Page 77 of Devil in Disguise

Gunner’s head snapped up as she added, “Isn’t that what you told me? You had to walk away to keep me safe? Had to abandon the only family you had because of the club?”

“Mellie, that’s not—”

“That is what you said. That’s exactly what you said!”

“I didn’t want you involved in the club shit.”

“Well, you fucking failed! Because here I am in the middle of the fucking club shit!”

Gunner walked over, standing in front of his sister. Tears streamed down her face as he took her face in his hands and said, “I was trying to protect you. Like I did when you were seven.”

“You didn’t protect me from shit!”

“I protected you from that asshole standing over your bed.”

“You didn’t. You stopped it from happening again.”

Gunner stepped back at Melissa’s revelation.

I didn’t know what the fuck they were talking about, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I just wanted to see my daughter, but listening to the woman, I couldn’t stop my mind from going to that dark place I knew too well, and I prayed to God I was fucking wrong.

“Princess,” Ghost whispered, trying to pull her into his arms.

“No!” She stood there, panting, watching Gunner as his face paled.

“You’re fucking lying. I stopped that asshole from touching you.”

“Again. You stopped him from doing it again,” she repeated.

Gunner snapped his mouth closed; the room silent but for the heavy breaths coming from Gunner as he wrestled with the truth his sister delivered before he stormed out the front door.

“See that?” She pointed at me, yelling again. “That’s what bikers do. You’re all fucking cowards when it comes to feelings and emotions. Dani needs parents that will be there for her. People who won’t run when things get hard.”

“You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about. I didn’t run from my fucking daughter. I DID IT FOR HER!” I roared, pulling at my hair in frustration. I got the woman was trying to protect my daughter, but so was I. She was all I cared about, save Dante. They were all that mattered to me. Not the clubs, not my job, nothing. Only them. If that meant I had to burn the entire fucking world to ashes, then so be it. As long as my husband and daughter were safe and fuck everyone else. And I would be damned to hell and back before I stood here one more fucking second and let this bitch judge me on matters she knew nothing about. “Where is my fucking daughter?”

“She’s sleeping. And you aren’t waking her up. She’s been waiting three fucking months for you to come home. You can wait however long she needs to wake up.”

Think again, bitch.

Taking a step toward her, I narrowed my eyes and grinned. “Do not test me, Dr. Jefferson. I can take everything you’ve worked for away with a few keystrokes.”

“Danny,” Dante gasped.

“There is nothing to take!” Melissa threw her hands out wide at her sides. She counted off on her fingers the things she’d already lost. “I sold my practice. I sold my home. I walked away from my entire fucking life for that little girl! And I would do it again with a smile on my face because she is worth the fucking sacrifice! I just wish you could see that.”

Pounding my chest, I added, “I do fucking see that. I sacrificed my fucking life for her.”

“Danny, don’t,” Dante said, but I wasn’t listening. I was about to put this bitch in her place.

“You want to know what I sacrificed for my daughter? For my husband? I’ll fucking tell you—”

“Mama.”

And just like that, all my anger fled as my eyes averted. Amber stood in the doorway, holding my beautiful little girl, but my joy was short-lived as Melissa rushed over, taking Danika into her arms. Dante and I moved to get closer to our daughter, but Ghost put his arm up, blocking our path.

“Wait,” he growled.

“She spoke,” Dante whispered.

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