18
Casey
Mom called me around one in the morning. Daddy had been shot and was on his way to the club—but that’s all she knew.
Not giving a s**t about club business or what I was/wasn’t allowed to know, all of hell couldn’t keep me from heading over to make sure for myself that he was okay. God knew the Vipers wouldn’t send him to a hospital to get patched up. They would call in whoever they had in their back pocket.
I barreled past Pennies to get through the club’s door, and my father’s cursing could be heard through the entire place, easing the twisting in my stomach. Mom stood by the hallway leading back to the extra rooms I knew some of the brothers rented, her face pale.
“How is he?” I asked, grabbing her into my arms for a quick hug.
“He’ll be fine. Shot through the shoulder, so
