A Wild Ride (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 7]

Chapter 26: Devil's Advocate

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~Maggie~

"Are you gonna tell me what that was about or do I just gotta trust you stole his dog for good reason?" Bear asked, only moments after I heard the door slam shut downstairs.

"The second one," I mumbled, not feeling the desire to explain further than that. I gave Murph's head a gentle scratch and he leaned into my touch, loving every second of it.

Turns out, his owner wasn't so fucking great after all.

I still loved Murph, but the only thing I currently felt toward Blaze was anger. I felt so confused and out of sorts right now, I didn't even trust myself enough to explain to my own father why I felt like I might crumble into a million pieces at any moment.

"Did he—you know, hurt you?" Bear questioned, fumbling over his words. "You know like Zac—like what happened at the clubhouse?" he went on, not able to come out and ask me what he really wanted to know directly.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Not like that."

Blaze had sure as shit hurt me, probably more than any man ever had the power to, but not in the way my dad was suggesting.

"Are you sure?" Bear questioned. "Cos if he did, Mags, I promise you, I'll believe you and I'll fucking kill him. No questions asked, no further details needed. You tell me he put his hands on you in a way you didn't like and that's all I need."

It was strange the way I suddenly felt on the verge of fighting tears again, but not because of everything else that went on today. My father's words had moved me so much, I was literally choking back the cries that were threatening to spill out of my throat. His words were everything I wish he would have said to me seven years ago. The way he was so fiercely trying to protect me when Blaze busted in here was what I desperately needed from him that day at the clubhouse. It may have come seven years too late, but in this moment, I felt his undying love for me and I knew that despite his shortcomings, he really did care about me.

"I love you, Maggie and I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to tell me what really happened with Zack and Fat George that day at the clubhouse. I'm sorry for always coming down so fucking hard on you instead of just being there. I'm sorry that I'm fucking stubborn and that I don't always listen, and that I didn't give you the benefit of the doubt and trust you, but I know better now. So you tell me if Blaze did something that he deserves to be punished for. You're my kid and I love you. If he fucked up, I will do everything in my power to make sure he suffers for it."

I swallowed back my tears and lit up with a small smile.

My dad actually did love me.

I shook my head and stood to my feet, running to him for a much-needed fucking hug. Murph jumped up on the bed and growled when I pulled my dad in close. Bear remained stiff at first, but recovered quickly, pulling me into his strong embrace while Murph erupted into full-on barks now.

He was clearly jealous.

"Blaze didn't hurt me," I told him, once we pulled apart. "At least, not in the way you're thinking."

"What about his fucking demon dog?" He questioned, nervously gesturing to a still-growling Murphy.

I fought a chuckle and shook my head. "Murph is an angel, he's just protective."