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DC
I came clean to Doc on Sunday night when he came home. Now it was Tuesday. And only now could he talk to me without losing his shit. Telling him about Deena and the deal I had struck with the Iron Dogz had not gone down well. I sat in the battered leather chair in front of Doc’s scarred and scratched big desk and braced myself. His clear blue eyes were filled with ice cold rage, something I had seen before but never aimed at me.
Deena has been grounded for life with no phone and no friends allowed. But knowing the way she was with Doc I had doubts that it would last. She had him twisted around her little finger.
Or maybe this time she had gone too far and he would not give in to her crocodile tears.
Doc had turned scarily white and silent when I explained where I had found her and with whom. I did not tell him about the position I had found her in and Rico and Skinny had been sworn to secrecy. They didn’t want to hurt their Prez. And that shit would hurt him, and that hurt would have turned into a blind rage and blood, lots of blood. Dollar’s blood and maybe even mine. Deena was his perfect little girl. His untouched little princess.
Ja right! (As if!)
Unfortunately I could not control Derrick and I hoped and prayed he kept his mouth shut.
Now it was my turn to face his wrath.
“Haven’t I taught you to never fucking ever approach a target when you’re pissed? What the fuck were you thinking?”
I didn’t say a word because he wasn’t finished, and he wasn’t expecting me to answer. This was all about him venting his anger.
“I never wanted a fucking soul, outside of my officers and National, to know what you do for the club because it puts you at risk from assholes like Hawk Walker and his fucking club. He’s never going to let this go, you do realise that don’t you? His club isn’t clean, not as filthy as the ED’s, thank fuck, but not clean either, and now my daughter is going to be connected to him. It will put eyes on you. Eyes we fucking do not want to take an interest in you. I do not want the shit surrounding the Dogz spilling over on you or my club.”
I froze in my chair. There was something more going on here. Something I hadn’t been made aware of because I wasn’t a brother and weren’t allowed to attend the club meetings.
“Tell me.” My voice was soft, wary.
Doc shook his head and held my eyes. Ice blue and dark met and held. The ice softened, became warm, and became my dad’s eyes in his otherwise expressionless face.
“I can’t, baby. I have to take this to the table, see where the brothers stand with letting you in. This is going to pull you so deep into club shit you will never be clear of it. Something I don’t want. We’ve been walking a very fine line with the work you do for us, keeping you outside but secure within the club’s protection. I never fucking wanted you in at all. I fucked up.”
Sitting forward I shook my head and grinned.
“There was no way you could have kept me out, Dad. I’m too nosy for my own good. I like digging out secrets. And it must be a fault in me, but I don’t give a shit what you do with what I bring to you. Stoney trained me well. He would have had my ass for the shit I pulled at the Dogz clubhouse. That was all on me, not you or the club.”
If I hadn’t known him so well I would have missed the instant transition from father to president because it only happened in his eyes. His cold and hard expression never changed.
“Hawk is going to want more than just information. They’ve got shit raining down on them that is going to pull all of us in eventually. I can tell you that much. Let me take this to the brothers and see where they stand on letting you into club business. I’ll talk to you before you have to meet him on Friday. I don’t trust that fucker, not at all.”
“He might want more than just information but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give it to him. And I’m with you on the trust thing. I don’t trust him either.” My dad just nodded. The business part of our meeting was over.
As I walked out of his office I gave a soft sigh of relief. It could have gone so much worse. I might bitch and moan about him, but he was my dad and I loved him, fiercely.
I was still his DC and his Crow and I would not let him down. Not ever again.
