Page 6 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
He shook his head. “One day when you have a family of your own, you’ll understand.”
My eyebrows rose. “A family? You think that you and Summer are a family? You think that Brooks and Porter, with their girls they haven’t even been with for a year, are family?”
He loomed over me. “Summer is the mother of our child.”
“But that doesn’t make you a father, Tanner! Just because you gifted your DNA to someone doesn’t make you a dad, and it certainly doesn’t make you a fucking family!”
In a flash, his hand wrapped around my throat. He barreled me against the wall, tightening his grip as we stared off with one another. My nostrils flared with anger. I saw the need to kill wafting behind his eyes.
And after smacking his hand away, I laid down the truth. “When this is all over, if I’m not a full member of a crew I’ve dedicated the last two years to? I’m out.”
Then, I brushed by him and made my way out of my childhood bedroom.
“Does that mean you’ll do it?” Tanner asked.
I scoffed. “Not like a fucking have a choice now, do I? You know, since I’m not shacking up with anyone and playing house.”
I charged my way down the stairs and I felt all eyes on me. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge before cracking it open and chugging it down my throat. I’d need all the booze and sanity I could get for a job like this, especially if they wanted me to play cover-up so we wouldn’t get arrested along with the Black Flags.
And after chugging the beer, I looked around at the rest of the guys staring at me.
“Yes, I’ll fucking watch her. Now, stop staring,” I said.
Brooks came up to my side. “You have to watch her like a hawk.”
I tossed the empty beer can into the trash. “So we don’t get arrested, I already know.”
Porter came out of the woodworks. “Seriously. She can’t find anything that’ll take us down along with them.”
I shrugged. “Not my problem. I’ll do my best, but that’s all I’ve got.”
“Our families are at stake here,” Archer said as he walked up behind me.
I turned to face me. “Then, maybe you should’ve thought about that before shacking up with someone while running the life you have.”
“Finn,” Brooks said curtly.
I shook my head and turned around. “You don’t get to take that Dad voice with me. I’m not your son, I’m not your pet project, and I sure as hell am not your servant. I’ll watch the cop as best as I can, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t get killed. But, that’s all I’ve got right now since you guys don’t ever want to include me in the big decisions that affect my life. So, get ready to have a taste of your own medicine for once.”
I knew the guys were shocked at my attitude, but I didn’t give a shit. They’d been railroading me and teasing me and mocking me for two years now, and I was over it. I pulled another beer from the fridge and pushed my way through the crowd of men I knew I’d end up leaving behind after this was all said and done.
Because I was done with their horseshit just as much as they were done with mine.
“Fucking cops,” I murmured.
I cracked open my beer and tried to find a room in the house that didn’t house a terrible memory that would haunt me until we got out of this place. But, the more I walked around, the more I remembered just how tainted this house had become. It made me sick to my stomach and it only caused me to chug my beer quicker.
Then, after leaving the empty beer can on a table in the hallway, I made my way back outside.
“So,” Brooks said as the guys piled out behind me, “we need to start coming up with a plan on how to set up Chops and the Black Flags.”
I snickered. “We get a cop on our side and you don’t even wanna use her to do this shit right. Figures.”
“Shut up or get out,” Brooks growled.
I spun around on him. “Quit leading this crew with your heart and lead with your head, then maybe we can talk. But this entire time, I’ve reaped the consequences of you assholes judging this situation based on family and not reason. So, I get to be angry. I get to be upset. You don’t.”
Brooks charged me but Porter stepped in between us. Porter shot me a look, but I only shot one right back at him. And after the standoff was complete, Tanner stood behind me and led the conversation.
“Finn’s got a point, and the reason why he’s upset is because you guys won’t admit it. We’ve been backed into so many corners because we’re playing it safe that now we’ve had to come onto turf that isn’t ours just to stay safe. We need to start using bold strokes, or we need to turn this over to the police.”
