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“You can keep your fucking patch, the clubhouse, and trust the guy who wants to give your daughter to your brother. Go ahead. Trust the wrong people, but fuck you for thinking we would ever think that way about her when she was that young. She wasn’t even on our minds until we helped her one night because she got a little too drunk. She didn’t want you to know.”

“We love her,” Bane says, his right eye swelling but he manages to look at her. “We love her more than anything and if that isn’t enough for you, if that isn’t enough that three people love her, then nothing will ever be good enough for you, for her. She deserves love times three.” Bane walks by Grizzly, then pauses before he opens the door. “And fuck you for thinking we’d be that sick. You need to get your head out of your ass.”

“I run this club. Not you!”

“And maybe that’s the problem,” I sneer, heading out the door before he can say another word.

I head down the steps and yell, my voice carrying across the desert.

“Alto! Bane, Colt!” Harlow shouts for us while she stands on the porch, clearly torn on what to do.

I hate that she’s crying. I hate her mascara running down her cheeks, but I won’t have her choose between us and her father. I won’t do it.

I charge up the steps, cup her cheek, and kiss her, through the split lip and pain. “Stay here with your dad,” I say, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“But—I want to be with you guys. I want…I love you too. I love the three of you.”

I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive Grizzly for having this be the memory she’ll think back on when she remembers when we said I love you for the first time.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” I brush away her tears just as I hear a gun cock. “I won’t have you choose. We will always be here for you. Stay with him.” I back away, staring at the gun Grizzly is pointing at me, and mount my bike.

“Don’t touch her again,” Grizz says, one last warning.

Yeah…

That’s never going to happen.

22

BANE

Ifeel naked without my property patch on, so I don’t even bother wearing my cut like I usually do. Right when we walk through the door, I shrug it off and throw it across the room. I’ve always been in the MC. They are my family. They are everything I’ve ever had. Knowing Grizzly is mad at us, might kick us out for good, I clutch a hand to my chest to stop my heart from hurting.

I….can’t process emotions. I’m not good at them. I bury them deep down and hope they go away, but I’m panicked now. I’m emotionally fucking stunted, I know that. I’m trying to get better. I truly am, but this is why I don’t feel things. This is why I closed myself off. Love, in any form, only gives pain. It has only ever given me pain and I can’t do this again. I can’t lose again.

“It’s going to be okay,” Colt says, standing behind me and gripping my shoulder.

My breaths come out faster and my eyes blur as my head spins. I shake my head. It isn’t going to be okay. My family has been torn apart again.

Because of me.

Again.

It’s always my fault. I deserve the scars I have. They remind me of what a fuckup I really am.

Colt spins me around and Alto is standing right behind him. They both are hurt too. I see it in their eyes, how heavy they are, and how pronounced the dark circles are becoming.

“Hey, we are your family. No matter what. You have us.”

“My father did this to me,” I finally admit through a tight, gasping breath. My chest hurts and my lips sting from the phantom pain of him digging that jagged knife down my mouth.

“What?” Alto snarls, stepping forward. “Where is he? I’m in the mood to kill.”

“He’s dead. My mom was getting beat. Like always, but this time it was worse. He was going to kill her so I tried to stop him. He came at me.” I rub my fingers over my lip, feeling the ugly ridges. “My mom gathered enough strength to stab him in the back. Killed him. I dug a hole, tossed his body inside, and we burned him, then covered him with dirt.”

“Jesus Christ, Bane. I’m so sorry. No kid should have to grow through that. I mean, I remember your mom growing up. I had no idea. How is she? I mean, where is she these days?” Colt asks.

Ever since I turned eighteen and I was in with the MC, my mom told me she wanted to finally live her dream. She moved to Italy and she’s finally happy. I send her money every month so she can live her best life. She deserves that.

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