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He's not going to shut the hell up. I reach for the bottle and get to my feet.
"She's pregnant," I snarl. "That is what happened. She's pregnant and I lost my shit. She's not goin' to want to fuckin' see me again. Wrath, you tell that to another soul, and me and you are goin' to have problems."
He holds up his hands. "Won't say a word, but fuck, brother, what are you gonna do?"
I shake my head. "Nothin'. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I mean, I've already been down this road. I ain't goin' to do it again. No fuckin' way."
He nods, unable to say anything. "I get that, brother, but Ailbhe isn't Pepper. This is a different situation to that. You and I both know that your girl is fucking sweet as hell."
I scrub a hand down my face. "I know, but it still doesn't change the fact that I've been down that road before and I won't be doing it again."
"Alright, brother, I get you. But you need anythin', just let me know."
"Keep an eye on Ailbhe," I ask him. "I need you to do that for me, brother. I need you to ensure that she's safe."
"You don't ever have to ask me that," he promises me. "I'll sort it out. I'll make sure I'm at the club when Ailbhe is and ensure that she's safe."
I nod. "I appreciate that. Thanks, Wrath. But I'm askin' you, don't tell anyone else about this."
I've got my own guilt to deal with. Knowing I've fucked up is a bitter pill to swallow, but there's nothing I can do. I need Wrath's help in keeping Ailbhe safe, but everyone else needs to keep the fuck out of this shit. I can't deal with everyone else knowing. Not right now. I know that if the women find out about what's going on with me and Ailbhe, they'll be all up in Ailbhe's business and she doesn't need that. She's fucking pregnant and she doesn't need to have bullshit on her shoulders.
I take my bottle and move toward my room. Tonight, I'm going to drown my fucking guilt in this bottle of whiskey and enjoy every fucking sip of it. I'll finally have a good night's sleep without having dreams. I'll drink until I pass the fuck out.
* * *
“Yo, Preach,” I hear Mayhem call out, his voice filled with anger. That's not something new. The guy's always pissed about something, but there's an added edge to it now and I'm not sure what the fuck is going on.
I look up at him and see the rage bubbling in his eyes. “What?”
“You got a minute? Need to talk to you, brother,” May says, his eyes focused solely on me.
A tingling sensation makes it along my spine. Right now, I'm not in the mood for whatever bullshit this is about.
“Brother, whatever you’ve got to say, you can say now. We’re celebratin’," I tell him. We've found out that Serenity and Shadow are having a girl.
May shakes his head. “Trust me, Preach, this needs to be said in private.”
“How about you say whatever it is now, May?” Ace says, a little unease in his voice.
The prez has spoken, and May grinds his teeth. “Fuck, I wanted to do this in private,” he snarls. “When you were shot, Effie realized that your blood type is O Positive.”
I shrug. I know what my blood type is. “Yeah, what of it?”
“You know that Tyson’s blood type is AB, right?” Mayhem asks.
There are a lot of murmurs going around the clubhouse, a lot of anger too.
“Someone want to tell me what the fuck is goin’ on?” I snarl, pissed at the situation. What the fuck is going on?
“A parent with the blood type O Positive,” May begins, “can’t be the parent of a child with the blood type of AB.”
The room is stunned to silence. I hear the women crying, and I feel my brothers’ anger whipping around the room and clogging the air.
“What the fuck you sayin’, May?” I growl, trying to comprehend what the fuck he's just said.
“I’m sorry, brother, but there’s no possible way that Tyson is yours biologically.”
Pain lances through my heart at his word. I'm finding it hard to breathe. What the fuck? Everything starts to make sense, and the words Pepper used to say ring in my ears.
