The Scars That Define Us (The Devil's Dust #2)(43)

“What the f*ck where you doing when Babs went missing?”

“I was—”

“Tell me why we are all concerned about her, while you’re over here f*cking smiling on your phone instead of in there with her?” I question, gaining attention from the nurse’s station.

“Who were you f*cking when your wife was nearly killed?” I roar. I am so angry. I can feel the veins in my neck pop out. Babs has been like a mother to me since I joined this club, and it’s time she deserved some respect from this *.

“What the f*ck is going on out here?” Bull asks, leaving the hospital room with Dani following him.

“Whatever your f*cking little girlfriend told you is a f*cking lie!” Locks shouts. “Or did you forget she’s the enemy when you were f*cking her?” he continues, his tone patronizing. Without a second thought, I bash my fist into his face. Who the f*ck does he think he’s talking to? Bobby comes up and grabs me from behind as Bull grabs Locks.

“You got your f*cking priorities messed up, brother. This is what that bitch is trying to do, break up the club!” Locks yells as he wipes blood from his split lip.

“Let it go brother,” Bobby whispers in my ear.

He pushes me out the hospital doors before I can turn around and put Locks in the f*cking ground.

“We sure know how to make an appearance, don’t we?” Bobby chuckles, but I’m not laughing. “What the f*ck was that about?” Bobby asks.

“He’s f*cking hiding something,” I announce, flexing my fingers from the pain climbing my knuckles. The bruising is already forming from hitting Locks.

“Ya, I picked up on that,” Bobby affirms.

“You think Bull noticed?” I ask.

“I did,” Bull responds, stepping out of the hospital.

Bobby and I both look in his direction.

“Until I figure it out, you need to keep your cool,” Bull commands, pointing to me.

I scoff at him. “Where’s Dani?” I can’t get her face of anger when Locks cursed her out of my mind.

“She’s in the bathroom,” Bull says. “Something ain’t right with Babs’ hit and run. A piece of the puzzle is missing.”

“Prick,” Dani mutters under her breath, cursing Locks as she leaves the hospital. Her spitfire attitude brings a smirk to my face.

“Why don’t you stay at the club, just for a few days?” Bull asks her.

“Yeah, sure,” she agrees, squinting her eyes against the sun.





AFTER STOPPING AT THE apartment to pick up some of my clothes, we arrive back at the clubhouse, but it’s practically a ghost town. With Babs’ accident, nobody is in the mood for company. It goes to show Babs is truly the glue to this family.

“I got to go check on some shit. I’ll be back,” Shadow states, dropping my suitcase on the bed. I know better than to ask, so I just nod.

“Don’t leave the club,” he orders, giving my head a light kiss before leaving. All of this feels so surreal; I never thought for a second Shadow and I would end up back here.

I put away my things and clean myself up in the bathroom. Still waiting for Shadow to return, I head to the kitchen for something to eat. The place is eerily quiet and makes me nervous.

I grab some pasta Babs must have made recently and throw it in the microwave to warm it up before going back to my room. I eat my pasta and lay on the bed, looking up at the chipped ceiling, wondering what all its seen in its years.

***

At some point, I must have fallen asleep last night, and I wake up to the sun shining brightly this morning. The club has gained more people, but not many. My dad grabbed a bottle of booze and retreated to his room last time I saw him. He seems to be more affected by Babs’ accident than anyone. I notice Old Guy chasing some girl who is not his ol’ lady down the hall into a room, and Hawk has stared at the same newspaper for over an hour. I saunter off to my room and lay on the bed, waiting for Shadow’s return.

“I see you managed to crawl your way back in,” Candy smarts, her voice irritating. I roll over and notice her leaning against the doorframe.

I sit up on the bed slowly and take in her usual slutty attire. Her blonde hair is let down in waves and she’s wearing a pink dress which is way too short and showing too much cleavage.

“What do you want?” I ask annoyed.

“You know the only reason you’re back in is because you’re daddy’s little princess? Otherwise, the man you’re f*cking would have put a bullet in your head,” she replies with a smirk. My temper rising, I jump to my feet.

“You know nothing,” I spit.

She laughs, the sound of it making me angrier. I stalk toward her.

“I know you’re f*cking Locks,” I say in defense.

“Yeah, so what?” she questions, chuckling. Does she have no remorse for being with him the night of Babs’ accident? I feel my fist itching to dismantle her pretty little face.

“You going to rat me out to Babs? I hear that’s what you do best: ratting.” Griping Candy’s throat, the action takes me by surprise, but I don’t remove my hand nonetheless. Her eyes widen when my fingers begin to lightly apply pressure. I should feel her fear and let go, but all I feel is the rage drumming through my body and the pulse picking up in Candy’s neck beneath my fingers. Like a beast feeding off the fear in her, I relish in it and thirst for more. My vision begins to blur with rage and my body temperature rises quickly, making beads of sweat form between my breasts. My top clings to my back as my grip clamps down. The look of fear carved on Candy’s face becomes a look of a soul whose life has just flashed before its eyes. Her hands begin to claw at mine, leaving little red marks across my knuckles. Her face begins to redden, but I can’t let go for the life of me. I want to, but my fingers won’t obey.