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

Chapter 17

Hey babes! Sorry, I've been missing for a while, I just finished midterms which means I am now on spring break, so I am hoping to crank out a few chapters this week. I wanted to thank you all for the love you've shown this book and a special thank you to those who came from book one. I never expected the series to take off like it has. Here's an extra-long chapter to make up for my absence. Love y'all!

Trigger warning! Mention of child abuse and child death.

Brenna's POV

Three days, 72 hours, 4320 minutes. That's how long it has been since Brody met Driver. It's also how long it has been since I've seen Driver. I have no idea what happened, but one minute he is fine, then he and Brody disappear and when he comes back, he barely touches me and tells me he'll call me later, but he doesn't.

It's as if we are going around in circles, and it always ends with one shutting the other out. At first, he pushed me away and I pursued him. Then, I tried to shut him out, and he finally broke down all of my walls. Now, we are back to him pushing me away and the worst part is, I have no idea why. We have texted a little over the last three days, but all of his responses are one-word answers. Also, he has blown off our training sessions, saying he has 'gym business' to take care of.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong and I would bet my left kidney Brody knows exactly what it is. Not that he is telling me anything.

Every time I ask Brody what happened, he just tells me to talk to Driver about it, which is really fucking hard when he is dodging me. I can't keep this up. Somebody is going to tell me what is going on, and since Driver is ignoring me, that leaves one option and it's a good thing I live with him.

"Okay," I growl as I slam my coffee mug down on the counter, "you need to tell me what the heck happened Saturday."

"I told you to talk to Driver about it," he answers with a simple shrug.

"Hazel, do mommy a favor and go play in your room," I say in what I hope is still a cheery voice laced with seriousness.

"Okay mommy," she smiles as she hops down from the couch and begins walking to her bedroom until she stops in the doorway and turns to me with a questioning look, "are you gon put Uncle B in a time out?"

"If he doesn't stop being mean I will," I answer trying to hide a smile.

"Oooooohhhhhhh," she says with wide eyes, "good wuck Uncle B." Finally, she walks into her room and I hear her close the door.

It's time to get some mother fucking answers.

"Talk," I growl, clearly done playing this stupid game.

"Bren, it's not my place," he defends one more time.

"Well, I'm making it your place. He won't talk to me, something is wrong, and I think it has to do with that 'walk' y'all took right before we left on Satuday," I push as heat rushes to my cheeks.

"I just think reality hit him," he answers with a sigh.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, I had to push him a little, make sure he was ready and everything and he kinda froze up," he answers simply, avoiding eye contact as he knows the rage that is awaiting him.

"How did you push him?" I ask through clenched teeth. This can't be good.

"I-" he begins and I know it is a goddamn excuse or deflection.

"Brody Micheal Miller, you better tell me the fucking truth," I threaten in a tone that even surprises me. I am just so tired of these games.

"Okay fine," he says as he throws his hands up in defeat, "I may have told him that if he wasn't ready to be a dad and a husband he needed to leave you."