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“What’s her address?” I demand as I pick up my shirt and bag before storming past a grinning Blade, whom I flip off, his laughter following me out of the gym while Venom rattles off the bitches address.
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Twenty minutes later, I lean against the hood of my car outside of a small pale green house.
Vanessa Chillis, forty-two, is a single mother who has been arrested five times and nearly had her kids taken from her several times for child endangerment.
The woman who is suing my girl.
I know we’re done. I know we’ll most likely never be together again, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t mine. She is, and that'll never change. That's also why I need to leave, to get my head straight over that concept.
The door to the house slowly opens before a woman with blond hair pops her head between the gap.
“C-Can I help you?” she stutters, and I smirk.
She thinks I’m a Hyena, but unfortunately for her, I’m worse than one of them.
Their group is a menace. There are only roughly eight of them, Hayden being the leader, whom Ivy nearly married for her mama while pregnant with Hudson. They believe they’re the scariest of them all, killing their clients and everyone they love when they don’t pay back double the amount they borrowed by a deadline, yet, they’re shit scared of my club.
This woman needs to understand that.
“Yeah, you can explain why you’re suing a woman who tried to save your daughter, claiming she would have survived if the EMT’s wouldn’t have intervened that we both know is bullshit and so do the lawyers.” I state and her face pales. Chuckling darkly I say, “If you think owing money to the Hyenas is bad, try suing a family member of the Dark Angel’s and let’s see where that gets you.”
Her body visibly trembles as her eyes widen in shock, and I threaten, “You have two days to drop the lawsuit and to send an apology letter, thanking Lake for trying to save your little girl, a little girl that she has cried over. Otherwise, you will be sharing a grave site.”
That said, I push off my car and round the hood to the driver's side before climbing inside, then speeding away without looking back, knowing she’s still watching me with fear.
I turn and head towards the strip club where I’ve been sleeping lately and pick up speed. I need to plan my routes and begin training someone to take my role within the club and at Dark Angel’s Girls.
I also need to ride for a while to see if I can shift this anger.
Chapter 11
Lake
I swallow, trying to dislodge the bile that wants to come up and take deep breaths as I grip my sink, squeezing my eyes tight, all while trying to ignore the tightening of my stomach.
I feel light-headed, nauseous, and weak, and have done for a few weeks now, and the urge to vomit every day keeps rising.
I know I haven’t been eating right, but I’m still eating enough to stay functional, especially with work, so why on earth do I feel like I’m about to pass out from hunger?
Taking another deep breath, I stand straight but wince at the sharp shooting pain in my lower stomach, and I take a few more deep breaths before I look in the mirror.
Well, hello, horror movie looking girl…
Bags line under my eyes, I’m pale, and my cheekbones are more prominent. I’ve lost a lot of weight since finding out aboutViper being a brother, since he broke my heart and made me see he didn’t really know me at all.
Anger hits me suddenly…
I mean, who loses it with their girlfriend all because she’s friends with someone from the club and didn’t mention it? It isn’t like I knew he was a brother, if anything, it should have been me pissed off because he kept half of his life from me.
I sigh. My emotions are confusing me. One minute I’m angry, the next depressed, and then just plain sad. They keep running through me, and it doesn’t matter what I do. I can’t seem to shake my funk.
My phone rings, gaining my attention, and I swallow again before turning away from the mirror, which shows the state of how I look, and walk into my living area, following the tone.
Grabbing my phone off my wooden coffee table, I check the ID but frown as I quickly answer, concern hitting me.
“Fury, is Skylar okay? Tate?” I answer without saying hello.
