Page 55 of Bound by Family
Pops speaks, “Wolf, we’ve got problems with the Red Devils because of shit that went down at Burnout. Bristyl and her friend were the ones we were protectin’. So, that means this is your problem, too.”
Wolf laughs again, then looks at Bristyl. “The fuck it is. You decide if you’re gonna take Sterling or take us all?”
“Shut the fuck up!” I bark as Bristyl jumps.
“It was you. You told them they had to do it.” Her voice starts quiet, but grows in strength. “You told them to give me the ultimatum. You did that to me and my family!”
Wolf continues to chuckle. “All women are good for is fuckin’ and makin’ babies. Got no other use for ’em. Got no other use for you, except ridin’ my cock or someone else’s in the club. You’re born and bred a Sinister, and that’s where you’ll stay.”
Regg has a hard time looking at his daughter, and she calls him out on it. Meanwhile, my mind reels from the declaration of this man. He’s not going to let her go? This is going to be an all-out fight for Bristyl. One that I will win.
“Dad. Because of him?”
“Club rules, Bristyl.”
“Since when?” she asks. “When did he tell you to do this?”
“None of your concern. Now get away from that boy and get your ass over here,” Wolf orders.
I push Bristyl back behind me. Yep, I’m fighting my way out of this shit. Fine by me, too. Let’s fucking do this.
“She’s not going anywhere with you, you sorry excuse of a man.” This surprises me because it comes from Regg, who has his gun pulled out and on Wolf.
Holy fuck!
Regg holds his piece steady as I keep Bristyl behind me while angling toward the door. Having no fucking clue what’s going on here, precautions need to be taken.
I reach for my piece as I hear my brothers unlock theirs.
Wolf chuckles. “What’re you gonna do? End me? Nah, you’ll fall in line, just like you’re gonna get that bitch of a daughter in line and makin’ Sinister babies, and do what I motherfuckin’ tell you to do.”
“This ends here.” Regg pulls the trigger, and a loud crack echoes throughout the room as the bullet hits Wolf right between the eyes. He falls to the concrete floor in a heap.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on here?” Pops barks out harshly, his gun aimed right at Regg.
Tension runs thick as Stone, Hunter, and Racer have guns in their hands, too. Nevertheless, it’s the shocked expressions on their faces that have me believing this was not a planned incident. At least there’s that.
Bristyl screams, and I pull her to me, pushing her head against my chest. Hell if I know if she’s ever seen a dead body before. I do know it’s not something that leaves your brain, and I need to protect her from that.
Regg lowers his gun to his side. “Ain’t takin’ anymore of his shit. He’s not runnin’ the club right and was sendin’ us down the wrong path. Fuckin’ over it. I failed my kid once; I’m not doin’ it again.”
“What have you done, Dad?” Stone asks in shock.
“Takin’ back this club.” Regg shakes his head. “You know I didn’t like this shit. Didn’t want to tell Bristyl that. Yeah, we got shit goin’, but fuck, it’s all Wolf’s fault. I’m over it. We need to clean shit up and get this club back to where it was before Wolf went wrong.”
“Is Bristyl in serious danger?” I ask, not really giving a shit about their bonding pissing match. They want to stab their president in the back, that’s on them. The fact that we have to be witnesses to it pisses me off because it puts us in something we don’t need to be in.
“She ain’t safe, but we’ll make her safe,” Regg says as Bristyl turns her head while I try to stop her.
She sucks in a deep breath, no doubt seeing the man lying on the floor in a pool of blood. “I’m not staying.”
“You don’t have to leave. Everything can stay the same,” Regg practically pleads.
“That’s what you don’t get. I was already leaving, just not this soon. This”—she gestures between her and Regg—“is broken. I love you, but you made some fucked-up choices that I need to deal with. I get the club, Dad. Mom taught me well, which you seem to forget. But what you almost did … I can’t. I need to build a life for myself. Going away is the only option. If it’s not with Cooper, then it’s somewhere else. I need to do what’s right for me.”
I drape my arms around her and pull her back to my chest as I lean down and kiss the top of her head, trying to give her the reassurance she needs.
“I know it’s fucked-up. I’m ownin’ that shit, but it’s done. I’ll make sure of it,” her father tries.
