Tank Fallen Angel's MC 2

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hold her like a father should.
    I made the choice that day at the lake to be a better father to her and I sure as hell am going to do just that.
    “You know you can talk to me baby girl.” Bella sniffs as she snuggles in closer.
    “I know. I like talking to Cher too. She understands me.”  That hits me in the heart.
    “I know she does. Probably more than you even know.” Lifting Bella in my arms, I carry her out to the bed and lay her down.
    “You want anything?” I sit on the edge of the bed unsure of how all this stuff works.
    “Will you stay with me?” Her slight sniffles touch my heart. This is my baby girl and I would die for her.
    “Of course.” I climb on the bed as Bella rolls over and snuggles against me. It’s a strange feeling having her in my arms.
    “She never really wanted me. What kind of person doesn’t want their own kid?” The tears don’t stop and I don’t have an answer for that one. I’m at a loss.
    I hold Bella for a long time until she finally falls asleep. Sliding out of the bed, I run my hand over the side of her face clearing away the last of the tears that stain her cheeks.
    “I’ll always want you.” Kissing her on the cheek, I head out to the main room to look for Cher.
    “Hey where’s Cher?” Creed turns to look at me before he speaks.
    “She ran out to the store with Jada and Piper.” Nodding slightly I scrub my hand over my face.
    “She ok?” Blowing out a breath, I look up at him shaking my head.
    “I don’t know brother. This shit storm just blew up like a fuckin’ hurricane. Where the hell did she come from and why now?” Dropping on the stool next to him, I run my hand over my face.
    “Don’t know. Had Torch dump her ass out and then follow her. She didn’t go back to the Shadows; she went to that roach motel over off 89. Got him and Timmy over there watchin’ her.” Nodding I knew Creed would do all he could to figure this shit out.
    “You’re not alone Tank. You’re my VP, my other half brother. When this club kicked my ass you are the one that kept me grounded. Aside from Jada, you and that little girl in there are my family. I’d put myself in front of a bullet for that girl or you.” The words leave his mouth and I know every one of them are true. Creed doesn’t talk a lot shit without backing it up and this time isn’t any different.
    “I hope we don’t have to go that far but I got that feelin’ Creed.” He nods his head. He knows me too well to let any kind of feeling I have get brushed away. I’ve been right far too many times before.
    “I hate this question but I need to ask it.” Glancing over at him, I wait for it.
    “When the shit goes down, how do you want Candy handled?” His eyes connect with mine. A slight shudder runs through my body.
    “I can’t be selfish here. I’d like to watch her rot in hell for takin’ my baby away from me but that’s not my decidin’ factor here. The fact that she took her to these places and let them hurt my baby? That’s what decides her fate.” I watch Creed for any sign that he doesn’t agree with me on this one but when I watch that evil grin snake across his face I know he’s with me 100%.
    “And rot she will.” Creed extends his hand to me. I take it in mine as he shakes out his promise.

               Chapter 25
     
    The air turns colder at night now. Somehow, I find a comfort in it. Knowing that the air can chill my skin makes me calm down a few pegs.
    I came outside to run the perimeter check that we’ve been doing for a couple weeks now.
    Candy went back to Shadows after a few days at that hotel and we haven’t heard anything since. You would think that would comfort me in some way but it doesn’t it fucking worries me more.
    I know I should be thankful that they haven’t tried anything else but that undeniable nagging is still at the back of my mind. It never goes away as much as I’d like it to.
    I finish the last of the checks before I head back

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