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He chuckles. “You didn’t think I knew you had something to do with her disappearance that night? Of course I did. You were always a fucking bleeding heart. Always more of a lover than a fighter. It was your mother’s spirit, and it made you soft. I thought I could train it out of you. Thought I could make you more like Kade, but you proved me wrong over and over again.”

I swallow heavily. “That’s because I’m not Kade, Dad. I’m my own man, and you shouldn’t have had your teenage sons killing people for you,” I snap.

Just the words make me feel sick to my stomach. I’ve done a lot of questionable things in my life, but everything I did for him is at the top of the list. I’m just glad handing Waverly over wasn’t one of them.

“Your brother took to it like a fish in water.” He shrugs.

“Because you didn’t give us a choice, did you?” I growl. I need to find a way to alert Kade that he’s here, to get Waverly the fuck out of the city before he can find her, but pulling my phone from my pocket is the worst thing I could do right now.

“You’re not even going to deny that you’ve known where she is all these years? That you’ve helped her stay off our radar?”

I tip up a shoulder. “You obviously already know I have, so what would be the point in lying to you?”

“You always were the fucking disappointment. When you left the family business, the least you could have done isdo something meaningful with your life instead of this.” He motions around us, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“Giving people hope and faith is meaningful, Father. Mom would be proud of what I became.”

“There’s a reason she died, son. She was weak.”

“She had cancer!” I shout. “Ask any fucking doctor, it doesn’t matter how mentally or physically strong you are, cancer doesn’t discriminate!”

If I could kill this asshole right here and now, I would, but desecrating a place of worship like that doesn’t sit well with me, even if there’s no one more deserving of death than him.

“Stay away from her, Dad. Go home and forget you even have two sons, because I’ve forgotten I have a father.”

I turn on my heel and stalk toward the exit. I need to get back to Waverly to make sure she’s safe, and I need to speak to Kade about how we’re going to deal with our father, because I have a feeling this isn’t the last time we’re going to see him, and if that’s the case, we need a plan of how we’re going to eliminate him.

He’s a threat to our woman, and that means he needs to go.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

WAVERLY

Every muscle in my body hurts as I walk through the Scarlet Lounge toward the bar. But it’s the good kind of hurt.

The really good kind of hurt.

My cheeks heat at the memory of last night and the two men that dragged me to heights I never knew existed and then held me through the night and into the morning.

Emmett wasn’t back by the time I had to leave, but Kade assured me they would both be around the club tonight, and telling him that wasn’t necessary if they had better things to do fell on deaf ears.

“Hey, babe!” Abigail calls from the office, and my brows knit together. How the hell did she see me coming? She appears in the doorway with her hair curled around her shoulders and her eyes bright.

I drag my eyes down her body, taking in her outfit before meeting her gaze again. “You got a date after work?” I ask, gesturing to the lace bodysuit that barely covers her nipples and the black leather skirt that I’m certain shows the bottom of her ass cheeks if she bends forward even slightly.

She laughs, the sound taking me by surprise. “Can’t let you have all the fun, now, can I?” She winks. “I’m hoping to scene tonight. It’s been too long.”

“You look great, Abi,” I tell her as I drop my bag into its spot behind the bar. “Actually, you kind of look hot as fuck.”

She giggles and throws her arm around my shoulder. “Now enough about me, tell me about the twins.”

I roll my eyes. “Did you know Emmett had a brother?”

“I’d heard from Elias that his twin existed, but I’m not sure if I’ve met him or not. I actually sort of thought he was like the urban legend of the club.”

“Definitely not an urban legend,” I mutter, earning me a grin from Abigail.

“Please tell me you got railed by them both?” She squeals. “Please!” She holds her hands together in front of her in a prayer gesture, and it sends me into a fit of giggles.

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