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Sammy muttered a curse.
Cyrus’s jaw clenched. “We tried but he wouldn’t let us. He asked us to take care of you.”
“Well it seems to me that you should have been keeping me and my daughter safe and that hasn’t happened. She’s missing. Remember?” I regretted it as soon as I said it.
Cyrus flinched. “That’s not fucking fair.”
“I know.” I shook my head. “I know. I’m sorry. He didn’t even say goodbye. He just left. What if I don’t see him again? What if something happens and he’s taken from me? What if he just gives up on us? What if…” A sob broke free, tears finally filling my eyes. “What if he leaves me because he can’t handle it?” I dropped my head in my hands, covering my face and letting the cries wrack through my body. All of the emotions weighed heavily on my shoulders, making them shake and tremble.
The bed dipped in front of me and I could only assume that it was Cyrus. He was the hugger between the two of them. Sammy not so much. He didn’t like being touched. It made me wonder why when he’d had a damn good childhood. Both of them did. Even though they lost their parents and I could appreciate the pain and anguish they had felt and still felt, it made me wonder if something else had happened.
“You have no reason to apologize.” That was Cyrus.
I looked up, being met by his dark eyes. Sammy still stood by the window, puffing on his smoke. His jaw clenched and unclenched but he wouldn’t meet my gaze. He was probably as pissed as I was.
“Did he say when he would be back?” I asked softly.
“He’ll be back when he has your daughter in his arms, Piper. He couldn’t wait anymore. His contact told him where she was, and he went after her.” Cyrus stood and began pacing. “I’ve always known something was shady about the mayor, but I never knew what. We tried proving that he was operating an underage strip club but couldn’t pin anything on the bastard.”
Sammy only grunted.
“What about Greyson? What about the other guys? Do they know that Jaron went off by himself?” None of this made sense. No bike club would let someone fight a battle by themselves. They were like a brotherhood. I had seen that over the years with my mom and her sisters from the King’s Harlots. I had seen that with Shadow’s club. They must know that Jaron left.
Cyrus stopped pacing, his dark eyes locking with mine. “We were asked to keep this to ourselves.”
Sammy muttered another curse, slamming the window shut. “Why the fuck are we even listening to him? He’s been selfish this whole time and we haven’t seen…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“But it does matter.” I slid out of bed and went to the door. “You two can come with me if you want but I will tell Greyson that his son left.” I lifted my hand when Cyrus and Sammy both took steps toward me. “Try and stop me and I will tell him that it was your idea for Jaron to leave.” I left the room, not waiting for them to respond. Knowing they would follow, I went to the one source who I knew could find Jaron and bring him and our daughter home.
Before it was too late.
Jaron
When I was a boy,I spent most of my time going through the motions. I was searching for something, but I didn’t know what. It could have been anything really. A new hobby. A new class at school. Maybe even a new friend. I had grown up around the same people. Saw them day in and day out. We spent so much time together, we would fight for no apparent reason. It drove my mom crazy and my dad and the rest of the guys would only laugh and shrug it off.Boys will be boys, they always said.
Sammy and Cyrus were the brothers I never had. They were older than me and I looked up to them with so much damn respect, I always felt guilty that I had both of my parents when they had neither of theirs.
They never said anything about it, but I could sense the longing. Although my dad took them under his wing, as did the other guys in the club, it wasn’t the same. I knew that. They knew that, even though they would deny it if asked.
It wasn’t fair. They didn’t have their dad to teach them how to throw their first ball or give them tips for their first date. They didn’t have a father who would tell them to man up and stop being a pussy when it came to the women they secretly loved. I wasn’t sure if there was anyone in Cyrus’s life, but I knew there was someone in Sammy’s. He had become grumpier over the past few months. I found that I couldn’t wait to meet her, knowing that no other woman had ever caused him to react this way.
While the twins had my dad, Tray, Catch, and a few of the other guys within the club, I knew it wasn’t the same.
I had never been jealous of their closeness with my dad, knowing what they had been through as children. Luckily for me, I didn’t remember any of it as I was just a newborn when Butcher and Trixie died. But I could feel the pain. The walls of the clubhouse wept with silent cries as vacant memories of their deaths still resonated in the air.
Sammy never went upstairs or down the hall with the pictures on the walls. Maybe in time he would. Cyrus did and then he fell into a bottle shortly after. It had been the same routine for the past few years.
See the pictures.
Drink a bottle.
Or fuck. A lot.
I tried not to let the guilt consume me, but it was hard not to. Especially when I had my parents, and they didn’t. Although they never lacked in family, there had still been something missing.
Before I left the clubhouse, I made Cyrus and Sammy promise that they would look after Piper and that they wouldn’t follow me. I knew as soon as Piper found out I had left, she would want to come after me. I just prayed that the twins prevented that shit from happening. She was carrying our second baby. I didn’t need anything happening to either of them.
Now that I had a family of my own, I fucked up and took advantage of it. That had been what it felt like anyway.
