coming from Brack.
“How long have you been fucking my daughter behind my back?” Brack still didn’t move, but he was just as juiced up for this fight as Torque was.
“I haven’t been doing this behind your back. This is the first time I’ve been with her, but I won’t lie and say it’ll be the last. I also won’t lie and say I haven’t been thinking about being with Delilah since she was eighteen years old.”
“Oh shit.”
“Man, Torque, why did you have to say that shit?”
The comments came from the other members fast and furious, but they stayed put, knowing this was about him and Brack. But what he said was clearly Brack’s breaking point because he charged forward like a damn rhino intent on taking a tank down. But Torque was ready for this shit. Torque met him in the middle of the room, and as soon as they reached each other the fists started flying. Delilah was screaming something at them, but Torque saw Vain pull her away from the carnage that was happening. Brack popped him in the jaw and Torque stumbled back.
“You fucking asshole.” Brack swung at him again but he caught the president in the gut. He grunted in pain.
Torque slammed his fist into his jaw. “I’m not giving her up.” They sparred for several minutes, both of them of equal size and strength and neither one of them submitting.
“She isn’t yours, Torque.” They fell to the floor and the fists were flying faster than either of them could keep up. Brack got him in the right kidney at the same time Torque gave him an uppercut. They both broke away, blood dripping down their faces, lips busted the fuck up, shit bruising and swelling. “She isn’t yours, man. You are a Nomad, never staying in one damn place and not caring about shit.” Brack pushed himself up, but he didn’t come after Torque. He did the same, and the two of them stared at each other.
“She’s different. I knew it four years ago, but it didn’t register until right now when I thought about leaving her behind.”
“What, you mean after you fucked her?” Brack spit out a mouthful of blood.
Torque ran the back of his arm across his lips, saw the blood covering his forearm and sighed in defeat. “I meant no disrespect, brother, really I didn’t. I also didn’t plan this shit. It just happened.” He looked over at Delilah, who had a horrified look on her face.
She shrugged off Vain’s hold and stepped closer. “Dad.” She waited until Brack turned around and looked at her. “I can only speak for me, but I knew what I was doing, and wanted this.” She looked over at Torque for a moment, and then turned her attention back to her dad. “I care about him, have for years, and up until tonight I made damn sure I keep all of that shit to myself. I don’t want anyone fighting because he wasn’t supposed to do this, or do that. I’m an adult, and I think I deserve to make my own decisions.”
“Baby girl.” Brack sighed and lowered his head so he was looking at the ground. “This shit ain’t good. He’s too old for you, and he wants no roots. The only thing a Nomad wants is the open road.”
“Age is just a number. Besides, I know my mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant with me. That made you thirty-one. It’s all just a number, Dad. You know that. Look at Ringo and Dixon.” Brack shook his head from side-to-side, but didn’t say anything. “And maybe I’m stepping over some kind of biker, brotherhood line, but don’t I have the right to choose who I want to be with? Haven’t I earned your respect?”
The room grew tense at her words, and when Brack slowly lifted his head to stare at her, Torque knew that Delilah had reached a part of him that few had touched.
“Yeah, baby girl, you’ve earned my trust, as well as the club’s, and a whole lot more.” He reached out, tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Brack looked over at Torque, and even though he still had a hard look on his face, there was something in his
“How long have you been fucking my daughter behind my back?” Brack still didn’t move, but he was just as juiced up for this fight as Torque was.
“I haven’t been doing this behind your back. This is the first time I’ve been with her, but I won’t lie and say it’ll be the last. I also won’t lie and say I haven’t been thinking about being with Delilah since she was eighteen years old.”
“Oh shit.”
“Man, Torque, why did you have to say that shit?”
The comments came from the other members fast and furious, but they stayed put, knowing this was about him and Brack. But what he said was clearly Brack’s breaking point because he charged forward like a damn rhino intent on taking a tank down. But Torque was ready for this shit. Torque met him in the middle of the room, and as soon as they reached each other the fists started flying. Delilah was screaming something at them, but Torque saw Vain pull her away from the carnage that was happening. Brack popped him in the jaw and Torque stumbled back.
“You fucking asshole.” Brack swung at him again but he caught the president in the gut. He grunted in pain.
Torque slammed his fist into his jaw. “I’m not giving her up.” They sparred for several minutes, both of them of equal size and strength and neither one of them submitting.
“She isn’t yours, Torque.” They fell to the floor and the fists were flying faster than either of them could keep up. Brack got him in the right kidney at the same time Torque gave him an uppercut. They both broke away, blood dripping down their faces, lips busted the fuck up, shit bruising and swelling. “She isn’t yours, man. You are a Nomad, never staying in one damn place and not caring about shit.” Brack pushed himself up, but he didn’t come after Torque. He did the same, and the two of them stared at each other.
“She’s different. I knew it four years ago, but it didn’t register until right now when I thought about leaving her behind.”
“What, you mean after you fucked her?” Brack spit out a mouthful of blood.
Torque ran the back of his arm across his lips, saw the blood covering his forearm and sighed in defeat. “I meant no disrespect, brother, really I didn’t. I also didn’t plan this shit. It just happened.” He looked over at Delilah, who had a horrified look on her face.
She shrugged off Vain’s hold and stepped closer. “Dad.” She waited until Brack turned around and looked at her. “I can only speak for me, but I knew what I was doing, and wanted this.” She looked over at Torque for a moment, and then turned her attention back to her dad. “I care about him, have for years, and up until tonight I made damn sure I keep all of that shit to myself. I don’t want anyone fighting because he wasn’t supposed to do this, or do that. I’m an adult, and I think I deserve to make my own decisions.”
“Baby girl.” Brack sighed and lowered his head so he was looking at the ground. “This shit ain’t good. He’s too old for you, and he wants no roots. The only thing a Nomad wants is the open road.”
“Age is just a number. Besides, I know my mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant with me. That made you thirty-one. It’s all just a number, Dad. You know that. Look at Ringo and Dixon.” Brack shook his head from side-to-side, but didn’t say anything. “And maybe I’m stepping over some kind of biker, brotherhood line, but don’t I have the right to choose who I want to be with? Haven’t I earned your respect?”
The room grew tense at her words, and when Brack slowly lifted his head to stare at her, Torque knew that Delilah had reached a part of him that few had touched.
“Yeah, baby girl, you’ve earned my trust, as well as the club’s, and a whole lot more.” He reached out, tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Brack looked over at Torque, and even though he still had a hard look on his face, there was something in his
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