Page 67 of Daddy Issues

I continued. “And your bitch? She needs to learn her place. She doesn’t get to do whatever she wants, speak to people however she wants. Make sure she understands that or I will.”

All he could do was nod, he’d been around long enough to know how these things worked.

“Kenna okay?” He looked down at the gravel, quiet.

I shrugged. That wasn’t mine to answer.

“She at your house?”

“Nah, I told you it wasn’t like that. She’s got the apartment over the shop as long as she needs it. And it’ll be a while, since everything she’d saved for her own place was tossed all over your living room floor.”

David sighed.

“I’m not going to tell you how to live your life. But don’t hurt her again.”

Leaving him outside, I went in, shaking off the anger. It seemed like everyone who had supposedly loved Kenna hurt her.

And it made me irrationally angry. To the point I wanted to hit something—someone. I rubbed a hand over knuckles bruised from last night’s fight and knew exactly who that someone was.

Puck

AP and Cam were already in the chapel. The others filed in not long after. The older man looked at me, nodding his head to tell me to carry on.

“We sure that little fuck is on our side here?” I asked, looking from Cam to Jester. “Because as we left Fall Fest last night, a horde of peckerwoods cornered Kenna at my truck. Giving her major shit, threatening her, all in defense of Ghost’s bruised ego.”

Cam flicked a quick glance at me. “She okay?”

“Yeah, gave as good as she got.”

“That the reason you got the busted knuckles?” Merc nodded to where my hand rested on the table.

I nodded, my mouth tight.

“Little brother says it was five to one before he ran up on it.” Jester grinned, pride puffing his chest out.

“He swings that fucking helmet like Babe Ruth.” The kid was barely old enough to drink but handled himself better than most grown men I knew.

“Too bad he doesn’t want the patch.” Cam kicked back in his chair. We all knew Jester’s baby brother had a thing for crotch rockets. “As for Ghost, I think he’s too scared to pull some shit like that. Let’s hear him out.”

“I wouldn’t blame him if he did run his mouth, especially if Puck is out with his girl.” AP shrugged.

“She’s not his girl.” I leveled a challenging glare at our president. I liked AP, but I was about tired of this shit. Anger flashed hot and blistered against my ribcage. “She went through some shit the other night, got kicked out of David’s house. That Nadine bitch is giving her one hell of a hard time.”

AP winced. My dart hit the bullseye. He had a soft spot for Kenna, being one of his daughter’s best friends.

“She got a place to crash?” Jester seemed genuinely concerned for a few seconds, before his nostrils flared and he grinned. “Always got room at Casa Vaughn.”

I sliced him a hard look, and he backed down with a bemused grin.

“You gonna grill the probie?” AP kept us on track.

“Someone needs to.” But I wanted the satisfaction of pounding my fist into his face first.

“We all don’t need to go,” Cam pointed out.

“And I need to get back to work.” Jester was happy to be relieved of this burden.

Drop Top mumbled similar remarks.

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