Page 31 of Fury
“Fuck,” Blade curses and drops his head while I shake mine and state, “and for the second time, Anna is not the reason!” Before I grab my tools again, not bothering to say anything else because while yeah she kind of is the reason Sky won’t speak to them, she isn’t for the reason they believe.
He truly fucked up, and he doesn’t even realize how much.
Anna is Sky’s whole fucking world, and yeah, she did save her. If Sky had been in Melissa’s care, she would have been raped, no doubt about it. Anna stopped it, proof of that, but she most likely would have been killed long before her sixteenth birthday.
Skylar loves Anna fiercely, and Blade’s words yesterday proved that he doesn’t respect his mother and still believes everything people in the club have said about her, meaning he’s set himself back by blaming the woman she sees as her mama.
He and Brick are the reasons she wants fuck all to do with them, they’ve only got themselves to blame.
“Here, Fury,” Luna says, and I look up to see her holding a mug, and I smile, quickly dropping my tools again and taking it from her.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” I say before taking a sip, and I relax as I watch her take one to her sorrowful-looking old man.
“Thanks, princess,” he mutters, taking the cup while gently rubbing a hand over her stomach.
“You're welcome,” she replies softly, then murmurs, “I got a message yesterday,” and he raises a brow at her while I smile, knowing who it is from.
“Is that so?” he questions with curiosity, and she nods.
“I’m officially part of a group chat called My Girls with Ivy, Raya, Lake, and…. Skylar, though you are not very liked at the moment. You’re one of the main topics, not that I can blame the girls,” she admits, and Blade looks my way in shock but I take a sip of my coffee, ignoring the questions in his eyes.
I didn’t do it for him, and he knows it as he gives me a nod in thanks. I did it for Luna. She’s been through hell and back and deserves to have friends around her, and besides, those babies are Skylar’s family and innocent in all this mess.
They’d also be extremely lucky to have her in their life. Her being around Tate and Hudson is proof of that.
Mama Lopez did one hell of a good job raising her.
“Fury, where is our daughter?” an annoying, whiny voice demands to my right, heels clicking on the concrete floor echoing at her stomping, and I sigh.
“You are not allowed in here, Lacey. I’ve told you this several times, so fuck off,” Blade snaps, but Lacey ignores the threat to his tone, completely dismissing the President like a fucking idiot, and states, “And I want to know where my daughter is and who she has been hanging around with!”
I hear Luna growl, which makes my lips tilt before I look at Lacey, and I roll my eyes.
Short shorts that show her ass and a top that is basically a bra.
I shake my head. She looks more ready for a job at Dark Angel’s Girls, and it’s only midday.
“Shouldn’t you be in day clothes, Lacey?” Luna snaps, causing the woman to glare at the first lady, which I narrow my eyes at while Blade growls, “Next time you glare at my woman, I’ll kick you fucking out of the club!”
I watch as Lacey pales before she looks at me and clears her throat, trying to compose herself as she demands, “I want to know where my daughter is.”
I raise a brow and ask, “Why? Because you want to spend some one-on-one time with her for her to get hurt again?”
Lacey narrows her eyes and snaps, “She is my daughter, I have a right to know where she is, and besides, she should know not to climb up the slide. Maybe you should be teaching her right from wrong!”
Don’t kill her, don’t kill her, my inner voice mumbles while my hands fist wanting to snap her neck.
I snort, “I have full custody, and you’ve barely spent two minutes with her, and in those two minutes, she ended up with a bang to her head, so you coming in here demanding to know where she is, is bullshit, I know it and you know it so why don’t you fuck off.”
Her jaw ticks, the makeup around her face cracking in the process before she sneers, “This whole you are playing hard to get is getting old, Fury!”
I laugh, “Hard to get? Are you fucking high or on drugs, Lacey? I’m not playing hard to fucking get. I haven’t even touched you since you tried trapping me with my daughter, not believing I’d go for full custody,” I slowly stand, causing her to take a step back. I sneer lowly, my voice full of threats, “I only kept you around and made you a clubwhore because I didn’t want my daughter to grow up believing I stopped her from seeing herbiological mother. I wanted her to see what a piece of shit you really are while she was being loved on by everyone else. I’m only going to tell you this once, Lacey, the next time you try and act like the concerned mother wanting to get my attention, I won’t kick you out of the club, I’ll fucking kill you. Now do yourself a favor, go and get dressed and crack on with the jobs the club pays you to actually do before you find yourself homeless.”
Without another word to her, I put my mug on the floor near me before picking up the tools again and continuing with my job. I hear her growl, and she stomps her foot and turns to walk out. Blade’s words, “If I find out you’ve gone back to the club and sat on your ass not doing as you’ve been ordered to do, I’ll get a prospect to pack your shit,” following her.
I hear her screech as the door shuts, and I sigh, “We need church to vote her out of the club, brother,” I look at him, “I won’t have that woman around my daughter any longer, and I certainly won’t have her around Sky.”
Blade nods and says, “I’ll make it happen.”
