Page 54 of Bound by Family
“Oh, and now you give a shit?” my father says, putting his hand on my shoulder and giving it a knowing squeeze. “Seems to me you gave up that right.”
“Damn straight. I respect your patch and your position, but man to man, she’s mine. My responsibility. Mine to protect.” I let out a huge sigh, remembering stories Bristyl told me about her mother. It baffles me that this man would say such a thing to his daughter. “How would your ol’ lady have felt about this shit?”
Regg’s body jerks at the mention of his woman, like he’s surprised I know about her.
“From what I heard, she adored her daughter,” I continue.
“Fuck you, you little prick.” He steps closer, but Pops is between us.
“Wouldn’t talk to him like that, Regg. He’s got a fuck of a punch. VP of this club or not, he won’t back down,” Ryker warns.
Bristyl peeks her head around me. “Dad, what you said to me … what you want me to do, Mom would have never gone along with that. Where’d you go wrong? What’s happening to you? This isn’t you.”
Regg lets out a huge breath, then rubs his hands over his face before tilting it up toward the ceiling. “Fuck!” he yells then picks up a large cement block from the floor and throws it hard, slamming into the hood of a car.
Bristyl jumps.
“Fuck, Dad. My car!” Stone screams.
Regg turns toward his son. “Does it look like I fuckin’ care right now?”
Stone takes a step back.
“Go get Wolf. Meeting. Now,” Regg orders.
“I can’t believe you fuckin’ did that to my car,” Stone says, walking out of the place.
“Seems we have a lot to talk about,” Pops says. He’s not kidding one damn bit.
“Guess shit’s gonna get interesting. And here I thought laundromat girl was sugar and spice and everything nice,” Ryker quips, stepping closer and smiling down at Bristyl. Never once have I wanted to punch a brother for looking at a woman, but that woman has never been Bristyl.
“Cut the shit,” I growl.
He throws his hands up in mock surrender, smile still on his lips. “Down, tiger. I’m not gonna take your toy.”
My blood boils, but Bristyl giving me a squeeze and me inhaling her flowery scent grounds me. This isn’t the time or the place to get into it with Ryker.
The door bursts open, and Wolf walks in with Stone on his heels. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is goin’ on here?”
“Seems like my daughter is the cause of Red Devils and their shit,” Regg says to Wolf.
Wolf looks at Bristyl, then me, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Care to tell me why the fuck you’re holdin’ her?”
No, I fucking don’t.
Looking over at Pops, he nods. Out of respect for him and Wolf, who is the president of Sinisters, I speak, but I do it so they understand there is no room for discussion on any of this. “Bristyl is mine. I’m takin’ her home to Georgia after all this shit is cleared up.”
He laughs. “Yours?You’re mistaken boy.”
My body vibrates as anger pulses through me. Respect or not, this fucker will not talk to me like that. Absolutely not. Good thing for him, I’ve learned control.
“I’m not a motherfuckin’ boy. I’ll wipe you out and anyone else who gets in my fuckin’ way.”
Pops steps in front of me and holds up his hand as Bristyl squeezes me again. I look down at her.
“It’s okay,” she says softly.
Oh, how wrong she is.
