Page 31 of Legacy
“Don’t fucking talk like that.” Legacy’s voice was a whisper. The rage in it was barely constrained. I’d never heard him sound like that before. “Not about them.”
“Why? She’s a sl—”
Legacy punched him straight in the face. I screamed before I could help myself.
The mass of leather rushing forward was like a wave, pulling Legacy off and holding his arms behind his back.
“I’ll fucking kill you, old man.”
Slowly, Legacy’s dad lifted his head. The punch had been hard, but the old man’s eyes were glazed and unfocused in a way that didn’t seem right. He swayed where he stood.
“I’m going to go.” I said, stepping forward, trying to find a way to Legacy. There was none. There were too many leather clad bikers in the way. “I don’t want to cause any more trouble,” I tried telling him, but no one paid me any attention.
“You will treat her with respect.” Legacy continued to fight against the hands holding him. “She’s mine and—” His brows furrowed together. Something other than anger flickered to life in his face. “Dad?”
Something was going on with the older man in front of us. He looked confused, his mouth opened and closed.
And then he fell, his eyes wide open and unseeing.
And all hell broke loose.
***
I went home while Legacy went to the hospital with his dad. And it had been hours. Hours and hours and yet I could see clearly the guilt on his face. Whatever had just happened with Ghost, Legacy thought his punch had done it. And for all I knew, it had, but it hadn’t been his fault. It had been mine. I shouldn’t have gone to the clubhouse, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have let Conner hang around there.
Everything that had happened was my fault.
If anything happened to Legacy’s father because of my foolishness, then I would never forgive myself.
I let my head fall into my hands.
“Stop blaming yourself, Kate.” From across the room, Duke spoke softly. I didn’t bother to look at him. We had already had this conversation several times over. It didn’t matter what he said. I was blaming myself.
It was my fault.
I had no business getting involved with the Savage Sons.
And even less getting involved with Legacy.
“Don’t give up on him, Kate.”
I hadn’t said a word, but Duke had easily read my silence for what it was.
“He needs you. I’ve known Legacy a long time and I’ve never seen him look at another human being the way he looks at you.” Duke's voice was soft. “He’s in love with you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept my lips pressed tightly together.
“All I’m saying is—”
The sound of the key in the front door cut him off.
Legacy was home. My legs swung down from the couch, and I was half on my feet before he appeared. He looked like hell. His clothes crumpled, his body hunched.
“Hey.” Wearily, he leaned heavily on the door frame. For a second, he closed his eyes. Opening them, he caught my eyes and smiled before reaching out a hand. I took it without hesitation, curling myself into his chest.
“How’s your dad?” I whispered.
His chest rose and stayed there for several seconds before he exhaled. “My dad's sick.” He lifted his head and caught Duke's eyes. “He’s been sick for a while. Domino has called church for Monday.” Legacy pressed his lips to my hair. “Are you going to be okay for a few hours on Monday? No one in the club can miss this.” He sounded tired. Tired and wracked with worry.
