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Shaun
Sure, Dad hugged the man responsible for Mom’s death rather than his only daughter, who felt like the ground beneath her had been blown to chunks of unstable bullshit.
My eyes stung at the insult, and I made myself small on the couch, hugging myself tighter. Nothing like the affection I starved for, given to a mere stranger to worsen my buzzed pissiness.
Dad had an in with the biker g**g, which would ensure my safety, but my hatred of the man he would leave me with did not sit well in my head and churning stomach. I would prefer to make Drew’s life a living hell, but for the sake of my father, I would attempt to stifle my anger.
I would agree to stay since Dad trusted Drew and his Viper brothers, but I would always hate him. He was what kept me from being the guilty one.
Push
