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and stuffing his fat face with my pastries while my son was
still recovering. What the hell is wrong with you?”
    My dad gave me one more long ,
hard stare. Then he turned back to my mom and said, “Blake said that Dax is
mistaken about setting him up, and I believe him. And by the way, the part of
that story your baby here is leaving out was that when Blake walked into that
garage, Dax was holding a gun on me.”
    My mother looked at me with shock on her face. “Oh
God, what the hell kind of messed up family is this?”
    “I wasn’t going to shoot him, Mom. I was desperate
for him to listen to me and I didn’t want him to stop me from what I was
doing.”
    “Which was?” she asked. My dad had a smug look for
me.
    I swallowed hard and said, “Putting heroin I stole
from Brock’s crew in Terrance and Blake’s saddlebags.”
    “I swear if this was an old western I’d swoon.” She
stood up and came over to me. With her palm, she smacked me on the back of the
head. Then she did the same to my dad. “I’m finished with this crap after this.
I want both of you to hear that, loud and clear. I’m done! First,” she said,
with her finger in my dad’s face. “You’re going to set up that meeting.
Second,” it was my turn for the finger and the fire eyes, “You will state your
case and then you will let it go or third, I pack my shit and get out of this
mess once and for all.” We both watched in shock as she stormed out of the
room. My mother had threatened us with a lot of things over the years, but
she’d never threatened to leave.
    My dad turned to me when she was gone and said, “I
hope you’re happy you little shit.”
    “None of this makes me happy,” I told him, honestly.
    “I’ll set up the meeting and let you know when.
Sometimes it takes me a couple of days to reach your brother.”
    “Thank you,” I said.
    “I ain’t doing it for you.
I’m pissed at you for not being able to keep your big ass mouth shut. There’s a
reason your mama doesn’t know all about our business and you would do well to
remember that.”
    He walked out the front door. I heard his bike start up a few minutes later and for the moment I was left alone
with my thoughts, and my plans to confront three dangerous men in a room full
of men that were probably going to take their side. Maybe Brock was right and I
was crazy.

 
    CHAPTER
SEVEN
    OLIVIA
    Dax called me later that
day, after he’d gotten discharged from the hospital. He told me what happened
at their family talk. I was grateful
he waited to bring it up after I’d left. I didn’t even know what to say, but at
least he knew the daughter of a Meth-Lab king wasn’t going to judge. We were
quite the pair.
    “Hey, enough about all of that nonsense,” he said.
“Let’s plan a night out.”
    “A night out, really?”
    “Yep, let’s go to Mel’s and have dinner and do some
dancing.”
    “You just had major surgery,” I told him.
    “Okay then, not tonight.”
    “When?” I asked, expecting next week or the week
after next. No, this was Dax I was talking to. For a
few seconds I had forgotten.
    “Tomorrow night. I’ll sleep all day and rest up for
it. We’ll take your car instead of the bike and I’ll only dance to the slow
songs.”
    I laughed. He had known exactly the questions I was
going to ask, except one. “Are you even on a regular diet yet?”
    “My mom’s making lasagna tonight. I’ll see how that
stays down and let you know.” He really was crazy, but after the other day, I
wasn’t going to say so.
    “Okay, let me know what time. I’m up for it.”
    “Pick me up at eight,” he said. “Hey Liv.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Our lives aren’t always going to be like this.
We’re going to be completely happy one day.”
    “I believe it,” I told him, and I did believe it. I
just hoped it would happen soon.
    I was in front of his parent’s house at eight. I
started to get out of the car when I saw him coming out the front door. He had
on a