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“Mellie.” I looked at my brother. He’d gotten serious all of a sudden, and I knew what he was going to ask about.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were never supposed to know. I didn’t mean to say it, especially in front of everyone.”
“I would have killed him sooner.”
“I know.”
“Did he...” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words, and to be honest, neither could I. I nodded. Tears gathering in the corner of my eyes again.
“Baby girl.” My brother pulled me into his arms and I cried into his chest. He held me against him like he did that night twenty-three years ago when he killed a man because he thought he was trying to hurt me. He just didn’t know he already had.
“I’m ok. Really. Part of my education was going through therapy myself, and I dealt with that. It was all the club shit I’ve been holding on to.” I gave him a weak smile.
“Speaking of club shit. Can we talk about Ghost?”
“Nope. That is off-limits to you!” I said, rising from my seat.
“He left the club, Mellie.”
“And I am going to talk to him about that. But as far as Travis and me. I won’t say anything about you stalking my best friend. You don’t say anything about me fucking your brother.”
Gunner winced at my choice of words, but they needed to make an impact.
“Do you know how he got his road name?”
“Really, Michael? You’re gonna lecture me about Travis ghosting me?”
Gunner put his hands up in surrender. “You’re right. But if he hurts you. He won’t have to worry about me breaking his cheek next time.”
“Come on, you big ogre.” I put my arm around my brother’s waist. “I need to go find my old man.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
Ghost
Melissa followed Danny into church. I knew they still had shit to work out, but I didn’t want to be standing here without her. I wanted to pack up my room and get the hell out.
It wasn’t easy being in the clubhouse without my cut. Without my brothers. I felt unprotected. Out in the cold.
“Prospect, find me some boxes and meet me in my room.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hold up, Prospect,” King said.
Shit. I knew this wouldn’t be fucking simple. My eyes rolled at King’s attitude.
“You don’t get to come in here ordering the prospects around. Not without your cut. You plan on putting it back on?”
“I already answered you this morning.”
Fuck this shit. I walked past King, shoulder checking him. Something I would never fucking do with my cut on. But I wasn’t a brother anymore.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I unlocked the door to my room. Slamming it behind me after I entered. Sitting on the bed, I held my head in my hands, my elbows perched on my knees.
This was harder than I thought. And it didn’t help that King wanted to be a dick.
