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Reaper dips his chin. “Good, and when you’re busy, we’ll have one of the other brothers with her at all times.”
Honk grunts. “I feel the need to remind all of you that my daughter is off-limits and not to be touched. Harlee’s better than all of you in this room, and I don’t want to have to kill one of you for taking advantage of my little girl.”
My jaw clenches as anger rolls through me. Take advantage of her? Really? It’s almost as if he doesn’t know his daughter at all. Know me at all.
“I need you guys to keep her safe. I can’t lose her. I don’t want her to be the next victim because of club business,” Honk says.
I shut my eyes as my anger evaporates, and sympathy takes its place. It breaks my fucking heart that he can’t realize that Eleanor died by accident. Her death had nothing to do with the club. All we know from that night is that it was pouring rain, and that she ran into a light pole. We don’t know if she hydroplaned or if something ran in front of her. Either way, we lost her, and we lost him at the same time.
The guys look around and shift awkwardly, not wanting to get into this again.
“We got you. She will be safe. You have our word,” Midnight tells him.
Once again, Honk looks over at me. “I know you two are close, and I appreciate everything you’ve done, but I’m serious when I tell you to stay the hell away from her. My little girl’s not a sweetbutt that you can fuck around with and then walk away from when you’re done. If you ever touch her, I will kill you.”
Is that really what he thinks?
I squeeze my fists tight under the table and tell him, “I would never betray you like that. Harlee is my best friend, and the only thing I want to do is make sure she’s okay.”
“Best friend,” he scoffs. “You have no business being her friend.”
“Yes, best friend. Hell, as far as she’s concerned, I’m the only one who cares if she lives or dies. If you really cared so much about her, you would have gotten yourself together before now, before I had to step in, before the club had to step in,” I hiss at him.
“You don’t know what it’s like,” he rasps.
I nod. “You’re right, I don’t, but what I do know is that I’m the only one who’s taking care of her since Eleanor passed. I’m the one who dragged her out of parties. I’m the one who made sure she went to class every day. I’m the one who made sure she didn’t do something fucking stupid while you were drunk off your ass, and yet you come in here and insult me, threatening to kill me for taking care of your girl? Fuck you,” I snap, my anger finally getting the better of me.
“Shit,” Colt mutters under his breath.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Reaper pinches the bridge of his nose.
The corner of Honk’s eye twitches as his jaw clenches.
I wait for him to do something, anything. Give me some sort of reason to believe that he actually means what he’s saying and not just trying to appease us.
Once again, though, he lets me down.
Honk gets up and storms out of the room wordlessly.
“I got him,” Chap says as he stands, heading after him.
“Well, that went about as well as I expected it to,” Trigger murmurs.
“Are we done here?” Hawk asks.
“Actually, no. We need to talk about William,” Reaper says.
“What’s that fucker done now?” Wrath sighs.
Reaper tips his chin toward Trigger.
Trigger adjusts his glasses and speaks. “As you all know, he’s decided to run for mayor. So far, everyone is eating out of the palm of his hand.”
“Seriously? People are really falling for his shit?” Colt asks, shaking his head.
“I thought politicians were supposed to be family men and women. Last I checked, he wasn’t married,” Pinky says.
Trigger shakes his head. “That’s not necessarily true, but a stereotype. With that said, though, he has had a secret daughtercome out of the woodwork. Or at least that’s what the chatter said.”
