“My dad trying to save me.”
“That motherfucker needs to be worried about himself.”
The dangerous glint in Skull’s eyes makes my stomach clench. Can I live with my father’s death on my conscious? “Maybe he got the hint.”
“Out of his hands now.”
I widen my eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Out of my mine too. Past is going to catch up with him.”
Hell’s Dominion. “Today?”
“Soon. Are you okay?”
His evasive response sets me on edge. The urge to speak to my sister sweeps over me. No matter what Gunnar Gruppe did, he’s my flesh in blood. The thought of him dead hurts. Please just leave, Dad.
“Did he hurt you?”
“No, he just tried to get me to go away with him. He’s afraid I’ll get caught up, like he did.”
“He’s the one who put you at risk coming here and showing his face. Do you think HD really cares about hurting his family? As my Old Lady you have protection. They don’t want to start a war over one person. But what about your sister or your mom?”
Hi
s words make me sick. She’s already been through so much. “Are they going after them?”
“No, but I’m reminding you what’s at stake. I know you got a soft heart, babe, but he fucked with the wrong people. These brothers got a long memory. They been waiting for the opportunity to pay him back without blowback. You have to get yourself ready for that hammer to drop.”
My hormones surge. I sniff to hold back my tears. A new life is preparing to enter the world, and another one is about to exit.
“Are you about to start with the water works?”
“No,” I say seconds before the sobs begin.
“Shit.” He wraps his arms around me.
I grip his cut, letting his scent calm me.
“Mama, you know this prick ain’t worth the stress. You need to keep calm for you and the bean.”
“I know. I fucking hate crying!” I wail.
“I know you do.” He pats my back.
I marvel at the changes that have happened over the past few months. “I miss my sister.”
He sighs. “I’m not telling you to stay away from her, but I am saying draw some lines. Your mother is toxic, babe. You need to avoid her right now. Once the baby is born and you’re back to being yourself, then you can try again. But if she brings more shit to our door step, I’m going to handle it.”
“Okay.”
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah, I think so,” I say swiping away the tears.
“Good, cause if you miss the wedding tomorrow, Dixie Rose would slaughter me.”
“I’m going to go home and veg out. Tomorrow will be hectic.”