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“Revenge mission?” Rage asks.
“No, I’m going to meet my fucking twenty- year-old daughter,” I tell him. I can’t believe that fuckin’ slut Luanne kept the knowledge of me having a kid from me. I would have taken her in, I would have taken care of her. I might be an asshole, but I take care of what’s mine.
When I find Luanne, she’ll be begging me to kill her.
I walk out and get on my bike, leaving behind my brothers’ stunned expressions at what I just shared with them.
Chapter 20
Tori
Ihaven’t moved from my spot after Carson left. I was scared. About twenty minutes after he left, Megan came in, glaring at me.
“Hangman is at the club. He’s kicked everyone out, only the men could stay. I’m here as your maid, so what can I do?” she demands, sneering at me. “Any chance you can tell me what you did this time to have Hangman go postal at the clubhouse tonight to kick everyone out?”
“He found out about Trevor,” I tell her.
Megan rolls her eyes. “Bullshit, everyone knows about Trevor, how he was your great love, your best friend. The man you were gonna marry. Tell me something new. No bullshit lies.”
“He’s not dead. And I’m pregnant with his baby,” I whisper.
Her head rears back in shock, and she looks pained, almost as if I slapped her. “I don’t ... I don’t believe you.”
I look at her, and see the same grey blue eyes that Trevor has. Megan was young when she had Trevor. Only fourteen years old, and when Trevor died, I wasn’t the only person who fell apart. From what I know, Snake, Carson and Trevor’s father, had a thing for young women, and Megan was one of them. When she was eighteen, she was given to Rage as a gift. I never understood why she stayed, why she seemed okay with this way of life. I thought that once Trevor passed away, she would run, get away from this, but she didn’t. She became bitter, harder.
“My son. He’s…” she sinks to the floor, burying her face in her hands, sobbing. “You’re lying, you have to be lying.” She shakes her head back and forth. The pain on her face is unbearable. I should let her wallow in her confusion and hurt, but no one deserves the pain she is in. Not even a mean bitch like her.
I quietly move out of the bedroom while she’s sobbing on the floor and grab my cell, calling Dillon. “What the fuck you want you, cunt?” he growls as he answers.
“It’s Megan, she’s … upset,” I finish lamely.
“Be there in five.” He hangs up and I go back to the room.
Megan is still sobbing on the floor and I kneel next to her, putting my arms around her shoulders. She grabs me and hugs me tightly in response. “I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been treating you, you didn’t deserve any of it. I’m such a terrible person.” She cries into my shoulder.
“I forgive you, Megan, and I want to apologize for moving onto Trevor’s brother after his death. I never should have done it, but I can’t take it back now. All I can hope for is that Carson finally lets me go for good and I can get my man back.” I pull away from her slightly “Do you want to see a picture of him?”
She nods. “Please.”
I grab my phone and scroll to pictures of the two of us together. And show her. “This is Trevor now.”
She grabs my phone out of my hand, and cries even harder. “That’s my boy, my baby.” Suddenly she gets up and runs to the bathroom, and I hear her getting sick.
**
Fifteen minutes later, I hear the front door open and steps running up the stairs, I go to the doorway and motion for Rage, letting him know Megan is in here with me. I follow him to the bathroom where she’s getting sick, he looks her over, and for a moment, he doesn’t look so damn scary, almost as if he actually has feelings inside him.
“Thanks,” he mutters as he passes me and picks up Megan from the floor by the toilet.
“Oh, Dillon, my son, he’s alive,” she sobs into his neck.
“Yeah, babe, I heard.” His eyes burn into mine as he speaks. “Hangman will be home soon.” The way he carried Megan out of the bathroom makes me wonder if deep down Rage really does have a heart after all.
I nod and look away. I hear the front door close and I sit down on the bed, praying like hell Carson doesn’t hurt me even more when he comes back. Maybe I should have slowly gone into it all, not just give him everything at once.
My stomach feels queasy, so I make a bowl of soup. I’m half way done with it when Carson stalks in. my stomach clenches and my heart races, preparing me for the worst.
“Can we talk?”
