. Whatever. Just stay out of my way,” I mutter as I turn, walking away from him.
“Where are you going?” he yells after me.
Ignoring him, I raise my hand, giving him my middle finger.
Fuck him. Fuck my dad. Fuck the club and the girls.
Fuck all of them.
Reaper bangs the gavel, starting the meeting, but I don’t look away from the man sitting across from me. Honk is leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and his head is bowed. He must feel my eyes on him because he looks up and right at me. He looks as if he’s aged ten years. His hair is grayer, hiswrinkles are deeper, and his eyes are sunken in. The alcohol is definitely taking its toll.
Despite that, he looks sober or at least semi-sober.
Reaper clears his throat. “Honk called this meeting because he wanted to talk to all of us before he leaves.” Reaper looks toward him. “Start at any time, brother.”
Honk looks down as he wrings his hands together, looking conflicted. “I owe all of you an apology for how I’ve been the last few years. I haven’t taken her death well.”
It kills me that he can’t even say her name.
Eleanor.
“You don’t owe us shit, Honk,” Wrath tells him.
Honk shakes his head. “No, I do. If it weren’t for you guys, I would probably be dead somewhere. So thank you.”
“We got you, brother,” Colt tells him.
Under the table, I squeeze my fists. I get that he lost his wife and he regrets his actions, but I still can’t help but be mad. Harlee doesn’t deserve half the shit he’s put her through since his wife’s passing.
In my head, I hear Natalie reminding me to give him grace.
Honk clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I was hoping you guys would keep an eye on Harlee for me while I’m gone.”
Reaper nods. “We got Harlee, don’t worry about it. We have a plan in place.” Reaper looks at me. “Did you talk to her?”
“I did. She decided that she wanted to stay home, so I’m going to stay there with her for the time being.”
