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When he stands, he faces her, pulls his piece, and points it at her head. Who again seems oblivious to her surroundings. She raises her hand while holding the knife, pointing her finger out at Bull and wagging it at him. She tries to get hold of herself, but the laughing fit doesn’t stop.
“Ok... ok wait… w… wait.” She pulls in a deep breath, still giggling, attempting to sober herself. At that moment, she realizes shit’s bad when she looks around and sees all the guns pointed at her and the three from the SUV. She stood to her full height, making eye contact with everyone around her and stopping at me. Her eyes still were not showing fear or concern for the potential outcome of this situation.
She still tries to hold her laughter in, pulling her bottom and top lips into her mouth. I can see the amusement in her eyes. Finally, she releases her lips and bites down on her bottom one, trying to stifle her laughter. What in the fuck is so funny? Who knows? Once she controls herself, she takes a deep breath and speaks.
“Ok, listen, Pain, the plan was to come here, do a little people-watching, and maybe talk to the sperm donor...” She waves a hand in my direction, which shocks the shit out of me. There are a few gasps, and I can feel eyes burning into the side of my face, all of which I ignore.
“And be on my way...” she giggles again. “I… didn’t plan for this.” She waves her hand around.
Fucking hell.
Although I should focus on the heavily armed trio in my parking lot, my brain isn’t having it. What it is doing and focusing on is what she said. My brows knit together as I look at her. Really fucking look at her, taking in every feature of her face. Realization slowly creeps in, and before I can say something, a man from the SUV speaks,
“Wait, wait, wait. That's him? Shit, Bellamy Dianne Church-Petrov, you could have called, emailed, fuck, you could have sent a damn carrier pigeon for all I fucking care. What you didn’t have to do was be a Billy Badass and come here alone. You lying little shit, you told us you were going to bed. For fuck's sake, you know he will kick your little ass for this, right?” he says, pushing his hand through his hair.
When she shrugs at him, he takes a deep breath, exasperated by her antics. I don’t blame him. The girl is nuts and doesn’t know how to read the damn room or, in this case, the parking lot. I feel he has to do that a lot with this chick. But wait, did he say her last name was Church-Petrov? As in the Petrov Bratva.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck.
This is bad. Like, if I’m right, shit could really get ugly.
“Yeah, I know who they are, and you know who I am. I always have a plan.” She sighs. “And who says I'm alone? You know he never lets me out of his sight. No matter how sneaky I think I’m being. The fucker has Bellamy-dar of some crazy shit. We all know he likes to play and act like he doesn’t know every move I make, but we know that’s a damn lie.” she says with a shrug. She looks at me and sighs an overly dramatic sigh while making a show of putting her weapons away.
When she takes a few steps in my direction, my brothers stiffen. I wave them off. Once she gets to me, she puts her hand out. She is calm as a cucumber with a broad smile on her face.
“Hi, I'm Bellamy Dianne Church-Petrov, your bastard daughter...” She waves her hand in a circle and curtseys. The little shit curtseys, as if her confirmation hadn’t floored me. “My twin brother is around here somewhere. Although… I don't think he wants to meet you. That’s a lie. I know… he doesn’t. You aren't his favorite person in the world. I believe his words were, That fucker can rot in the deepest depths of hell before I would ever want anything to do with him.” She raises her brow at me with a hint of mischief in her eyes and a playful smirk on her lips. “You get the point. I don’t think I could make that any clearer. But don’t take it personally. The kid is a mama's boy.” At that, I hear a phone ring with what I believe is the song Take Me to Church by a guy called Hozier.
She takes a small step back from me, taking the hand she held out for me to shake with her. I’m so damn shocked by her words, and I don’t move, just stand there like a fucking idiot watching her. She sighs softly to herself, pulls her phone out of her back pocket, holds a finger up, and answers it. This girl is something the fuck else. Then, without even saying hello, she speaks. I catch very little of the beginning of the conversation until her voice raises slightly.
“I know you heard me. Stop being so sensitive…” She listens, bobs her head a few times, and lets out a few sounds of agreement. “You are a mama's boy.” She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “First, little brother, you are twelve minutes younger, so I reserve the right as your big sister to call you kid.” She sighs. “Whatever you say, little brother… Yep, I got it handled. Nope, he seems… interesting.” She looks over at me with curious eyes and then winks. “Also, why are you fuckers so big? He… What the fuck ever. Yes… yes… Ok, bye.” She sighs again and ends the call.
“I’m relaying this message only because my brother is throwing a fit. Don’t take it personally, big brother…” She looks at Bull. “Blaze said, and I quote, if you ever put your hands on my sister again, blood or not, I’ll rip them off with my bare hands and feed them to you.” She snarls and grunts while saying it in a deep, mocking voice, and we all stare wide-eyed at her. Oh, this kid is abso-fucking-lutely crazy.
Well, shit.
She looks at us both and smiles. “Again, I’m not the one that said it. It was him. He gets, uh… umm, a little protective. You know how brothers get?” She shrugs as if it's just an ordinary Tuesday, as if her brother, my other son, didn’t just threaten dismemberment.
And then what has been said over the last five minutes slams into me like a fucking Mack truck.
“FUCK.”
Six
GUNNER
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The realization while taking her in is shocking. She looks just like her mother. She has the same round cheeks and the same big, beautiful, expressive, but guarded eyes. Lips and nose that highlight her family's heritage. I used to tell Savvy she looked like a doll because of her gorgeous round face, big eyes, button nose, and flawless skin. I chuckle lightly at the memory of Savvy, telling me with a smile on her face that I should get used to her looking so good because, “Black don’t crack.”
Well, damn.
As much of a motherfucker as it makes me, I tried to put her out of my mind. I thought I was doing the right thing. There was so much at play back then. The decisions I made is my greatest shame and biggest regret. I loved the fuck out of Savvy. And she was the one I wanted and couldn’t have, the one that got away. I sigh, shaking my head. Because Savvy didn’t get away, I shoved her out of my life.
Back then, I had no choice but to make hard and fast decisions that would affect my life in the long term, and I’m not sure if that is a good or bad thing. It’s good because this is an opportunity to get to know my kid, and bad because it’s obvious they aren’t receptive, which begs the question. Why is she here? And why now? My expression must show my warring emotions, because the look on Bellamy’s face is filled with amusement.
“Real quick, real fast, listen…” she chuckles, amusement shining in her eyes. “... the thing is, this isn't how this was supposed to go down. Junior here got a little too grabby, which made me a little gunny and stabby. So technically, it’s his fault, not mine.” She shrugs and waves her hand.
The action causes some brothers to react. They’ve seen she can handle herself, so they’re on edge. Any quick movement has them ready to pounce. I raise my hand to stop them from making moves. She looks around and chuckles.
