When I'm With You (Little Hollow Series, #2)(33)

So I did what I had to do.





“Daddy what are you doing?” I ask with a furrowed brow.

I just finished up work at the hairdressing salon in town and wanted to come home to relax, but instead I find my dad with a small duffle open, tossing my clothes inside it.

He spins around angrily at the sound of my voice.

“There you are you little whore! Did you think the club wouldn’t find out? That I wouldn’t find out?” He spits into my face.

I wipe off his spittle with the hem of my tank. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I shout back at him, disgusted and mortified at what he just called me.

He pins me up against the wall by my neck and I claw at his hands. “Think you’d get one up on the club, huh?” He sneers, the smell of alcohol rolling off his breath.

I try to drag in a much needed breath but I can’t. I gurgle, trying to show him that I can’t breath or even answer him. He finally let’s go of me and I crumble to the floor, clutching at my throat, sucking in several breaths.

“I let you live in my house even though you chose not to be a part of the club! By living under my roof, you were supposed to follow my rules!” He bellows.

I have no idea what he’s talking about, I haven’t broken any rules. And I’d know, there were only three of them.

Don’t be late on rent.

No parties.

No mixing with any of the brothers from any rival clubs.

I go over them in my head, nope, not broken any of those. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I manage to cough out, my voice croaky.

I hear bikes in the distance and I start to panic, he must not hear them in the fog of his anger as drags me up by my hair and looks me in the eyes. “I’m talking about you whoring yourself out to the little prince of the King’s Disciples! Did you honestly think you’d get away with it under MY roof! Get out of my house!”

I steel myself as he drags me through the front door and I come face to face with my Uncle Merl. He has a knowing look on his face and I notice the gash on his face from yesterday is all stitched up.

“Well, well, well. The cat’s out the bag then.” He smirks at me and then turns to my dad, the smirk gone and a serious expression on his face. “Tank, all the brothers are calling an emergency church in light of… the news,” he spits out, as if I don’t mean anything.

I glare at him. “You, you did this!”

I slip from my dad’s grip and hurl myself at my sadistic Uncle, clawing at him because I’m so angry that he’s done this. I stop as I remember his words from yesterday.

“You’ll fuckin’ pay for that… You’ve just dug your own grave, sweet girl.”

My brief stop in assault gives him the upper hand and he floors me, crushing my body to the sidewalk as he lies across the top of me.

“If you’d have just done this the right way last night, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess, sweet girl,” he whispers into my ear, and I cry out in pain as he twists my wrists the wrong way.

“Enough!” My dad shouts and a small sliver of hope creeps into me, but is instantly put out when I look up into his face. “Church can wait, I’m the president of this club and she’s my daughter! I decide what happens to her!” He booms out, and pushes my uncle off me.

I get up onto my knees and try to rub the pain out of my wrists.

“Tank you need-”

“I said enough!” Dad shouts and I cower. “Merl. I’d like to speak to my daughter... alone.”

“This is bullshit, Daryl, and you know it. She shouldn’t be getting special treatment just ‘cause she’s the Pres’ daughter!”

He whirls around, his fist connecting with my Uncle’s face , giving off a sickening thud. He stumbles back clutching his face and directs his anger at me.

“You’ll pay for that,” he murmurs under his breath menacingly, and walks toward his bike.

It’s then that I notice we have an audience, all the families connected to the club live on our street so the display we’re making is nothing to them, they’re just there to watch this all play out.

I look at my dad, pleading with my eyes for him to believe me. “Daddy, please. Whatever he’s told you isn’t true! I haven’t had a boyfriend or even a fling in two years.”

He raises his hand, palm facing me. “Shut it, Keeley. You’re just digging yourself a bigger hole! If this goes to the club vote, you know they’re going to be gunnin’ for your head! My hands are tied, I can’t believe you’ve put me in this position, I’ll be surprised if they keep me on as Pres! Fuck!” He shouts and hits the wall of the house before bending down and pulling me up by my elbow.

“Is that all you care about? Keeping a fucking title!” I shout, tears streaming down my face.

He looks behind me and I spin around, coming face to face with a guy I’ve known all my life, the guy who’s always been my safety net. I run up to him.

“Hunter, you need to tell him. Tell him I wouldn’t sleep with a rival club,” I plead.

He doesn’t look down at me or acknowledge me, he just nods at my dad and catches the duffle that is thrown to him, grabbing my upper arm roughly and dragging me toward his bike, but he doesn’t say anything. I’m shell shocked. I can’t believe he’s siding with them.