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“Are you trying to convinceme to adopt her?”
“Why not?You can adopt her, orLacey could.She’d be happy to have a kid.”
Angel blew out a breath, rubbing ather temple.This had to stop.
They pulled up outside of Daisy’sparents’ trailer park, and she heard the shouting all the way inthe car.
“I’ll be right back,” Angel said.There was a time she’d have run in the opposite direction from anykind of confrontation.For Daisy, for the club, she’d learned tostand tall, and to fight for what she believed in.Lash and evenGash had given her more confidence.The Skulls had helped toenhance her life.
Knocking on the door of the trailer,she waited.After a minute, she knocked again.
Nothing.
She raised her hand to knock oncemore, but the door flung open, and she had no choice but to stepback.
“What the fuck do youwant?”Daisy’s father asked.
Angel couldn’t recall his name, and thefumes coming from him made her feel sick.She placed a hand to herstomach, remembering she was carrying another child, and she neededto be careful.“You forgot to collect Daisy fromschool.”
“What the fuck are youtalking about?”
“Your daughter?Daisy?”Sheturned toward the car and watched as Twisted climbed out of thecar.
The concern for her unborn child madeher more relaxed to see that Twisted was there.She couldn’t helpbut smile.If Lash was here all hell would have broken loose.Herhusband wasn’t exactly known for liking addicts.After everythingthat went down with his brother Nash, who got addicted to drugs,Lash couldn’t stand them.They were no longer allowed within thewalls of the club, nor did the club have anything to do withthem.
“What the fuck that littlebitch done now?”
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“Daddy looks angry,” Daisysaid.
“Angel will fix it.”Tabitha squeezed her hand.
Daisyloved being around The Skulls.Herparents, they didn’t care about her.They always forgot about her.If they forgot about her at school, they also forgot to feed her.Her parents were not like those of The Skulls.Daisy had learnedthat at a young age her parents were not like others.Not everyparent drank bad stuff in the morning, or sniffed white stuff uptheir noses.She loved being able to sleep at Eva’s or theclubhouse with the rest of her friends.
“Your mom is nice,” Daisysaid, turning toward Anthony.Once again, he was staring at her.Hewas a strange boy, always staring, observing.
“You’ll be safe now.Momwon’t let anything happen.”He squeezed her hand a littletighter.
She rested her head against his shoulder.It would be nice to be safe.Her parents were always shouting andscreaming, and hurting each other.For once, she’d just like toknow what it was like to be wanted, to have a mommy who hugged her,kissed her goodnight, and read her a bedtime story.
Her father started to shout, andTwisted moved away from the car.
Closing her eyes, Anthony wrapped his armsaround her, and Tabitha hugged her back.She didn’t have much, butshe had friends.
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Late that night Angel paced upand down the length of her bedroom.They were not at the clubhouse,and Daisy was sleepingwith Anthony in his room as the spare room didn’thave a bed yet.Lash sat on the edge of the bed, staring ather.
“You want us to adopther?”
“Yes.This is not the first timethey’ve left her, Lash.They don’t deserve their daughter.Theywere drunk, and I couldn’t leave her there.”
After bringing her home, Angel haddone homework with Anthony and Daisy, made dinner while waiting forLash to come home.
“Look, babe, I know you want toadopt her, and I don’t want to see her go back to those fuckers,but you’re carrying, and Anthony, he can be a handful.”He got tohis feet, pulling her into his arms, and stopping her from pacing.“You can’t hide the fact that you’re struggling with thispregnancy.You’re sick, tired, and exhausted.If I’d known thatDaisy was still at school before you, I’d have gone to get hermyself.”
The pregnancy was exhaustingher, and she’d even noticed that shewas sleeping a lot more, and the simplestthing made her tired.