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I nod, scared of what’s he’s going to do. That’s not even the worst of it, I have to tell him about the daughter he has too.
“There’s more,” I stutter out.
“How can there be more, huh? What more is there, Vicky!” he growls at me, getting in my face.
“You have a daughter,” I whisper.
His head shoots back, looking at me as if I have a screw loose. “I know I do.” He thinks I’m talking about his little girl that was in my class.
“Her name is Melissa, she’s twenty years-old,” I tell him.
“I would have been eighteen, I don’t have a kid that’s twenty years old,” he declares, crossing his arm.
I pull out my phone and pass it to him once a picture of Melissa and her child opens on the screen. He takes the phone and his face pales.
“What the fuck?” He whispers as the color drains from his face.
“I met her at one of the family things when I was with the Warriors. Her and her sister Corinne had a hard life. Foster homes, abuse, The Warriors saved them. Raised them, took care of them.” I trail off when his head snaps up at me.
“And no one thought to tell me about my daughter all these years?”
“No one knew until I saw that she looked like you,” I whisper.
“Do you know her mother’s name?”
I shake my head. “Luanne something I think it was.”
“That fuckin’ whore,” he grits out. Without another word to me, he stalks off, and I hear the front door slam shut and his bike start up.
Hangman
I got her back, but not really. Finding out my brother is alive, and she’s fucking pregnant, I storm out of the house, hop on my bike and ride to the clubhouse. A party is in full swing as I step through the doors. I immediately go to the stereo and shut it off. The room quiets and everyone looks at me.
“Whores, get out.Now.Brothers, meeting,” I growl. The girls run around the room, grabbing their things, and take off.
I rub my beard and clench my jaw.
“What’s goin’ on, man?” Rage asks.
“I’m giving Vicky the divorce,” I say.
His eyes narrow at me. “We went through all this trouble for months and you’re just giving up now?”
I shake my head. “She’s pregnant.”
He looks at me confused. “I don’t understand. Why give her up now? Shouldn’t you be happy you finally fucked a kid into her?”
“Not mine, you know she hasn’t let me touch her since she’s been back, how the fuck could the kid be mine? It’s Trevor’s. Fuck, he’s alive.”
“You’re shittin’ me,” he growls.
The other brothers come closer, both looking confused and angry.
“He’s been living with the Warriors. Not sure who the fuck we buried that day twelve years ago, but he’s alive. He and Vicky have been together. She’s carrying his child.”
No one says anything.
I look to Rage. “I’m keeping Vicky until the divorce is final, then I’m going to deliver her myself to mybrotherand have a chat with the pussy club.”
