𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛☘︎︎

warnings: violence in a church, smut

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"DAUGHTER IN LAW?!"

The men surrounding the table visibly flinched as Keegan delivered the news, his bare arm sporting bruises from Addison's grip on him, wrist swollen where she had fractured three little bones from her twisting. "That's what George said, loud and clear, he added that he'll make you suffer." Keegan muttered exhaustedly, sitting down at the round oak table, running his fingers over his wrist gently. "Can you drive?" Charles growled, looking over at Keegan who nodded slowly, raising to his feet again while one of the other men rose as well. "I'll drive, his wrist is fucked up." The man spoke, immediately sitting down when Charles turned to him, scowl resting on his face, eyes locking on the man watching as he locked up. "If I wanted you to drive, I fucking would ask you, now, Keegan, can you fucking drive?" Charles commanded, watching as Keegan nodded quickly, heading towards the door. "Yes sir."

With that, they left.

"What are you going to do?" Keegan asked, sitting down in the drivers seat while Charles climbed in the passenger, the door slamming shut. Part of Keegan felt bad for doing this, for hunting her down, ripping her away from the life she deserved. There wasn't always hatred between the two, in fact at one point they were close friends, when she married Emmett, she took on Keegan as well, nursing hangovers, cleaning wounds, giving advice, helping both men get clean towards the end. Keegans the one who taught her how to fight after Charles ordered some of his lower level men to jump her, so the moves she used on him earlier, were the same ones that he had taught her to defend herself. But after everything, after he stood beside her watching Emmett hit the ground, the deafening sound of the gunshot, the traumatic sound of the body hitting the ground, Charles turning to back hand her immediately, spewing that it was her fault, everything changed. She was no longer the bubbly girl that he had known, who made the days seem shorter, that convinced him and Emmett they weren't as bad as they thought they were. That part of her died the same day Emmett died, she turned to survival.

Flashback

"Charles is going around telling everyone that you called the cops on Emmett." Keegan spoke, watching Addison's hollow eyes turn towards him, his heart breaking at the way her soul looked fractured even through those crystal iris'. "Not the first time he's blamed me for something out of my control." Addison spoke, her voice didn't show any emotion, and Keegan felt the way she was mourning, she was locking away any form of feeling, burying deep within her soul so that the men couldn't see her being weak. With a grunt, his arm still mangled from where he took the beating for her, he pushed off the couch, wrapping his one arm around her waist, pressing his forehead to hers. "I'm going to do what I can to keep you safe." He whispered, feeling her melt into his touch, it had been three months since Emmett had died, and even if they weren't romantic, they were affectionate, a touch she hadn't had in months. "You're better off just hating me too, everyone that I seem to touch suffers." Addison whispered, closing her eyes as a tear slipped past the barrier of her eyelids. "Then let me suffer."

End of Flashback

In a sense, he has suffered, more than anything since Emmetts death. He had to be ruthless to her, to save his own end. He shoved her so far away that she flinched if she was in the same room as him, she darted back to the shadows, staying under the radar of the men, until Charles had enough of her nonsense. He was set to either kill her, or make her suffer as much loss as he had.

"If I can't convince her to come back, I'll ruin her life in front of everyone she's using to protect her."

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