Page 36 of Breaker

I cut her off with a stern look. I do not need to hear her call me that.

She swallows, her throat bobbing as I kneel, cupping her cheek and ask, "Where are you going, baby?"

"Home…. I've got a lesson plan to complete."

I nod at her words, seeing through them. Smirking, I ask, "Or are you running?"

She flinches, stating, "Does it matter? We're over. We were over nearly a week ago, we were over when you got with someone else, and we're over now."

I try to hide my hurt, but I guess she sees it because her eyes tear up. She tries to look away, but I don't let her. She needs to understand that she can't hide her feelings from me.

I cup her cheek harder before leaning forward, placing my lips against hers as I rasp, "We're not done, Goldie. I think it's time you understood how fucking madly and deeply in love with you I am, and what happened didn't mean anything. I was drunk and hurt, baby. I need you like I need air to breathe."

Her tears fall at my admission, and I kiss her lightly before standing. I know she needs a little space to digest what I said. I grit my teeth, hating her tears, before I say, "Drive back safely, baby, and get ready, because come the end of the year, you'll be living in my home and sleeping in my bed, with my ring on your finger."

Her eyes widen as I shut the door before turning around and heading back to the clubhouse. I lean against the metal door, cross my arms over my chest, and wait. She takes roughly ten minutes to compose herself, which I fucking love, before she drives off. Jack grins at me, making me chuckle as I turn and head inside, ready to round up Noah and April, who I'm looking after tonight. I stop near the steps at the sight of a tearful Lola waiting for me.

I tilt my head, seeing my momma standing next to her looking pissed.

Doc walks up to me and asks, "What's going on?"

I reply, "That's what I'd like to know."

Lola sniffles as the clubhouse grows quiet. "I-I went to the school and-and made a complaint against Quinn."

Doc grabs my arm as my anger boils, causing her to flinch and stutter, "I-I told the principal that she used Noah to get-get your patch, and I-I threatened the sponsorship if they didn't fire her. They refused because she-she could sue them, but they cut her pay and put her under direct supervision at all times."

My breathing quickens as Crow shouted, "What the fuck is wrong with you…."booms through the room, making her flinch as Momma growls.

"This evening, my lovely Quinn, who I see as a daughter, basically said goodbye to me. She admitted she's applied to other jobs out. Of. The. State!"

Doc grips my arm as I take a step forward, ready to kill Lola. Snake walks forward and stands in front of me and commands, "All brothers, step forward!"

Lola flinches at his cold tone and her tears fall faster, seeing how fucking angry everyone is with her.

The brothers step forward, and Snake says, "I call for Lola to be banned from the clubhouse and all club activities until further notice. Those who agree, say ‘aye’."

All the brother's call, "Aye," including her own father. He's tried to keep her happy since he married Momma, but no more.

She fucked up big time.

"All council brothers state ‘aye’ in agreement to remove Lola from her position with our charity, Devil's Hope," Snake commands.

Lola lets out a sob as the council brothers firmly call, "Aye!"

She looks at me. "Break…"

I don't let her finish as I remove Doc's grip and go down the steps. I get in her face and sneer, "If I lose her, if my son loses the woman he sees as a mother, I can promise you now, you'll be fucking dead to me!"

She sobs, but I push past her and the brothers. Fucking years I've had to deal with her stupid crush, with her never taking no for an answer, even after I started dating Quinn, when I never gave Lola any indication that I wanted her. All the while Momma has had to deal with her being a bitch.

Enough is enough.

I storm out of the back door before heading to the shed. When I find the sledgehammer, I grab it then head to the oak tree at the back of the yard. I start hitting the shit out of it, picturing Lola and Suzy's heads.

I used to do this a lot after my father was diagnosed; when we were at odds with the Untamed Hell Fires—no thanks to Hairy, a brother turned fucking traitor. Hitting the oak tress was my outlet.

I hit the tree harder, ignoring the eyes I can feel on me as my panic hits, the realization of my situation fucking drowning me.

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