Page 24 of Fury
Fuck me.
I quickly type out a message back.
Me:
Night, my girls, I love you both more than life itself. Xxx
I press send instantly before setting that picture as my screen saver, not wanting to change my home screen, then put my phone back on the charger, knowing she won’t message back, but that’s okay.
This is progress, and my plan to make her a co-parent is slowly coming together before I get her to sign adoption papers.
Tate will get the woman she sees as her mother, just as Sky did with Anna, and I will get my girl back.
Mark my fucking words, she’ll be mine again and soon.
Chapter 9
Fury – A week Later
I grunt as I push the spanner down, loosening the bolts on the alternator that needs changing on Venom's bike before going to the next bolt and then the next, sweat dripping down my brow.
He went to start it this morning, but it kept winding over, and he shouted for me when I walked out with Tate, about to take her to Skylar’s work instead of getting Mama to do it.
For the past week, I’ve gotten Mama to do the drop-off. I’d pick her up just so I can spend some quality time with my girl, to slide my way back into her life while using my daughter which yes I know is a prick move but I don’t give a shit. But this morning, I just wanted to see her. My need to have her around taking over and thought a glimpse would hold me over until later but fat fucking chance on that.
Venom has had an electrical overload, meaning Mama had to take Tate, happily, while I needed to change the alternator, and while Blade sorts out the steering on old man Trivers' car, which is yet again in the shop.
“Stupid fucking car!” I hear Blade snap, and I grin as I remove the alternator from Venom’s bike, placing it on the tray near my feet. “Fury, next time he brings it in, turn it a fucking way,” he growls.
I laugh, but it cuts off when I hear, “Son, you know your grandfather will haunt your ass if you don’t take care of that car.”
I sigh and wipe my hands on my rag while shaking my head.
He’s not here to catch up with his son, and he’s definitely not here to see where his wife is because she’s currently at the clubhouse baking for the family day, something I know she didn’t want to do but felt pressured into it.
He’s here because he’s most likely heard Skylar has Tate, like she has most of this week when I’m busy here.
Is it wrong to use her love for my daughter to win her back? Maybe.
Do I care? Not one fucking bit.
I just wish I’d thought of it four years ago.
“Let me guess, you heard my mama bitching?” I confirm without looking at Brick as I unwrap the new alternator, and Blade groans, “Fuck’s sake, Dad!”
He told me to win her back and that he’d give her space, but now his dad is honing in on me.
“Yeah, I heard Skylar’s been watching little Tate a lot,” he admits, and I huff as I look at him, making eye contact, but he doesn’t flinch at my hardness.
“I’m not going to convince her to talk to you, just like I haven’t tried to convince her to speak to Blade. I’m trying to get her to realize she can trust me, that everything that happened fiveyears ago wasn’t all lies, so don’t bother asking,” I state, and he sighs.
“I deserve a chance at getting to know my daughter before Anna causes more shit,” Brick says calmly, and I scoff, trying my hardest not to out what I know.
Anna isn’t the fucking problem. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not her, she’s her fucking mother in every way except blood, and Anna has also been protecting his fucking ass for years.
I lock eyes with Blade, and he smiles slightly, seeing my war in keeping Skylar’s secret, my need to stick up for her building hard, and he states, “Dad, you need to focus on Mama right now. She doesn’t want you, she doesn’t want to be in this club, she wants out because of you, so focus on her before you lose her. Any chance she gets, she leaves the clubhouse, which is why she’s been pressured into cooking for the family day, use it.”
Brick shakes his head and mutters, “You’re telling me to choose between my daughter and my wife?”
