Without Truth (Babylon MC Book 3) by Victoria L. James & L.J. Stock

Author:Victoria L. James & L.J. Stock [James, Victoria L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Victoria L. James & L.J. Stock
Published: 2017-10-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

DREW

Babylon High seemed to be the central location for all the MC’s troubles. First Jacob—my girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend and the football coach of my girlfriend’s only brother. Now a mystery attacker—a nameless kid who didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to touch anything that didn’t belong to him. Two men I couldn’t get to. One would bring too much trouble to my family if I touched him. The other was a ghost I couldn’t find. The latter was also someone I wouldn’t be allowed to touch even if I did figure out who the hell the little punk was. That was going to be for Sutton to deal with. My anger was nothing compared to his. In the week following Sloane’s attack, he’d retreated into himself, walking around with that ashen face and those sagging shoulders all over again, just like he’d done straight after losing his wife, Maisey, in the warehouse.

My brothers and I tried to help him, tried to pick him up, but what the fuck was there to say to a man when his daughter had been violated? Nothing. Not even Ayda’s sunshiny disposition and let’s all stay positive attitude rubbed off on the chief. I had to admire her efforts, though. Even if he didn’t appreciate them, I sure as shit did.

Everyone had been reminded how touchable we were. That was the downside of loving, of caring. It meant that when shit went south and something happened to those you cared for, you were left feeling like we all did: useless as fuck.

Business carried on as usual. The Hounds even had a vote on what action was best to take regarding Sloane’s mystery attacker. Kenny wanted to storm the school and smash every man capable of getting a raging erection up against a wall, grab their balls, and twist them until they talked. We all voted against him on that, which led to him sulking for three days and smashing the crap out of the equipment in the training room.

With our attention needed to run the club, the pawnshop, and the repo business, Ayda demanded that we stopped calling in on her shifts at Rusty’s, instead willing us to head to football training to watch over Tate if we got the spare time. It would mean we could kill two birds with one stone. Make sure her brother was safe and keep our eyes on Sloane at cheerleading practice, since she was refusing to quit that shit, much to her father’s despair.

“See that as a good thing, Howard,” I encouraged him. “It means the attacker is probably someone she didn’t even know. There’s no way she’d go back to the same place she got hurt if the same guy was gonna be there to remind her of what happened.”

He’d looked at me skeptically, and then he’d lowered his chin back to his chest and stalked off to the bar to grab a double whiskey after his shift.

I was trying Ayda’s tactic of positive thoughts leading to a positive life, but I had to admit, it didn’t come naturally to me.

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