Page 107 of Property of Yak

Julie

The front door opens before we even get to it. Dad is dressed in his sleep clothes as he glares at Yak.

“Get away from my daughter.”

Yak stiffens but keeps his hand in mine as we make our way to the house. I don’t miss the way Dad looks down at our hands.

“Dad, we need to talk. Can we please come in?”

Dad’s jaw clenches. I can tell he is grinding his teeth. Finally, he steps aside and motions us in.

I lead Yak inside and turn right into the living room. I move to the couch and sit down, but Yak stays standing.

“Son, you better have a damn good reason to be touching my daughter right now,” Dad says, crossing his arms.

“I understand your concern, sir. I am not what you imagined for your daughter, but her safety is the number one priority right now. She needs to stay here with you.”

Dad glares at Yak. “What kind of trouble did you get her into?”

“Daddy,” I hiss.

“It’s a fair question, Angel.” Yak looks down at me.

“No. It’s not. He doesn’t know,” I whisper.

“I know all I need to know. Jameson Taylor. You were part of the Mountain River MC in Colorado before you switched it up and joined the Kings of Anarchy. You run drugs, guns, and who knows what else. We have been tracking your club for decades. Back before you became a King. Do I have any of my information wrong?” Dad asks.

“No, sir,” Yak responds, but I have something to say.

“He saved me,” I start, drawing both men’s eyes to me.

“Julie, don’t,” Yak tries to command me, but I ignore him, locking eyes on Dad.

“I went out with Liz and her boyfriend. His friend was a sleazeball, so I stepped outside to get some air. I was stupid. I didn’t realize how isolated I was until it was too late.”

“Jules.” Dad’s face drops.

“I know, Dad.” Tears fill my eyes.

“Did they touch her?” Dad asks Yak, unable to continue to look at me and see my pain.

“Briefly, but I ended it before it went too far.” Yak remains stoic.

“Where are they?” Dad asks.

Yak clears his throat. “Any confessions would be inadmissible in court?”

Dad hesitates, but then nods.

“They are dead,” Yak says bluntly.

Dad doesn’t look surprised. Instead, he looks relieved.

The room is silent for several minutes. I stand, moving into Yak. He drops my hand only to wrap his arm around me and pull me into his chest.

“While I am appreciative of you saving her,” Dad starts. “She deserves better than some criminal. Your life is dangerous. You can’t keep her safe.”

“I know,” Yak agrees. “It’s why she’s here. Shit is going down tonight. She needs to be far away from it.”