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

Chapter 26

Brenna's POV

I miss when things were simple, when life was just easy. Easy, that is not a word I thought I would ever use to describe my life as a single mother or Kade and I's journey to love, but now it's the only word I can think of. My life used to be easy, but now it is just a twisted mess full of reminder of how things used to be.

I have been through a million emotions in the past week on top of processing things from my past that I kept locked in the back of my mind. The one thing this entire shit show has taught me is that locking emotions away is not a healthy coping skill. Apparently, I have been doing that for years, and all of those emotions resulted in me almost killing someone in a street fight. That's not healthy. That's not normal. So my new goal is to feel whatever I am feeling whenever I feel it. I know I am locked in a rollercoaster I cannot control, so I need to take it one bump at a time. I need to scream, feel the fear, and then buckle in for the rest of the ride.

It's been a few days since my fight and over a week since we've heard anything from Joey. I know the only reason he is quiet is because he's hiding something. Even though I may not know his plan, I can feel myself at the top of a hill on the rollercoaster, and sooner or later, the floor will drop out from underneath me and all hell will break loose again.

My feet ache as the smell of grease fills the air. I am in the middle of a lunch rush at the diner today everyone and their mother decided to eat at this shit hole today. I am running around balancing four plates on my arms at a time and every table needs something. Of course, today would be the day that one of the other waitresses calls out so there are only three of us to handle this crowd.

"Hey, I need my coffee refilled," Skillet complains as I walk by him. He has been my protective detail all week, which means he stays with me at work since Hazel is safe at daycare. One of the reasons I chose that daycare is because of its security measures and strict policies. After all, I pay them enough for her to be protected by a goddamn bodyguard.

"Say one more thing and I'll pour it in your lap," I quip as I refill his coffee mug.

"Is this what your customer service is like?" He scolds.

"At lunch rush, this is the best you can get," I laugh as I run back to the window to pick up an order.

"Okay, we have an order of pancakes, a double slammer breakfast plate, and one hot ham and cheese," I recite as I place the food down in front of three truck drivers.

"Thanks, Hun," one of the truckers says.

"Do you need anything else?" I ask as my phone starts ringing from my apron pocket. Shit, I usually turn my ringer off at work but I must've forgotten today.

"Can I get some ketchup?" Another trucker asks.

"Comin' right up," I smile as I walk behind the counter. As I grab a ketchup bottle, my cell phone rings again. Everyone knows I'm at work, so the second phone call causes a knot to form in my stomach.

"Hey, Em, can you run this to table 5 for me? I have to take a phone call," I ask one of my coworkers.

"Sure, is everything okay?" Emily asks.

"To be determined," I mumble as I read the name on the screen of my phone: Happy Time Daycare.

This can't be good.

"Hello," I say as I answer the phone and walk into the small break room that was once a broom closet.

"Hi, is this Ms. Miller?" A voice on the other end of the phone asks.

"Yes it is," I reply quickly as the knot in my stomach tightens.

"This is Ms. Sue, one of Hazel's daycare teachers. We have a man and his mother here trying to sign Hazel out. They said they are her family but they're not on the pick up list."