The Long Walk to Redemption

Chapter - 7

"My father? I was just at his house for a family dinner, and a week ago he-" He was playing me; he doesn't want his dirty little secrets to come out.

I push out of Tony's arms, walking into the large closet across the room. Stripping out of my clothes, I quickly pull on my black ripped jeans and a long-sleeve, gray t-shirt. My boots are next before I move to the gun safe situated at the end of the closet against the wall; entering in the combination I grab my Glock 43 and a knife putting both in the waistband one my jeans.

"What are you doing? Brooks?" I pull on my leather jacket and walk back out into the bedroom. Tony crosses the room and tries to take my gun from me. "My love, don't do anything. I'll handle it with dad, we need to be smart."

I pull away from him but not before giving him a quick kiss, "Don't worry, Tony. I'll only be gone for a few hours, just go to sleep. Be back soon."

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I walk into the clubhouse, catching the attention of the men who seem to be having the time of their lives with the whores draped across their laps, and the alcohol they are consuming. I look around spotting my father, brothers, and Psycho in the back booth; they look as if they've been arguing.

Slowly, I stalk over to the group; they are too distracted with their conversations to notice me until I pick up the bucket of ice and beer bottles and throw it against the wall before slamming my palms on the tabletop. They all jump, their eyes widening when they see me. My lips pull up into their signature smirk, this is going to be fun.

"It has come to my attention that my family is nothing but a nest of snakes," my glare meets my father's, his poker face in place but his eyes hold a glint of fear and realization. "Now, not a lot surprises me, but it did surprise me when I found out that a week ago threats were made against me."

Michael and Justin's expressions remain somewhat neutral but it is clear they are still in shock; however, Psycho and Dallas share an uncomfortable look, and my father still has that look on his face. I take the bottle closest to my hand and smash it on the floor, "Oops."

"What are you talking about Brooklyn? We never made-" I grab Psycho by the back of the neck before slamming his head against the table. That's when the music cuts off and Dallas lifts his hand, the scuffing of boots behind me and the hand that clamps down on my shoulder lets me know that the next five minutes won't be civil.

"I think it's time for you to let me go, and for the three of you to fess up or this here," I motion around in front of me, "will look like child's play."

The hand on my shoulder clamps down tighter, "Girl, boss says leave, you leave."

A humorless chuckle falls my lips, bringing my arm forward I drive my elbow back making contact with the body behind me before turning quickly striking quick and precise. My fists make contact with his left cheek and clipping his the right side of his jaw.

"Who's next?" I roll my shoulders, shaking out my arms. I'm not leaving without answers.

"Brooklyn, stop acting like a child. I made those threats against an enemy club, not my own daughter. I'm not the monster you are trying to make me out to be." My head whips in his direction, he's now standing, walking closer.

"The monster I'm making you out to be?" Without paying attention to the room, I walk closer my hands curling into fists, my vision going red and hazy.

"I have tried nothing but to be a good father to you and mend our relationship since you have come home. I don't know what happened while you were gone to make you feel like you can't trust your own family, but whatever it is you need to learn how to work past it."

I move to rush him when I'm tackled to the floor, I feel a fist connect with my stomach effectively winding me before making contact with my face. I look up before I'm kicked in the face. Dallas.

I take a moment to catch my breath before swiping my legs out and clipping Dallas' legs out from under him, "Don't be a coward Dallas, you want to fight me, fight me like a man."

I climb to my feet, seeing my father's smug face before he masks it with fake concern. Same bastard that gets off on other people's pain, but he won't be smug for too long.

"At least I don't pretend to be a monster. I know who I am, but who are you Henry? A man who gets drunk and beats his daughter. Sends his sons away so that he can beat her sober. Twelve years ago I was weak, and couldn't defend myself but now I will destroy you and everything you love." I look around the room at my brothers who are all so easy to read, shock clear as day.

"Not what y'all were expecting, huh? Expecting the disgraced, delinquent daughter back from exile? Huh!" I hold my arms out and circle slowly, making eye contact with the few men surrounding me as the others keep their distance. Eyeing me as if I'm a cornered animal, ready to lash out at the first sign of trouble.

I point at my father, narrowing my eyes, "I will give you one warning, stay away from me and mine; if you don't, I will kill you." I watch with satisfaction as his eyes widen and he swallows, nervous energy.

I walk past the group of people, straight to the door and out to my bike in the lot.

Tony is going to pissed off about all of the blood.