Page 14 of Snatched Princess

“I’m good, it’s a flesh wound, but what the fuck,” he replies in a hoarse tone. His face is paler than normal, he’s shaken up. I can tell. He slides to sit up as I study my father. He’s got a heart that’s full of ice and I have to look away from him before memories flood back. He hates women, but I’ve stayed by his side somehow. The guilt plays it part eating away at my soul.

“Good, then you’ll be back up and running shit in no time.” I keep it light, but the circumstance is anything but.

His bushy eyebrows raise as he finally looks me in the eye. I think I can see a hint of admiration, but it’s not much. “If it weren’t for you, I would have taken that bullet to the head.”

“Yeah – well,” I shrug. “Lucky I was there right.” It’s hard to lie to him so I avoid his eyes staring up at the tv.

“You sprung into action real quick, without thinking and you risked your life for mine. That’s nothing to sweep over.” I hate to admit this is something I wanted to hear from him for the longest time. He sounds proud of me, and it’s about goddamn time that he comes to his senses.

“Love makes you do funny things,” I add in a faint voice, touching my neck thinking of Snatch. Our relationship is like a whirlwind and I’m wondering if this cloud of euphoria that Snatch has put me in is real love.

“All these years running the club, I've never seen a dude jump into action like that, risking his own ass ...let along a little chick,” he says genuinely surprised. That’s because you’re thicker than a thick shake. Dumb men and you don’t have the capacity to run a club. I’m thinking it in my head, but it comes out as a tight, controlled smile. “I mean what do you even call that, when somebody does that for you.” He’s still harping on about it and I cross my arms in a prideful stance.

It’s the same commitment I’ve been showing to the club the whole way through. The Savage Outlaws would in fight with their own if it meant they could gain more clout, drugs, women, and fake power. An undercurrent of resentment brews in my belly. I’ve been here the whole time while the other Savage Outlaws showed their ass on a regular basis. We can never get anything off the ground because shit is hit and miss. All of them are self-serving pricks, with no backbone.

“It's call loyalty, Pop.” Sarcastically, I roll my eyes, he treated me and my mother the same growing up. He barely tolerated me, and now he’s acting brand new. What a fucking joke.

You have to take this club to the new level. You have to do everything in your power to gain control. My mind took over directing the show. My eyes were focused on him, but my mind was somewhere else.

“Yeah, yeah loyalty that's it. Well, I'm glad you got it, sure as hell saved my ass. Impressive stuff girl, real impressive,” he counters flippantly wincing from the pain.

He’s hurt, it’s a good time to go in. “Impressive enough to run the club while you're out of commission?” I smile hoping it can work. If I run it well enough then I can have the run, I want.

“Ha, you wish you little bitch,” he blurts out, his face changing to a stormfront.

Ah, there’s the savage fucking piece of shit beast I know. I thought you’d gone for a minute.

“So, how'd you get away from the Dark Angels anyway? I saw one of them snatching you up while I was on the ground shot in my shoulder,” he accused his tone dark and blunt. “Whoever that Dark bastard that snatched up is gonna get a bullet in his head.”

The door creaks open as Snatch pops his head in, his face full of worry.

“Lara let's move gotta jet, five-o,” he calls out, not regarding Break. My father befuddled expression is priceless, and I feel the weight of bricks on my chest. How else could he have done it? I watch my father’s confusion come to like a light bulb going off in his brain.

“That's him, that's the fucking Dark Angel motherfuck that snatched you up. You son of a bitch, I'm gonna put a bullet in your head.” Apparatus starts to shake from the ferocious anger my father displays. His finger is shaking in his face, and he’s about to burst a blood vessel.

“Pop chill. What the fucking are you doing? You need to relax and listen to me!” I shout, my eyes wide as I block him with my body. He’s coughing, spluttering and about to ruin himself trying to get his hands on Snatch. “Fucking piece of shit! I’m going to ram a pole up your ass, you’re going to be bleeding from your rectum!” Spit flies landing on my cheek, and he’s hard to contain even with an injured shoulder.

He’s about to fuck it up and I can see blood weeping through the bandaged shoulder. I’m trying to get him back in bed, and it’s taking so much energy to do it. His arm flings out nano seconds of connecting with my face. I bend my neck left to avoid the swing, while keeping an eye on Snatch who’s bouncing around wanting to go. He doesn’t two fucks about my father and his wild antics.

Break starts gasping for air, he’s wheezing, but he swipes my hand away. He turns to get his water as I put my hands out in a calming gesture.

“Pop, pop he's not here to hurt me. Snatch is cool, he's with me,” I manage to spit out, wiping the perspiration from my brow.

“Come on, we gotta roll, baby girl,” Snatch pleads as he bounces around on his toes.

“Baby girl, huh bitch?” My father wrenched back the tangled mound of sheets, his whole face bright red with fury. One step wrong and this is about to turn into an all-out brawl. It’s not one my father will win. I lick my lips nervously judging his next movements.

“What the fuck you mean he's WITH you? This motherfucker snatched you up!” His arm flew in the air as he picked up the half empty water bottle near his bed, pitching it at Snatch’s head. Thankfully, Snatch was letting me handle things as he narrowly closes the door with the bottle hitting the back of the door. He’s closer to the exit, maintaining his cool.

“Yeah, he did but...” I butted in, if only he would let me get my sentences straight shit would be cool, but that’s not the beast who’s my father.

“Lara Mary Lennox, you better not finish that sentence with a but,” he barks shaking his fists.

“Look, he kidnapped me, but then things changed and now I'm free. He's here because I want him to be.”

My father shudders. “You filthy little whore, you just go selling your stank little cunt to any old fucking biker? Disgracefully, you're my blood and you dare sleep with the enemy!” He yells ripping through me.

“Pop, just fucking listen, he's cool.” I’m shaking uncontrollably, but it’s all part of being a Savage Outlaws daughter. I don’t back down; all I do is swallow down the large lump in my throat hoping shit will blow over.

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