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I rush down the steps and head his way, making him look at me before my fist hits his jaw, and he lands with a thud on the wooden floor. The club goes silent, looking at me in shock as I point at him and state, "Well done, fucker. Ken's leaving town. I hope you're proud of yourself."

Doc's eyes widen as he gets up, and, ignoring the blood pouring from his lip, gets in my face and demands, "What the fuck do you mean she's leaving town?"

Prue grins wide, no doubt happy about that news.

I give him a humorless smirk. "Just what I said. Well done, brother, for not confirming the bitch was actually pregnant." I get in his face. "And well done for taking a virginity you had no right to when you were still seeing that whore. Don't fucking bother speaking to me again."

I shove him, ignoring the hurt look in his eyes, because he can fuck right off. I turn to the back door. Crow follows after shoving Lola into Sniper's arms. Crow tells him to take a protesting Lola to her apartment and not let her try to stop Kennedy, knowing Kennedy needs this.

Being married to Momma, he knows my relationship with Kennedy, so he knows how hard I'm going to take this, how hard Noah will be hurt by this.

How could an amazing evening turn so fucking sour?

6

Quinn - One Month Later

I tap my finger against my leg as I look at myself in the mirror in my room, wondering if I need to change again.

Alex should be here any minute for our sixth date.

I don't know why I'm so nervous…. Okay, I do. He's my student's father, and though it says nothing in my contract about dating a parent, I can't imagine the other parents would be too happy about the situation. Then there is the fact the man has come on strong, a lot stronger than I'm used to, though I do attract assholes and cheats.

The man seems to be too perfect to be true. Every date we've gone on, I've met up with him, and he hasn't bitched about it. Heck, we haven't even kissed more than a peck, and he’s not shown any signs of being bothered by the lack of intimacy. He's attentive and caring, and puts my needs first. Honestly, he reminds me of how my father dotes on my mother, and that scares me because, well, he strayed.

I think that's why I've steered toward assholes.

I’m contemplating changing my dark purple and white camisole top when my phone rings. I groan, knowing it's going to be my brother. He's becoming more relentless.

With a sigh, I answer the phone, knowing he won't give up. I don't want to explain to Alex why I'm dodging my brother's calls.

"Jack, I'm about to head out?—"

He cuts me off, growling, "Tough shit. We've barely seen you for two years since we I tried to force you to make amends with Dad?—"

I cut him off angrily, "You didn't want ‘amends’. You fucking set me up, and you know it, so don't try and downplay it. I was seven, Jack, when I walked into a room to see our father, the perfect family man and doting husband, screwing someone else, destroying Momma. And what was his excuse, huh? ‘She'd been coming onto me for months,’ he said. ‘I stupidly gave into temptation.’"

He grumbles, "This was eighteen years ago, squirt. Momma forgave him…."

I huff a laugh. "Yeah, she forgave him alright, after he wormed his way back in when her mother died. He used her vulnerability against her, and you know it, and the fact you think it's okay to admire a man who cheated on his wife when she needed him, then you're no better than him."

"Squirt, please?—"

I cut him off again and snarl, "No! He ruined my childhood. He ruined how I looked up to him, and made me realize no man could ever be trusted! I don't care why you called, Jack, but as far as I'm concerned, this is the last time you try to force me to be okay with a man who could hurt his family that way, especially when his wife never did anything to warrant it. She loved him so much. She worshiped the ground he walked on, and he screwed someone else. End of!" I angrily wipe away the few tears that escape and state, "If you call me about him and Momma again, then I'll be done with you!"

He sucks in a breath at my threat, "Squirt…."

I ignore him and hang up to prevent myself from falling apart, and throw my phone onto my bed.

I miss my family, but walking in on that, seeing Momma fall apart, watching her in the aftermath…. I shake my head, unwilling to think of that fateful day that only she and I know about.

Swallowing, trying to rid myself of my thoughts, I grab my bag, leave my phone on my bed, not needing it, and head to my small living room. I look around and smile. I worked hard for this place. Lots of summer jobs and saving up. I painted the walls an off-white, the back wall is a dark blue, with a light gray couch in front of it. I forked out hundreds for a nice glass coffee table in front of the fireplace, and a small TV on a glass stand in the corner.

I love this room. It's so cozy.

A knock on the door brings me out of my head, and I sigh. Today is the first time I'm allowing Alex to pick me up. I know I feel something for him. My stomach flutters, my hands sweat, but part of me just won't let myself fall.

Men are liars, and they cheat.

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