Butcher's POV
I stared at my office door.
Fuck.
Red had walked out without looking at me.
I'd brought her here because she'd been treating the same assholes threatening her and our daughter.
Instead, I'd gotten pissed about some doctor she'd eaten lunch with.
And she'd called me on my bullshit.
You f****d that woman right in front of us!
Us, Butcher! Me and your daughter!
I'd wanted her to understand there wasn't going to be a relationship.
Congratulations, asshole.
She f*****g understood.
A knock sounded.
“Come in.”
Mom stepped inside.
“Everything alright, Mom?”
“That depends. What happened between you and Natalie?”
I sighed.
“Mom—”
“Don't Mom me, sweetheart. I watched that girl walk through the clubhouse looking like someone kicked her puppy.”
I looked away.
“She did
