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His words have my hackles rise. I'm fucking tired of him treating me like I'm not the kid whose ass he should be kissing. Oh, but he isn’t done. Of course, he isn’t. I let out a resigned sigh and waited.
“You don't have any right; you don't get to come in here, dump this shit on me and my club and treat my kids like shit...”
I've fucking had. Taz must know it, too, because he grabs me by my shoulder to stop me from getting in Prez’s face. I shrug him off and charge toward the desk, ignoring my brothers, who stand straighter. My hands are now braced on the desk, which separates Gunner and me. I may be smaller than him, but I’ll be damned if I let him intimidate me or diminish the relationship he and my mother had. He is the one who got her pregnant and tossed her away. On no motherfucking planet was that unfortunate. Fuck that. That was some selfish pussy shit. I stare at him dead in his eyes with all the fury I have tried to hold in.
“You motherfucker! I have no right?! I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT. MY MOTHER, YOU KNOW, THE ONE YOU THREW OUT PREGNANT. TASKED ME AND MY TEAM TO COME HERE AND PROTECT YOUR BITCH OF A DAUGHTER AND MAKE SURE YOUR FUCKING CLUB IS UP TO SNUFF SO THAT THE ROSSI FAMILY DOESN'T GET TO HER SPOILED ASS AND KILL ALL YOUR UNGRATEFUL LOW-RENT ASSES, MOTHERFUCKER.” My body vibrates with fury as I glare at him.
My breathing is hard. My vision goes red. I’m seconds away from walking away for good if this motherfucker doesn’t check his fucking self. Fuck. Taking a breath, I looked down. I know I can’t walk away. I have to follow through. For my mother. Fuck. Fuckity, fuck, fuck.
My lips twist into a cruel smile as I glare at my sperm donor. “How fucking unfortunate would it be to see you and your club and your oh-so-precious daughter pay for your piss poor decision, Prez?” We stare at one another with so much hurt and anger. I continue to ignore everyone else in the room before Gunner can respond.
The door slams open behind me, and Blaze, Pain, Rocket, and Sin barrel into the room. All of them are fucking pissed. Blaze's eyes catch mine, and I can guaran-damn-tee he is beyond ready to pack it in. His eyes don’t waver from mine, but I know. I know he is holding in everything that he wants to say. There is no love lost. He could give two shits about anyone in this room that isn’t our team or me. I see when he wants to say something, but I hold my hand. Pain, Rocket, and Sin stand at the back of the room near the door like sentinels, eyes blank but their postures clearly showing they will do what needs to be done at my word, whatever that may be.
I shake my head, and Blaze's eyes narrow on mine. I turn back to Gunner, who is staring at my brother with wide eyes, no doubt seeing the family resemblance. Of course, Blaze hasn’t and won’t acknowledge him. Gunner’s brows pull together as he takes in the son he never knew until, and I see the sadness at the fact that Blaze is ignoring him.
“After everything you’ve heard and what you did to my mother? I just...” I sigh. “I expected more from you, but I guess it all makes sense now… all of it.” I sigh, running my hand over my face.
“What do you mean?” Bull asks from his corner of the room.
My statement seems confusing because they don't know everything I do. Not even Blaze knows what I know. It sucks that he'll have to learn about it this way. But that can’t be helped. I don’t outwardly acknowledge his question but answer him as I stare at Gunner.
“What he said to my mother, what he did to her on that last day... they saw each other. The day he broke her heart. It caused a chain of events that affected her choices for her life and ours. She allowed the darkness she held at bay for years to consume her because of what he said to her.” Staring at Gunner, whose intense stare wavers. “You proved that the life she yearned for, the life she wanted with you, was a joke.” I let out a humorless laugh.
“What is she talking about, Pop? What did you say to her mother?” Vex asked our father.
Prez looks at me, begging me to let it go, not to damage how his kids see him. But it's way too late for that shit. He opened this can of worms with his callous words and attitude. His stupid cunt of a daughter had to throw a fit and start shit with me. Leading to yet another shit show. There isn't any taking it back now. He's shown his true colors, so I might as well put all the cards on the table.
Yeah, I could walk. I could let it go. Take his shit attitude towards me with a grain of salt. But I won't. He and his bitch daughter need to take it down a notch and be put in their fucking place. Blood or not, you don't disrespect me or my fucking mother. So, it's too damn late to rain me in. He thinks he can order me around and treat me and mine like shit. He was wrong. Dead fucking wrong.
Time for the sperm donor to pay the piper.
Seventeen
BELLAMY
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My sperm donor opened up the floodgates. Let's be clear–not the gates to my tears. Oh no, he opened the gates to my wrath.
Look over at his kids, my family, my brother’s, and her. I gear up to tell the story that my mother sugar-coated the shit out of when she told Blaze and me. After some prodding, because shit wasn’t adding up, she told me everything. She did not want Blaze to know what I was about to share. She knows my brother as I do and knows he can hold a mean grudge. This will put the nail all the fuck the way in the coffin. And that is not what my mother wanted.
I stare Gunner in the eye when I speak.
“Sorry, sweetheart, you weren't built for this life. You’re weak. A man like me can't have a weak woman. The MC is my life and always will be…” My eyes close before taking a breath and reopening them. I take a breath. This part is what will have Blaze losing his shit. “You can get rid of that bastard. I don’t want it or you. Sorry, the time we spent fucking meant more to you than to me. You might as well get gone and don’t come back.” My voice is void of emotion. I can’t let emotion rule me, not here, not now.
My eyes are still on his tortured ones. “You walked away, never looking back. You left my mother alone and pregnant. You do not know the hell she had to crawl out of to fix what you broke.” We stare at one another, neither of us moving. But so much is being said in our silence.
Blaze explodes. “You motherfucker, I knew it. I always felt like something was off when she talked about you. She never… Her smile never reached her eyes. You are a fucking piece of shit. To say shit like that… to her. To. Fucking. Her. Our mother is the most amazing, strongest, fiercest woman I’ve ever known. You should have felt honored to have ever been in her fucking presence. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FOR TREATING HER LIKE THAT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.” Blaze bellows. I wish I could say I didn’t see it coming, but I knew. Damn it.
Blaze's threatening steps toward Gunner have all the fury in me fade. I can’t let that happen. Blaze is angry. There is no telling how far he will go. My brother, usually level-headed, is unreasonable regarding anything to do with me or our mother. Blaze overloaded is a bull in a China shop, ready to destroy everything without fear of consequence. His anger can get the best of him. His rage is unwarranted, but we have bigger fish to fry and issues to handle beyond our family drama.
We have their family drama.
I turn to face my brother, who is at my back. My hand goes to his cheek. “Brother, I get it. I do. You have every right to be angry at and hate him. But I need you to calm your shit. Our mother…” I sigh. “Lord, love her, has her reasons for… this.” I sweep my hand around the room, keeping one on his cheek. “We have a job, and we need to do it. Don't let your anger blind you to what our goal is. But we need to do this for her.”
Blaze looks down at me, and I see him fighting to calm himself. I know how hard this is for him. I'm not too fond of the situation myself, but it's all necessary.
Gunner breaks our moment. Causing Blaze to tense.
