Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 21

Driver's POV

Hate is a word that's extremely overused in today's society. People say they hate the taste of certain foods or traffic jams. Any minor inconvenience is met with that term. It has lost its meaning throughout the years, it's become a trivial word. There needs to be a word more powerful, that is reserved for only the most reprehensible human beings.

I hated my father, and not in a trivial way, I hated him in a way that seeped into my bones and lit me on fire. I thought that there would never be another person on this earth that I hated more, but I was wrong.

The rage inside of me increased with every word that left Brenna's lips and by the time she was finished, I had half a mind to track down this fucker and put my unique skill set to good use. Hate is an underestimate, but it is the best way to describe the feelings I have for a man I have never laid eyes on. A man I hope I will never have the displeasure of meeting.

"Are you going to say anything? Cause this silence is freaking me out," Brenna laughs nervously which pulls me out of my thoughts. I realize I have been silent for way too long, but I have no idea what I can say to make this better. I don't think I can make this better. I knew she had been through hell, I knew that from the first night I met her, but I never could've expected this.

"I'm really sorry you went through that," I say, even though I know my apology is useless.

"It's not your fault," she mutters as tears continue to shine in her eyes. I have no idea how she told that story without crying, but it shows her strength.

"I know, but I just think you deserved a genuine apology, and I know you haven't gotten one from him," I reply as I put a loose strand of hair behind her ear. As soon as the words leave my lips, a single tear falls down her cheek and I move to wipe it away.

"Now you know it all. That's why I'm so protective over Hazel and why Brody is so protective over me," she mutters as she tries to deflect my attention away from the tear that just left her eye.

"Did you ever hear from him after that night?" I ask in a whisper. I know the amount of strength it takes to open up about your past trauma and I know she is emotionally exhausted, but I need to make sure they are safe.

"A couple of days later he showed up at the hospital and demanded an apology," she mutters.

Hate, that word does not even come close to what I feel for this son of a bitch. Why the fuck would she have to apologize to him?

"He what?" I ask, completely stunned that someone's way of thinking can be this convoluted.

"Yeah, he said it was my fault that he got hurt because I lied to Brody. He said that if I wanted him to take me back I had to beg for his forgiveness and cut Brody off," she replies as I see the disgust written on her face.

"How did he take it when you said no?"

"The usual, said I was making a mistake and that he would be waiting for me to come crawling back. If I didn't know it earlier, that moment solidified that he is pure evil." Every time she speaks of him, her nose scrunches, as if she is smelling a foul odor for the first time. Just the thought of this man disgusts her.

"Has he ever met Hazel?"

"Never," she answers quickly, "when he came to the hospital I wouldn't let him in her room. To my knowledge, he has never even seen her, which is how I want to keep it. He never even signed the birth certificate which I am forever thankful for."

"So you have sole legal custody?"

"To the state's knowledge, her biological father is unknown and thankfully he has never pushed it." Thank God for small favors I guess, the last thing that little girl needs is that asshole in her life.