Cannon (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 5) by Lane Hart (simple ebook reader txt) 📕

Bullshit.

But since there’s nothing else we can do, we go home.

Or at least to Cannon’s home.

It’s sort of ironic how Cannon just told me a few days ago that he wanted to put some space between us. I don’t think getting locked up was what he had in mind, but it is one way to make sure we don’t fool around again. I still don’t understand his motives. I can admit that he was right – I needed to concentrate on the campaign. Now, I also have to figure out how to get him and Conrad out of jail.

Hannah is waiting up in the living room in the dark, still binge-watching romantic comedies to try and cheer herself up. It’s where she’s been the past four days since Conrad was arrested, other than the few minutes she got to see him on Wednesday, and I haven’t seen her smile or laugh even once. At first, I wanted to try and get her out of the house. But now, with Cannon locked up, I know how she’s feeling; and I’m losing the motivation to do anything but crash on the sofa beside her once I get a quick shower to wash off the sweat and the police station, then put on my pajamas.

“Where’s Cannon?” Hannah looks over and asks as she huddles under a blanket, her blonde hair pulled up in a high, messy ponytail.

“I guess you could say that he’s visiting Conrad. Except, he doesn’t have to worry about visiting hours ending…”

“What do you mean?”

I lean my elbow on the back of the sofa to hold my head up. “He’s in jail.”

“Cannon’s at the jail?”

“No, he’s in jail, as in he was arrested.”

Hannah gasps and her mouth falls open.

“You didn’t watch the debate, did you?”

Hannah winces and says, “No. Sorry. I forgot.”

“It’s fine,” I tell her. “But if you had watched, you would’ve seen your father call me a whore and a bitch before Cannon knocked him out.”

“Oh. My. God.” She reaches for her phone, and then her fingers are moving as fast as lightning. “Found it!” I assume she means the video on YouTube or somewhere online, because I suddenly hear Bailey’s voice repeating the same insults and then silence. “That was amazing!” she says when she looks up at me. Then she puts her bottom lip out. “But I hate that Cannon got arrested.”

“Me too.”

“That son of a bitch deserves to be in jail, not the twins!”

“I agree,” I say with a sigh.

“No, Madison, you have no idea the things he’s done…” she trails off then adds. “I know he nearly had you killed, but what he did to me when I was sixteen…”

From the glow of the television, I watch her eyes water and know it’s something horrible. “You don’t have to tell me,” I tell her softly.

She shakes her head and says, “I want to tell you. It’s the reason why Conrad kicked his ass and why he’s in jail now.”

Hannah dabs at her eyes with her blanket and then steels her spine when she looks at me again. “When I was sixteen, I got pregnant. It was unexpected, of course. I wasn’t planning to be a teen mom, but it happened; and my boyfriend at the time was supportive of my decision to keep it. My parents were too, or at least I thought they were. But my dad…well, he took me to see a doctor, and that doctor prescribed some pills that my dad told me were for morning sickness, so I wouldn’t miss any more school. The puking was so bad,” she says with a shake of her head. “But that’s not what the pills were really for. They were abortion pills. By the time I started bleeding, it was too late. I had lost the baby.”

“Oh, god, Hannah. I’m so sorry,” I say when I reach over and give her hand a squeeze. “I can’t believe your father did that to you!” I always thought my parents were awful for neglecting me, but at least they never murdered my unborn child.

“I was devastated and angry,” Hannah explains. “They sent me away for school and then college. I didn’t see my family for four years. And now that I’m back, well, he won’t let me see my little sister.”

“God, I hate that asshole more and more,” I mutter. “He thinks he can get away with anything; and, as shitty as that is, I’m starting to believe he may be right.”

“Everyone in this city does whatever he wants. I don’t know why, but they do,” Hannah says as she wipes away more tears. “God, I’m craving a drink.”

“No, Hannah…” I start, but she holds up a hand.

“I won’t drink. Not while I’m pregnant,” she promises. “I just really, really want to, and I hate it.”

I hate seeing her so upset and wish Cannon and Conrad were here with us and Bailey was the one suffering in jail… That’s when a thought suddenly occurs to me. Jeez, and I know it’s not a great time to ask her about such a traumatic event, but I have to. “Did he take you to a doctor in town?”

“What?” Hannah asks, blinking her puffy and red eyes at me like that’s the last question she expected.

“I know it’s probably not something you want to talk about, but I have a good reason for asking. Did your father take you to see a doctor in town or somewhere else when you were pregnant?”

“It wasn’t in town. At the time I didn’t realize it, but now I know that he took me up to see a doctor in North Carolina because he didn’t want anyone around here to find out I was pregnant.”

“That may be exactly what we need to go after the fat bastard!” I exclaim, bouncing up on my knees.

“What do you mean?” Hannah asks.

“When did this happen? Do you know the exact date?”

“Yes,” she answers as if it’s something she’ll