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Ignoring the men, I walked right over to the kitchen, where I saw a fresh pot of coffee and a mug sitting on the counter. None of the men said a damn word to me, and I was grateful.
Like my husband, I too was not a morning person. In fact, I wasn’t even an afternoon person most days. After doctoring my coffee just the way I liked it, I leaned against the counter and took a drink. Holding the hot cup with both hands, I tried unsuccessfully to keep my eyes open. I was so fucking tired thanks to Caleb and our weekend fuckfest, I felt like I could sleepfor days. Instead of doing just that, Montana and his fucking club brothers had to come and ruin my post-orgasmic bubble.
I knew the weekend couldn’t last forever, but fuck me, they could have at least waited until the sun came up before they descended en masse.
“So, what brings you assholes to my home at the ass crack of dawn? Not Tess. She’s welcome anytime,” I muttered, walking over to Caleb, who looked hesitant as Montana stared at me funny.
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the fucker. I wasn’t in the mood for any of his comments or jibes. Fucker knew better than to mess with me this early in the morning.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I snarked.
Caleb pulled me down onto his lap and whispered, “Baby, this is serious.”
“Largo,” Tessa began, looking at Montana, who simply nodded. His eyes raked over my entire body, meticulously observing every detail from head to toe. His persistent and unsettling gaze made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. I didn’t know what his problem was, but he had better figure it out fast before I dumped my hot coffee over his head. “You know that Bane runs the medical room at the club.”
“Yeah. He does physicals, bloodwork, patches brothers up, etc.,” I groaned, then stiffened, thinking that’s why everyone was here. “I don’t have to do another physical, do I? Because I refuse. The club has poked and prodded me enough.”
“No,” Tessa quickly replied, shaking her head. “You know Montana asked me to cover for Bane until he returns, right?”
I nodded, taking a large swallow of my coffee.
“Well, Bane’s been waiting on some blood work regarding you.”
“That’s right. My paternity, DNA stuff. Did it finally come back?”
Tessa gulped and quickly looked at Montana, who replied, “Yeah, sweetheart. It did.”
“So why the shocked and dumfounded looks? Am I related to a serial killer or something?”
“Not necessarily,” Tessa quipped as she continued, “Bane keeps meticulous records on every member, even the wives and children. That’s how he was able to discover the connection and paternity between my mom and Snoopy. Because your original bloodwork came back inconclusive, Bane requested a more extensive test. It came back yesterday, and well, you matched.”
“That’s great. So, what are my parents’ real names?”
Tessa gulped. “Your mom’s real name was Loraine Delgato. From what we know so far, she was the secretary to Stefano Romano before she married your dad.”
“And my dad?”
Tessa looked down at her fingers and shook her head as Montana reached for her hand. The brothers shifted and looked elsewhere as Montana looked me dead in the eye and spoke, “Your biological father is George Stone. You are my half-sister.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you correctly. Did you say George Stone?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mercy
This was a clusterfuck.
The clubhouse was in uproar.
Largo was losing her shit.
Montana was threatening sanctions.
George was demanding a retest, and Virginia was eerily silent.
After Montana dropped the paternity bomb, my wife said absolutely nothing. She quietly removed herself from my lap and walked back into our bedroom. We all heard her gently close the door. However, what came next was anything but quiet. If the colorful curses, screams, and glass shattering were indicative of her feelings at being related to Montana Stone, then we were all in trouble.
To make matters worse, the Stone Trust Gala was coming up, and while Largo was originally spearheading the event, she flat-out refused to lift another finger to help, which pissed off Virginia, who then blamed George for everything. Montana was under lock and key while he ripped and tore his office apart, with Malice and Payne guarding the door, because the irate fucker had already tried twice to beat his father to death. In the end, I had to push for a vote to lockdown our president until the club could get to the bottom of this mess.
