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“Brother, we are here to stay. What is yours is ours…” Psyko says, his arms spreading wide. One of his eyes are pure white from being shot when he was a kid. Psyko, from what I’ve heard, is one of the loyal brothers we have in the MC.
“Hear, hear,” they all sound out around the table.
“Brother,” Royce murmurs, staring at me from over his glass. “Continue.”
“My old lady’s old man isn’t who we thought he was. Not her old man. Was cooking her up all along for me to send her back to Skully—who happens to be her biological father.” I lean back in my chair, flicking my unlit cigar between my fingers. “There’s something I’m missing.” I rack my brain for the missing pieces.
“I don’t know.” Khaos lights his cigarette, bringing it to his lips. “I think it’s pretty fucking black and white, brother.” He flicks the ash. “Skully sent you in, got you to whack off your fake parents, which he knew were part of the Bratva, and Mik’s parents, which would draw attention to Victor who killed yours, which gave him a reason to bring home two stray cats, and the wife and Ruby wouldn’t think anything of it. That way you could do your mission and gain Ruby’s trust enough to take her without it being a display that would hit the headlines of every fucking news agency. Old man Victor found out about you being of Sicilian blood, and after your initiation, found out about Mikhail being after him for the parents thing and the set-up from Skully so faked his death for a couple years.”
“But that’s the thing.” I roll the fat trunk of my cigar between my fingers. “Why would he kill Pearl? Even his last words to Ruby were that he loved her mother.”
“Fuck. Probably should have got that out of him before we sent him off to the butcher, huh?” Felon jokes, smirking at me from the end of the table.
“Nah, he wouldn’t have told us shit…” Royce plays with the Zippo in his hand. “Wicked is right. Something ain’t right. Did Victor even ever find out about her mother if it wasn’t him? Who offed her?”
I shake my head. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Well, we’re in bed with the Bratva now, so whatever needs to be done, we need to make sure we don’t piss them off in the process.” Khaos taps his temple. “What if—now hear me out before you all pop off on me. We hack their system? Anonymous would be in because last I checked, Skully still harmed women and children in The Institution.”
Smart little fucker.
Iknew sleep wasn’t going to be easy tonight, but I expected at least an hour or two. Reaching for my phone, I open a text from an unknown number.
Meet me at the turnoff.You know which one. And come alone. I throw my blanket off my body, sliding out of bed and shuffling on a Wolf Pack hoodie and yoga pants. Wolf snores peacefully, unaware, but I know Wicked is downstairs. Do they have people on the gate when they do church? I guess I’m about to find out.
I type out a reply,This better be important,before calling Betty quickly to tell her I am leaving and to come sleep in our room.
Tiptoeing through the courtyard, I squeeze the handle to my G-Wagon and slide into the driver’s seat. Popping open the compartment drawer, I check the Nine that’s in there and pushit into the band of my yoga pants before starting the car and reversing out of the park, driving forward.
A young man with an unpatched leather cut appears around the corner, squinting his eyes to look into the car.
“Fuck.” I wind the window down, plastering on a fake smile. “Hey! I’ve got to head out and pick something up from the town. Open up.”
He’s young with curly hair and innocence on his face. Poor kid probably has no idea what he’s getting into. “I don’t know… Wicked said no one leaves or enters.”
“Mmhmm… and who am I?” I ask, brows arched.
“Wicked’s old lady?”
“Correct. Open the gate, please.”
He nods, rushing off to the gate and flicking it open. I take no time accelerating and zipping off down the road. There would be no way that Wicked would allow me to leave without him, but this is my business, not his. I have to handle it the way I know how. The way I was raised to handle it. I watch as trees pass by the faster I go. Turning down the familiar roads, I wait until the gates come into view, this time all the lights off. Memories of when I was a kid, and ran safely around the property, being his perfect little girl fill my brain and tears fall down my cheeks as I drive the G-Wagon through the gates. I’m angry that I care. That I’m not as emotionless and heartless as I pretend to be. “Dammit, Mama.”
I park next to his car, opening my door and sliding out.
“I didn’t think you’d come…”
I roll my eyes, slamming the door closed. “Well, I’m strapped, so there is that.”
“I’m wounded that you would think I’d do that to you…” Gio puts his hand on his chest in mock pain. “Hey, cuz, heard what happened.”
I let his arms wrap around my body and sigh into his embrace. “I don’t know what to do, G. I’m a mess. After all this. What am I supposed to do? Just move on and run La Rosa like I need it?”
He hooks his arm around my shoulders and directs me through the front doors. “Well, you’re still a La Rosa, so why not?”
“The wrong one, though,” I grumble, swiping my eyes.
“Look, the elders are inside with a couple of the other outfit members and commissioners.” I stop walking. “Hear me out. You know we have to handle this in-house. As much as Wicked is a descendant and technically a made man, this can’t involve the MC. You know this.” I do. He doesn’t have to explain anymore because I knew that the second Papa—Victor—came clean with everything.
