Storm (Storm MC 1)

He sighed and then gave me a hard look, like he was contemplating just how much to share with me. “I was hoping you could tell us because we sure as fuck don’t know what he is doing.”

“Spit the rest out, Scott. What are you hiding from me?”

“Shit, Madison, this is club business,” he snapped, and paused for a moment, rubbing his chin and scowling at me before continuing, “We’re pretty sure he’s still out there looking for Mandy even though we’ve told him to stop. Problem is, it’s bringing heat to the club beca

use that bitch is tied to a gang who don’t much appreciate the way J is going about it. Seems he is harassing their members for information.”

I decided it was time to back my man. “Why isn’t the club interested in finding her and dealing with her? That bitch threatened me.”

“Again, club fucking business, but seems as though I know you won’t let this go... she’s dating one of the head guys of the gang. We take her out, and who fucking knows what will come of it. They don’t mess around, and we don’t need a war. J needs to be smart about this, but I think his head is all messed up with you.”

“So you’re happy to leave me a sitting target.”

“No. We’re watching you when J’s not with you, making sure you’re okay - ”

I cut him off. “This sounds very fucking familiar, Scott. Reminiscent of what happened with Nix. Only this time, I’m not going to lay down and wait for her to come to me,” I ranted at him before storming out of the office.

As I was leaving, I ran into my father. He looked tired, and there was something else there that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“I heard your argument with Scott. There’s more to this that you don’t know, and I’m asking you to leave it be. And get J to leave it alone too.” His words held a warning. I searched his eyes, his face, and then I realised what other emotion he was running on. Fear.

“What is it?”I asked, even though I was fairly sure he wouldn’t tell me.

“Not going there with you, Madison. But leave it the fuck alone,” he ordered harshly.

His words stung; I hated it when he spoke to me like that. I met his glare. “Sometimes, I fucking hate this club, and your bullshit ways of hiding stuff,” I spat.

He opened his mouth to say something, but my mother caught both our eyes, and he went quiet. I was stunned at her appearance. She had been crying, and her face was stained with black mascara. There was a red mark on her cheek; it looked like she had been slapped. She had entered the room we were in, but when she saw us, she went to leave.

Christ, what was wrong with her? My mother never cried. And then, looking from her to my father, and noting the displeasure that crossed both their faces, I realised what was going on. Clarity hit me fair in the gut, and shock sliced through my heart.

I whipped my head around to face him. “You fucking hit her?” I almost screamed.

He shoved his face in mine, and snarled, “I said, leave it fucking be.” And with that, he left me standing there, wondering what the fuck was going on, and feeling like our lives were about to be tipped on their asses.

J.

I needed J. He wanted to be my go to person, and right now, I needed him to be that.

Chapter 26

Madison

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” J answered his phone straight away.

Thank fuck.

“I need you, now.”

He must have sensed the urgency in my voice. “What’s wrong?” It was like he was on instant alert.

“Something’s happened. Between my Mum and Dad. It’s bad, babe. Are you close to the club?”

“Fuck!” he swore. “I’m about ten minutes away. Sit tight, I won’t be long.”

“Okay. Thanks, baby.”

We hung up, and I threw my phone in my bag. My mother had left without saying anything to me, and there was no way I was staying inside with my father still there, so I was now waiting outside for J.