Page 50 of Whip’s Wisdom

“Oh I’m sure, this looks like a fucking party.”

Travis and his buddies walk over to a table they have placed close by and from the looks of it have loads of nice torture items over there. Who would’ve thought that this would be the way I go, tortured by my big brother. All for what? Cause I didn’t share the same daddy. My question is why would the Bellacane family care at all about some petty sibling bullshit. All I know is I’m sure something on my body is broken and I’ve got road rash as well. I have no idea if anyone is looking for me.

“Alright little brother, we’ve got some questions for you. The Bellacone family would like some information and I volunteered you to be the guy we get it from. It works since you know, you’re living at two different clubs both of which work in some way shape or form with Moretti. Plus, I think you’ll be the easiest to crack, you know you were always such a little bitch growing up.”

The Italians in the room chuckled, of course they did. They all seem to think they will break me, but honestly I’m not going to give up anything on my brothers no matter what they fucking do to me.

“We are going to each take turns with all our favorite toys over here and then if those don’t seem to get you to chat, we are probably going to start shooting body parts until we get to the parts that will kill you. My buddies over here like knives. So I think he’ll start. Maybe you can start by telling us a little bit about what your club does for the Moretti’s and where we can find their warehouse and supplies.”

The guy that he was talking about comes over towards the chair I’m in and when I don’t answer stabs me in the thigh. I don’t think he liked that I didn’t scream out in pain.

“You know, I’m not into this kind of play, boys. Usually I like a pretty lady to be involved.”

That earned me another punch to the face and I only hoped that someone noticed I didn’t make it to Untamed or wasn’t at the Chaos clubhouse.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Devil

Chains and I have been sitting at this lab for a couple of hours now, but it feels like fucking forever. I hate that I’m here in this situation. Not because I hate the fact that it is possible for Whip to be my kid, but that it’s possible another bitch didn’t tell me about another one of my kids. Whip’s twenty nine years old and he in no way needs any help growing up so I missed everything. I mean shit, I had seen him around the clubhouse since Thorn started bringing him home, but that’s not the same as having him be a part of your family. I already hate the fact that I didn’t get to see Rage grow until he was eight years old after his bitch of a mother died.

I know I am the one to blame for these situations because I fucked these bitches, but you would think they would have some sense of decency to tell the father of their baby about them. So I’m angry, angry that I’m here again and angry because I think I might be this boy's father. He’s built like me, the hair color is me, the only difference is the eye color. The fact that I never paid attention to that before is crazy. So I am sitting here and hoping that we get this done soon so I can call him with the news and figure shit out.

“So what do you think, brother?” Chains asks me after a long silence.

“Honestly, I don’t know Chains. I think it is possible he could be mine. I talked a little to Bulldog last night and I think if this boy is mine then I’m hunting his mama down and killing him from what Bulldog told me last night. And what he shared he told me wasn’t even all of it because Whip never opens up to anybody about his childhood. What are you thinking?”

“Again, I don’t know. I feel like if he looks like anyone it is more you than me. But I’m not going to rule it out. There are some similarities. I’ve heard he hasn’t had a good upbringing and honestly, the mother is one big bitch for keeping him in an environment that he was not wanted. He should’ve been given to the club.”

I nod my head and begin to open my mouth when the doors open. Our guy comes out and looks around spotting us. He heads over and shakes our hands.

“So we looked at all three DNA samples and did comparisons. Tyler, he is yours. You are his father.”

Chains claps me on the back and I look at him before looking back at our lab guy.

“Thank you for rushing this. We really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome and congratulations on being a daddy again. I’m sorry that you just now found out. He seems like a good man though.”

“He is.”

With that Chains and I head out to our bikes.

“I’ve got to call Whip and Liz.”

“Yeah, probably wise to let the ol’ lady know I am not the father. She was definitely really shocked last night when I got the call. But she loves Whip, so she would’ve been alright with it no matter what he’s already family. How’s Liz taking it?”

“I really didn’t get time to talk to Liz about it. I know I should’ve, but when I got the call last night she was in bed. Then this morning with everything with the kids this morning she was busy. So I figured I’d tell her once I knew everything.”

“Well good luck with that.” He chuckles.

Yeah, I think she’ll be fine with it. She loves Whip as is right now. It will just be adding another boy to the mix. So before I head out I decide to make the two phone call I need to and probably a text to my two oldest boys.

Me: Call me when you get this. Or come by the house tonight.

I then dial Whip’s number and after four rings it goes to voicemail. I know he should be at Briarfield by now so it is weird he didn’t answer me when he’s expecting a call from me. I have a very uneasy feeling so I pull up Peyton’s number. I know she’s got classes today, but she might be able to get in touch with someone to see if he made it to the clubhouse.

“Hello?”