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She also appeared back in his life under false pretenses, again doing her old man’s bidding. So fucking sue me for the way I feel. I don’t trust her, and I doubt I ever will after what she did. Even if it was to protect her kids. I don’t know how my dad can just get over that.
My thoughts inadvertently return to last night when Sera admitted to me that Angelo was her stepbrother and not her husband, like I had believed all these years.
How did I not know?
Would it have made a difference to the outcome of that night if I had?
My father’s amenable face disappears, and in its place is the President of the DCMC, and at that moment I understand why they voted him in.
“You don’t have to be buddies with her, but you have to get over whatever issues you have with her, because she's not going anywhere. She’s the mother of your sisters and brother.”
Right, my sisters Lily, who’s the twin to Lukas, or Spider, as he prefers to be known, and Ivy, the newest addition, who is now four years old.
Lily I haven’t been able to get to know as well as Spider and Ivy, since she’s been away at college getting an education. Though I had witnessed her badassery firsthand when she shot the motherfucker Jose Ramos years ago, after he’d planted a bomb on the grounds of the clubhouse and almost murdered Sage; my brother Tiny’s woman. But I will defend all my siblings, no matter who their mother is, to my last breath.
I take a deep breath, forced to backtrack. It’s going to take me a long time to trust her completely, but for my father, I’m willing to try.
“I have nothing against Everleigh, but she’s not my mother, and she never will be,” I tell him, just as a throat clears behind us. Standing there is none other than Everleigh herself, and I want to kick myself for my insensitivity when I see the hurt in her eyes, which she quickly covers up.
“Look, Ev, I didn’t mean…” Her hand rises to silence me, a firm, gentle gesture that stops my words mid-sentence.
“It’s fine, Ky. I’m not trying to be your mother, or to replace her. I knew Frankie, not well, since we ran in different circles at school, she was a few years ahead of me. She was very nice and very helpful when I started Briar Creek High. Am I going to deny I wasn’t jealous that she was with your father when I wasn’t, no. I won’t insult your intelligence. It was a tragedy what happened to her, and I’m so sorry I inadvertently, even though I was a kid back then and didn’t know who my dad was, had anything to do with what happened to her.”
My dad wraps a comforting arm around her waist, kissing her softly, and I feel like a douche for the words that spewed out of my mouth.
“You had nothin’ to do with Frankie dyin,’ you hear me?” my father says gruffly, sending me a warning to shut my mouth or else.
The door opening thankfully breaks the awkwardness and I’m saved from answering her, with Lexie, Zoe, and Ella walking in. Behind them was Sera, and I about lose my tongue when I see what she was wearing, some colorful wrap dress, which was covering her from head to toe, the material skimming the abundant curves beneath.
Her rounded hips, hips I’d like to get my hands on all over again as I ram my cock inside her, hearing her cries for more. Her tits,covered in the soft material of the sexy dress, were more than a handful, spilling over in my hands as thoughts of sucking them into my mouth made my cock hard behind the zipper of my jeans.
Her hair curling around her gorgeous face, imagining my hand fisting those long strands as I fucked her. All those unwanted thoughts sent me into a tailspin.
What I really wanted was to go over there and stake my claim so that no other bastard in the room could go near her. Especially Ink, who was now looking at her like I had been when she walked in. But then I remember the reasons I couldn’t, even though it was killing me seeing her so close and unable to touch her. She must’ve sensed my gaze because she finally lifts her head and her brown eyes connect with mine. They become stormy; she shows me her anger, but I also see hurt in those eyes.
Feeling like a total ass, I knock back the rest of my whiskey, gripping my hands on the bar top, the temptation to go to her was strong. To claim her in front of everyone in this room. Closing my eyes, I silently count to ten, forcing myself to ignore the woman. I need to keep my distance, because of who her fuck up of a stepbrother is, and who he was affiliated with. I couldn't let my dick lead us into further trouble. For myself, and most importantly for my club. We’d only just gotten out of the mess with one cartel, I wasn’t about to get us in with another.
I should get up off this damn barstool and just leave, but I know it’s a party for my brother Chains, so I couldn’t just up and walk out no matter how much I wanted to. I’ve disrespected Everleigh enough tonight. I wasn’t going to cause anymore friction between us by throwing a tantrum and leaving.
My eyes narrow when I see Sera practically hanging off my brother Ink, and the motherfucker is just lapping it up. He’s got her bent over the pool table, standing behind her, showing her how to hit the ball with the pool cue. My eyes see red, andI’m just about to charge over there and rip his bloody arms out of their sockets. But it’s Zoe’s voice which breaks through my anger.
“Isn’t Sera a knockout?” She sing-songs next to me, noticing the way I was looking at the woman in question. I narrow my eyes at her, wondering what game she was playing. I tighten my hands into fists, wanting to beat my brother to a bloody pulp when he puts his hands on her hips.
Motherfucking fuck!
“When are you going to do something about that?” Zoe demands.
“Never!” I tell her through a tight jaw. If she, or anyone else in the club, knew who her family was, Kick would be the first one to take my patch off me for keeping something like that from him. Then he’d probably disown me for keeping it a secret, and then it wouldn't surprise me if he ran her out of town.
Zoe looks at me like I’ve lost my mind and shakes her head just as Chains appears beside her.
“Pity, but it’s your life, I hope you know what you’re doing.” She gives me a sad smile before turning away and silently walking off with Chains, who rests a possessive hand on the small of her back. As they move, he glances over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at me.
What’s with everyone tonight? Why am I the one being singled out for special treatment?
A twinge of envy shoots through me, realizing that my father, and most of the men in the club, have found what I've been searching for my entire life. I thought I’d found it with my ex-girlfriend Mariah, but she couldn’t handle club life and ran. Would Sera be any different?
Probably, since she grew up in the mafia, but I wasn’t willing to find out and put her and my club in that kind of danger.