Widow's Undoing (Ruthless Sinners MC #4) - L. Wilder Page 0,1

“And now you’ve gone and lost them! Stupid, worthless motherfucker!”

By now, everyone at the cookout was staring at us, but no one said a word. They all just stood there, watching silently as I muttered, “I promise I didn’t lose them, Dad. I gave them back to you. I swear it.”

“I know damn, fucking well you didn’t, and don’t you say that shit again!” His chest was heaving with each breath, and his eyes were wide with rage. My eyes drifted to his nose, and panic started to set as I watched his nostrils flare in and out like an angry bull. I’d seen that expression enough times to know he was on the brink. He was about to lose control, and I could only stand there and watch as it happened. He reached out and grabbed my shirt collar, twisting it into his fist as he leaned down and growled, “Your sorry ass lost my fucking keys, and now, your sorry ass is gonna find them! You got that?”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as he released me, I ran back to where he’d been sitting and searched high and low for his keys. Michael and Jake, two of my first cousins, felt bad for me and tried to help me. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for them to chicken out on me. Michael glanced over at my dad as he whispered, “Hey, man. We gotta go. Um...It’s time for the show.”

“Oh, okay.”

“You’ll find them.” He motioned his hand towards the grill. “Check over by the picnic tables. Maybe they’re over there.”

“I’ll check.”

My heart sank as I watched Jake and Michael join their families and load up in their cars. It wasn’t long before they all backed out of the driveway and left me and Madden to fend for ourselves. I got why they’d want to steer clear. My dad was being an asshole, but damn, I was just nine years old. You would’ve thought one of them would’ve said something to him, tried to get him to calm down and get him off my back, but no one said a thing. They simply drove away and never looked back.

There was still no sign of his keys, and I could tell by looking at him Dad was getting madder by the minute. I didn’t know what to do. Madden and I had already checked all the places I could think of, but they were nowhere to be found. I could literally feel the anger radiating off him from twenty feet away.

“You’re a goddamn idiot—just like your fucking mother.” I’d heard my father’s rants plenty of times. I knew he was angry and trying his best to hurt me. That’s what he always did. Not only did he scare us all, but he wanted to break us and make us feel as shitty as he felt. I tried not to listen as he barked, “Don’t know why I even bother trying with you. All you ever do is disappoint time and time again. If I could disown your sorry ass I would!”

His words stung. My father was often mean and callous, but he was still my father. Rational or not, I hated the thought of being a disappointment to him. I lowered my head and tried to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. That was a mistake. I’d shown a sign of weakness, and that was all it took for my father to lose his self-control. He charged over to me and grabbed hold of me. Before I realized what was happening, he had his arm wound around my neck in a choke hold, strangling me as he lifted my feet off the ground. Madden was too little to help. He could only stand there and watch as I clawed at his arm, trying with all my might to break free. It was no use. He was simply too strong. “Next time I give you something of mine, you best keep up with it. You got me?”

I didn’t get the chance to answer. Before I could respond, he reared his free hand back and formed it into a fist, slamming it into the side of my head—each blow harder than the last. I don’t know how many times he hit me before I finally lost all consciousness and fell limp in his arms.

When I awoke, I was in my father’s lap. He was cradling me like I was a fucking infant as he held a cold rag to my head. He