I go toward my father’s office and Dom comes toward me. “Touch me and I’ll fucking shoot you in the heart,” I hiss. He looks like shit, much worse than Zane. Pride pumps through my veins knowing my man is such a badass.
“Fuck you,” he says, stepping closer.
I grab my gun and point it at him. “I warned you.” I pull the trigger, but spare his life, for now. I shoot him once in the foot and once in the leg, right where he stabbed Zane. He screams in pain as my father’s office door slams open.
He looks at me and smiles. “I’ve been expecting you.”
“I’m sure you have, you piece of shit,” I scoff.
“You’re dead, you stupid bitch,” Doms yells.
I hold my gun up and point it at him, but keep my eyes pinned on my father. “Tell him to shut the fuck up or I’ll kill him now.”
My father has a disgusting grin on his face and it makes me want to puke. He loves this, gets a thrill out of it. He’s a sick bastard. “Dom, shut up.”
I want to turn and laugh at him, but I know better than to take my eyes off my father. I let my guard down for a second and I’m dead. His guys are standing behind me, probably with guns drawn, so I nod my head. “Get them out of here.”
He instructs them to leave and they do. “You’ve disrespected me and this club, dear daughter.”
“Consider it payback for all the shit you’ve done to me. All the photos I found, all the guys you made me pay your debts to, all the hate you’ve put in my heart.”
He laughs and walks into his office and leans against his desk. “You sound like your mother.”
I see red, my vision is blurry, and my head is spinning. He never speaks of her. He’s never once even mentioned her since her death. I thought it was grief, but how wrong was I. Bringing her up means he knows I know.
“You killed her,” I yell.
“She was a sick woman, Harper. She wasn’t strong like you. I did what needed to be done.” He grabs his gun, sliding it across the desk. He doesn’t pick it up, he keeps his hand on it, ready to take me down. “You’re acting more like her,” he says.
“I’m more my mother than I will ever be you.” I can’t let my emotions get the best of me. He’ll sense my weakness and exploit it.
“I assume Zane and the other low lifes you slum with now will be here in a minute. It’s good, I want you to watch how I rectify what you have caused. He stole my daughter and my drugs,” he says, pinning me with his glare.
“Your drugs? You’re fucking insane. They don’t tolerate drugs,” I yell.
The small shift of his eyes causes all the hair on my neck to stand. Fuck. It’s not how this was supposed to happen. He’s not supposed to be here.
My father grabs his gun and Zane doesn’t flinch behind me. He’s done everything for me. Protected me when he knew this is how it would end. I don’t even give it a second thought, I push Zane back and the bullet meant for him tears through my chest. The pain is immediate and my body drops.
I hear Zane scream, I feel his body on mine, but I can’t open my eyes.
“No babe, no,” he screams, the pain and tears clear in his voice.
I did it, baby. I took the bullet for you.
It all fades away.
To Be Continued...
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Acknowledgments
THANK YOU! Yes, You! I can’t thank you enough for reading my words and hopefully enjoying them as much as I do! Thank you for coming along my journey. You are the reason I love doing what I do, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so hard.
My Bitches! I don’t know what I would do without each and every one of you. You are the most amazing support team anyone could ever be lucky enough to have. You make me laugh, cry (tears of happiness of course) and brighten every single day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you do for me. I love you all.
I could not have done this
