Grandad, known as Macky within the club, was my person, my everything. Whereas some girls are daddy girls, I was a grandad girl.
I learned everything I know from him. For every problem I had, he was the one I went to. School bullies, cars, bikes, math even—it was all him standing in my corner, and now he’s gone.
Ten months ago, my brother told me he had been killed, and my world hasn’t been the same since.
“No…” I scream as pure pain rushes through me, my brother's sad eyes trying to harden.
He can’t be dead, he can’t.
We were supposed to go to the garage while it was empty. We were supposed to be….
Breathing becomes difficult, and my breathing becomes choppy as arms quickly wrap around me from behind, and Psycho’s rainforest minty scent takes over as he rasps, “Breathe, cupcake,” but I shake my head before gut-wrenching screams release from me, and my legs give out, and Psycho follows me to the floor.
The club blames Anna, Brick's wife, and Blade’s mama for why he’s dead. He went to the warehouse alone, the prospect being called away by Anna, but several other brothers or prospects could have gone with him. The brothers are wrong for blaming her. Grandad was a grown ass man and knew he should have gotten someone else to go with him but he was stubborn which Brick knew and as far as I’m concerned Brick needs to open his eyes because Anna wants out.
For years she’s been causing havoc, years struggling with the fact her husband fathered a child with someone else, a woman he screwed as payback for her sleeping with a prospect years ago. And while the brothers believe she did it for attention, grandad stated she did it because yet again Brick allowed a club girl to hang all over him in front of her not caring about her feelings. Believing he’d never lose her because of his patch but that time took it too far and made out with her.
Grandad believed Anna was fed up with feeling lonely.
But that wasn’t the truth, and I’d die before I told anyone the real reason behind everything she’s done.
Raya, Skylar, Lake and I have her back, that is all that matters.
“The first day was good,” I finally reply with a mutter, not looking at Dad, hoping he’ll leave it at that.
I swear Venom better hurry up with whoever he is screwing otherwise I’m leaving. I promised Raya I’d look at her car before we go out and tonight we finally convinced Lake to join us.
“And uh, where are you working?” he asks carefully, and I sigh, not wanting the ideal chitchat before looking at him.
“You want to ask about Mama, so why don’t you just get it over with instead of pretending to care where I’m working?” I snap, and he flinches, his green eyes turning sad, but I don’t soften, not after what he did.
“I made a mistake, little doll,” Dad whispers and I shake my head and lean back in the hard, dark brown chair, crossing my arms over my chest.
“A mistake. I didn’t realize a mistake was five times, Dad,” I mock, and he sighs. I shake my head and say, “Mama is fine. She’s working and seems happy, so leave her be.”
“Is she seeing someone?” he asks quietly, and I snort but he quickly adds, “I wouldn’t blame her if she was I uh, I just, look I miss your mother Ives, a lot, and if she is with someone else, I can promise you now, he won’t be around for long.”
Damn alpha hole, they’re all the same.
“She’s not seeing anyone that I know of, not that it is any of your business,” I reluctantly say, knowing he won’t give up and I feel his body physically relax beside me, making me roll my eyes.
Mama would move on if I had it my way. Dad is a dog along with all the brothers and unfortunately for Brick, I did grow up being jaded towards the brothers, Psycho more so.
I look to the officer brother’s room entrance when I hear laughing in time to see Psycho walking out, and I swear my heart skips a beat before it shatters.
Years I have been in love with him, the puppy love Marie swore I had turning into a full blown, life consuming love. Years he hasn’t looked at me as anything other than his best friend. Years I have had to watch him with the club girl’s enjoying himself, breaking my heart a little bit each day, tearing my soul into pieces.
Can’t blame him, though, can I? Not when he’s clueless about how I feel, and it’s not his fault that I can’t keep a man, always having him in mind.
My stomach tightens as I see Misty following him out looking freshly screwed, licking her lips while eyeing his back and I quickly look away, blinking, trying to stop my eyes from tearing as the pieces of my already shattered heart breaks into even smaller bits.
Four men, and he’s still all I want, but he’ll never be mine, no matter how much I wish he would be.
“You’ve got no right to feel relaxed, Dad,” I mutter, trying to ignore the visions of Psycho and Misty together and the jealousy that fills me because I know I have no right, I mean, damn, he thinks I want to leave.
“I know, little doll,” he replies, “but your Mama, she’s my everything and I took her granted. Where Pitbull continued to mess up, believing Jessica will come back, I’ve kept to my promise to always be faithful and I’ll continue to keep it even after I win your mother back,” I look at him with a raised brow. He sighs, “I messed up, sweetheart, and I lost not only your mother but also you for over a year, and I know I have no right, but I’m asking you, please just give me a chance.”
I chew my bottom lip, seeing his sincerity, but I just can’t.
