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“Brook!” my father shouts, but I ignore him and run to my truck. Sharp pains fill my stomach, but I ignore it. Right now, nothing can feel more painful than this, than losing your best friend.

Climbing into my truck, I spin out of the drive, my father's form standing in the dust, disappearing the faster I go.

I get roughly half an hour away from my family’s farm before I pull over and sob.

I sob for my relationship with James, I sob for my loss of Shadow, I sob for the hell I’m about to go through, all while wondering if joining Shadow and my birth momma would be better than this hard, sad life.

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“Fuck’s sake,” I growl, running a hand through my scruffy hair.

She’s fucking gone again; I knew it before I even opened my eyes. My body knows when she’s close, and it certainly fucking knows when she’s left again.

This shit is getting old.

I huff and shove the sheets off my naked form, and get up, refusing to look at her side of the bed while ignoring my hard cock wanting her tight wet heat.

It doesn’t matter if we’re here or at her apartment, every fucking morning she is gone, and I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this shit.

I get it; my momma is a massive bitch who I will be putting in her place. Fuck, after Brook confirming my suspicions, Momma will be lucky my father doesn’t kick her out, and I can’t seem to give a fuck about that right now. But all Brook needed to do was explain what was going on, not fucking run from me every chance she gets.

I would move heaven and earth for her. Surely, she should know that by now.

I move into my bathroom and turn the shower on, ready to get this fucking day done with, so then tonight, I’ll have my girl back in my arms, and maybe this time, I’ll handcuff her to my fucking bed to stop her from running.

My patience is running thin, and I can only do so much ass kicking in the ring.

An hour later, I squint at my screen, trying to figure out what Prue is holding in her hand. I’m currently watching her like a fucking hawk, and right now, she’s talking to some fucker, who looks like a drug dealer outside her apartment that Doc paid for.

I’ve already found proof she lied about her pregnancy, and last week, we found the evidence she’d hidden with Kennedy’s mother, no less. The evidence is a video Prue took of Kennedy burying the body of a man Doc killed. If the Feds had gotten a hold of that video, Ken’s life would be over—and Prue used that knowledge to keep Doc in line.

Doc found the video before Smokey blew the place up. Ken's dad was already dead, while her momma was drugged up.

Ken’s finally fucking free of her parents, and now, I want her free of Prue, so I’ve been watching her like a hawk, hoping to find something the club can use to get rid of her.

“You messaged, brother?” Sniper asks, and I look up. He’s leaning against my doorframe, his brows furrowed, and I nod to my screen.

“I fucking watched this several times, I need a fresh set of eyes,” I state.

He nods and walks over. I point toward Prue’s hands and ask, “Can you see what that guy just gave her?”

Scrunching his brows, he sits and leans forward, rewinding the footage several times before snapping, “Looks like fucking drugs and a knife, brother.”

I curse, hating I was right, and grab my phone. I call Doc, who answers after the third ring.

“Brother?” he questions.

“Looks like Prue bought drugs and a knife, so be prepared for her to go crazy, brother,” I state sternly, and he curses.

“Why in the fuck do we keep these crazy bitches around?” Sniper asks, and Doc comments, “Because they’re easy fucking pussy.”

I chuckle, and then say, “Just watch your back, brother, and keep a close eye on Ken, yeah.”

He sighs. “Will do, brother. If Prue tries something, and I’ll fucking kill her.”

We talk for a few more minutes before he’s called away by his pager, and I sigh.

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