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sneak around, the harder it’s going to be to tell him.”
Wrench snorted before storming past me and out the door.
“He wants to tell Op. But I just can’t do it.” She leaned against the wall, pulling her fingers through her tangled hair.
“Making him keep it quiet means he’s lying to his president,” I warned her, hoping that those words would sink in.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and rubbed at her face, “I don’t want to be responsible for them being at each other’s throats. We both know Op is going to freak out when we tell him, and he’ll try to beat the shit out of Wrench. I don’t want that.”
It was true. Even though they weren’t together anymore, Op still felt he was Sugar’s protector. Even if that meant protecting her from one of his own brothers.
“But you’re okay with forcing him to lie and sneak around? He could get kicked out of the club for this, Sugar.” I kept my voice deep and low, trying my best to be stern without letting whoever was in the clubhouse know about this little… development . “Lying is a seriously punishable offense, especially lying about something that concerns Op’s family.”
“Punishable?” she questioned, her eyes popping open.
“Yeah, he could be barred… sent away… kicked out. This isn’t just some stupid love affair, Sugar. This could affect Wrench’s place in the club.” I shook my head. “Love him or leave him. If you love him, stand up and fight for it. If you don’t, stop fucking around and let it go. You’re playing with fire, and he’s the one who’s going to end up burnt. Not you.”
She pushed her back against the wall, and for a second I thought she might collapse. I couldn’t get involved in this shit. Op was my best friend and my president. Everything inside me screamed tell him but I knew this was a mess that they needed to sort out themselves.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered sadly. “I never thought I would find myself back here. I love the club, you know? But as soon as I had Harlyn I had someone else to protect. And the club life… it’s dangerous.”
“It’s also the most protective and loyal family that you could ever ask for.” I pointed at the table, and the vivid Brothers by Blood symbol that was carved deep into the wood. “That shit is more than just the patch we wear on our back. It’s who we are. It’s what we stand for. It’s who we stand beside, and it’s who we love.”
She stared, her eyes flicking and grazing over it like it was the first time she was really seeing it. Like it was the first time she believed it was more than just a logo or sign.
She nodded. “I get it.”
I wondered if she really did, but I’d already had my say. The rest was up to her.
She kept her face low as she walked past me. It was so unlike her. Sugar was strong. Even during the war in which we lost Op’s dad, she stood beside him and she stood with her head held high. I wondered what had happened so recently for her to feel so broken, so worn down.
A part of me hoped I hadn’t completely crushed her, I didn’t enjoy seeing her hurt. She had become like a sister to me. She technically wasn’t an Old Lady, but she was well respected within the club. And not just because she gave birth to the president’s daughter. But because she had the kind of aura that drew you in. She had a backbone, but she was also sweet and cared for all of us.
Seeing her hang her head hurt me, but I knew she needed to hear it. Blunt and straightforward. If she pussyfooted around this shit and ignored how major this was, then when shit hit the fan, we were all going to get sprayed.
I’d managed to get my dad into a care facility within Huntsville. It specialized in what my dad needed and it had taken a lot to get him there.
I’d had to drag in Optimus. My father may not ride with us anymore—he was what you might call retired—but he still received benefits from the club and from me, so I had
Wrench snorted before storming past me and out the door.
“He wants to tell Op. But I just can’t do it.” She leaned against the wall, pulling her fingers through her tangled hair.
“Making him keep it quiet means he’s lying to his president,” I warned her, hoping that those words would sink in.
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and rubbed at her face, “I don’t want to be responsible for them being at each other’s throats. We both know Op is going to freak out when we tell him, and he’ll try to beat the shit out of Wrench. I don’t want that.”
It was true. Even though they weren’t together anymore, Op still felt he was Sugar’s protector. Even if that meant protecting her from one of his own brothers.
“But you’re okay with forcing him to lie and sneak around? He could get kicked out of the club for this, Sugar.” I kept my voice deep and low, trying my best to be stern without letting whoever was in the clubhouse know about this little… development . “Lying is a seriously punishable offense, especially lying about something that concerns Op’s family.”
“Punishable?” she questioned, her eyes popping open.
“Yeah, he could be barred… sent away… kicked out. This isn’t just some stupid love affair, Sugar. This could affect Wrench’s place in the club.” I shook my head. “Love him or leave him. If you love him, stand up and fight for it. If you don’t, stop fucking around and let it go. You’re playing with fire, and he’s the one who’s going to end up burnt. Not you.”
She pushed her back against the wall, and for a second I thought she might collapse. I couldn’t get involved in this shit. Op was my best friend and my president. Everything inside me screamed tell him but I knew this was a mess that they needed to sort out themselves.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she whispered sadly. “I never thought I would find myself back here. I love the club, you know? But as soon as I had Harlyn I had someone else to protect. And the club life… it’s dangerous.”
“It’s also the most protective and loyal family that you could ever ask for.” I pointed at the table, and the vivid Brothers by Blood symbol that was carved deep into the wood. “That shit is more than just the patch we wear on our back. It’s who we are. It’s what we stand for. It’s who we stand beside, and it’s who we love.”
She stared, her eyes flicking and grazing over it like it was the first time she was really seeing it. Like it was the first time she believed it was more than just a logo or sign.
She nodded. “I get it.”
I wondered if she really did, but I’d already had my say. The rest was up to her.
She kept her face low as she walked past me. It was so unlike her. Sugar was strong. Even during the war in which we lost Op’s dad, she stood beside him and she stood with her head held high. I wondered what had happened so recently for her to feel so broken, so worn down.
A part of me hoped I hadn’t completely crushed her, I didn’t enjoy seeing her hurt. She had become like a sister to me. She technically wasn’t an Old Lady, but she was well respected within the club. And not just because she gave birth to the president’s daughter. But because she had the kind of aura that drew you in. She had a backbone, but she was also sweet and cared for all of us.
Seeing her hang her head hurt me, but I knew she needed to hear it. Blunt and straightforward. If she pussyfooted around this shit and ignored how major this was, then when shit hit the fan, we were all going to get sprayed.
I’d managed to get my dad into a care facility within Huntsville. It specialized in what my dad needed and it had taken a lot to get him there.
I’d had to drag in Optimus. My father may not ride with us anymore—he was what you might call retired—but he still received benefits from the club and from me, so I had
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