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Steal doesn’t say anything, just listens, and I look at my blood brother, who has gone through the same shit as me, and I say, “Because we all agreed the person who attacked my wife had to be the leader to know she was my old lady, to know where she lived.”
He nods. “Yeah, but then that would mean….” His words trail off with realization.
I finish them, “It would mean I’ve found proof of him attacking my fucking wife, a man who beat his own wife, forcing her into drugs and an eventual overdose, a man who beat the shit outta his kids, putting them in the hospital.”
The brothers curse at the danger my girl is in, all knowing what Acid and I went through growing up.
Steal slowly stands as my body vibrates with anger, and he assesses me closely before stating, “Every brother searches for Aiden; Natalie was obviously trying to protect her husband, proving how much she loves him. Acid, take Piston to the ring; he needs to hit something before he confronts his wife, then forces her to move onto club land. She’s not fucking safe where she is.”
The brothers all nod while Acid grips my arm, murmuring, “Come on, brother, kick the shit outta me.”
I don’t say anything to him, but I allow him to take me to the basement, ignoring everyone on our way, all while Steal's words echo through my mind.
She was trying to fucking protect me….
“Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me it was my father who threatened you, Natalie?” I demand as I storm into Natalie’s home two hours later, a home she fucking shouldn’t be in.
Okay, so hitting my brother didnotease my anger….
She jumps up from the couch, her eyes wide in shock, tears coating her cheeks. “Piston, I-I…” she stutters, and I cut her off and point at her.
“No, I don’t want any fucking excuses. My father, Natalie, my fuckingfatherthreatened you, not once but twice, to get to me, to my club; my father who, by the looks of things, is the fucking leader of The Killers. You have no idea how fucking dangerous he is and how lucky you are to even be alive. So please,pleasefucking tell me why you would keep that a secret, huh, why?” I growl.
He could have fuckingkilledher. She kneed him, for fuck’s sake, and is lucky she got out alive.
I try to pull my anger in, but I just can’t. She’s my wife, my fucking heart, and never mind being forced into a fucking marriage, her trapping me, I could have lost her forever!
Her tears fall, and she brings me to my knees as she sobs, “Because…he hurt me…and I lost our baby….”
I stumble back in shock, my body hitting the wall. She lifts her hand, covering her mouth. My eyes go to the tattoo I never paid much attention to, the date only a few days before she told me about the “false positive.”
Fuck no, please, she didn’t…. Not alone, please….
She shakes her head and admits, “I lied to you, Piston. I lost our baby when he attacked me, and I lied, not wanting to hurt you. I was over nine weeks pregnant when he shoved me against my car. It’s three years to the day I took the test, and I-I….” She sobs. “I’m so sorry I lied, I just didn’t want to hurt you.”
No!
Pain like no other consumes me, and I slide down the wall, my ass hitting the floor. My Diamond cries her heart out.
“Fuck,” I croak, heartbroken, dropping my head. I grip my hair.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she repeats.
My own father killed our baby, and I accused her of being a lying whore who tried to trap me.
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I stand helplessly as Piston slowly slides down the wall, and croaks, “Fuck,” gripping his hair.
Sobs wrack my body, and I cry, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” over and over.
This is why I didn’t want to tell him. He was already skeptical about the baby, believing I could trap him; telling him I miscarried would have made the situation so much worse.
And I was right, because watching him fall apart is the most heartbreaking thing.
“Fuck,” he croaks again, and slowly, I walk over to him. This situation is just proving we’re too toxic to be together, that my past won’t let me handle this kind of heartbreak, I just can’t.