The way Mom blubbered after that. The way she broke down in my arms, as I promised that I'd always loved her. The look of anger and sorrow in Tusk's eyes. There's no way any of that was fake.
We spent the next few hours crying and talking. I made Tusk promise a million more times not to tell anyone. He wasn't happy, but agreed. I'm not sure how long that will last though. The look of revenge in Tusk's eyes was clear. He was at war with himself. His need to protect his woman and her child, fighting with the promise he made to me.
I can't stop picturing that look in his eyes. It ignited something in me. The same revenge he was feeling. And I couldn't stop thinking about how I had all the perfect tools at my disposal.
The club would help me. At least, I think they would. They would be my b
