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

Chapter 25

Brenna's POV

Are you okay? How are you feeling? Let me know if you want to talk.

Those pat little phrases have been thrown around every single time I enter a room for the past week. Everyone in the club, especially Kade and Brody, is waiting for me to break. They expect me to become a broken shell of who I once was, but I won't. I can't.

The bull shit answer I have given everyone is that I'm a mom and I have to keep moving forward, but that's not the whole truth. Honestly, I can't break because I can't feel anything.

It has been one week since the incident, and while I broke down at the park, that was the first and last time I felt something. For a whole week, I have been functioning on autopilot, just floating around my life waiting for the next shoe to drop, because, with Joey, I know it'll drop.

Maybe it's better this way. Maybe the numbness is protecting me from the harsh reality that I will soon face. After all, it's better to feel nothing than everything.

"Shorty," Blade calls which snaps me from the trance I have been living in. After pushing, Kade finally agreed to let me in a church meeting to discuss a plan surrounding Joey. It pisses me off that it took a week for him to 'allow' me into church when Blade was fine with it from day one, but I know he was just trying to protect me. He wanted to handle this for us, but unfortunately, he can't. I have to handle the majority of this by myself.

I am the last to walk into the meeting room as I sit beside Kade, directly across from Brody. This has taken a harder toll on Brody than he will admit and I hate it. I hate that this skeleton can just pop out of my closet and hurt all of the people I love.

"Okay, so this meeting is to finalize the protection plans for Shorty and the little one," Blade starts as he opens the meeting. "Shorty, I assume you've been caught up on our past meetings, you have the floor."

"Thanks, Blade," I acknowledge as I take a deep breath, "I just wanted to come in and squash any plans to 'take care of' Joey."

"Sis-" Brody starts but I interrupt him.

"I have the floor," I snap. I would never disrespect a club member like that, but Brody is just a prospect and we have had this argument every day for a week.

"Yes you do, please continue," Blade confirms.

"There are two issues that make it impossible to do whatever you guys are planning, even if you make it look like an accident. First and most importantly, he has an active restraining order against a prospect. If we touch one hair on his head they will go after Crow who is now linked to every single one of you. Not only will he spend the rest of his life in jail, but who is to stop them from going after everyone? Wolf, do you wanna meet your daughter through the visitor's glass at the super-max prison?" I say with aggravation in my voice.

"You know that's not how eliminations work, it's whoever brings it to the table that takes responsibility," Kade corrects.

"That's how you guys want it to go, but half of the city wants all of your heads on a platter and this is the perfect case to do it. It's a direct link back to a prospect and the VP. You can't be that stupid," I growl. I have also had this conversation with Kade way too many times this week.

"We are more careful than that, it will just blow back on the person who brings the vote," Kade pushes again.

"And prospects can't bring table votes, so that person would be you right?" I ask but I already know the answer. "So you and Crow end up in jail because if you think they'll let him walk you're crazier than I thought. Maybe they'll let you two share a cell but then where does that leave Hazel and me? Alone. I'm alone and you two are rotting in prison."