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“I don’t fucking owe you shit.” I snarl from my seat. “You think I had it easy? I was the laughing stock of my school with a mom who wasn’t married. I was the outcast and I fucking hated her for it. She tried to make me understand. Tried to tell me so many times that my father loved me. Wanted me but his wife wouldn’t let him leave. Come to find out that was a lie. My father wanted nothing to do with me. I was a cast away, the part he wished he pulled out instead of fucking my mom. He felt I was the scum on the bottom of a lake and if he had it his way, that’s where I’d end up.”

I stand with agitation rolling off me in waves. “So, you think I owe you, Jax.” I lean my hands on the table and glare at my identical twin. “How’s this for an answer. On the night of my patch party, Razor started a fire and then called me, telling me my mom was hurt and needed my help. Instead of fucking pussy and getting shit faced, I left my party. Dropped everything and went to her house. Only to find it up in flames and spreading fast. Little did I know, Razor was hiding and taking pictures of me there, making it look like I was admiring my handywork. Before I knew what was happening, the fire spread through the neighborhood and Five-O was on my ass. I didn’t start that fucking fire but I sure in fuck was blamed for it. And I was blamed not only for the death of my mother but my baby sister too.”

I sit down and Capone speaks up. “That’s the problem with half-truths, Jax. It’s only the person speaking the truth. I can vouch Torch didn’t start that fire. Blayze and I were with Torch the whole night.” I raise a brow at Capone but he isn’t looking at me. He’s glaring at Jax.

“Prez. Thank you but you don’t have to defend me. If Jax can’t see the truth and wants to blame me instead of Razor, that’s on him. Not me. Not you. Him.”

Capone waves his hand, “Jax, you’re dismissed.”

Jax rises from his chair. His mouth opens and closes several times before his shoulders slump and he leaves.

“Now that’s out of the way, Torch I have some other news.” Capone speaks up when the door shuts.

“Fuck me, why?” Capone cocks an eyebrow. “Sorry, Prez, go on.”

“It appears the reason Daisy’s kidnappers didn’t touch her and JJ wasn’t supposed to is because she was worth more money as a prestige virgin than a rape victim.”

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest it’s making my ears ring. “What does that mean? Daisy’s parents were drug addicts using her for state money.”

“That’s what Daisy thought. Turns out her parents are very well off but were kids when they had her. Her mother’s parents made her give Daisy up for adoption. Only it wasn’t through the normal channels. They sold her on the dark web so Daisy’s parents couldn’t find her. It’d ruin their parent’s reputation if anyone found out.”

“So how did she end up with drug addicts?”

“They stole her as a toddler from the people who bought her.”

“None of this makes sense. If she’s missing, how can her parents collect money from the state for her?” Bear speaks up.

Red raises his hand like we’re in fucking grade school. “Because Daisy isn’t her real name. It’s what she called herself when the addicts wouldn’t call her by her name. They stole all the documents along with Daisy. Not to mention, they left with her and moved to bumfuck town thousands of miles away.”

“So, what’s her real name?” I sigh. Can anything else throw me for a loop?

“Her real name is Stormy. Stormy O’Brian. Her grandfather is Alan O’Brian.”

“As in the Deputy Prime Minister O’Brian of Ireland?” I’m shocked. I’ve seen him on runs to Ireland we’ve done for the Savage Saints MC.

Red nods his head. “As far as I can tell, Daisy’s parents think Daisy was adopted to a good family and has a happy life.”

“Holy fuck.” I scrub my hands down my face. “Do we tell her?”

I look to Capone for direction. “Are you claiming her?”

I think about it for a moment. DO I want to claim Daisy? The answer is yes. “Yes. Without a doubt.”

“Then brand her and patch her,” Capone smirks. “I think she needs to know. I’ll leave it up to you to fill her in, Torch.”

I nod my head and feel sick to my stomach. Not about making Daisy my Ol’ Lady but about telling her the news about her birth parents.

Fuck. My. Life.

Chapter 13

Daisy

Bad Habits

After Torch left, I couldn’t sleep anymore so I climbed out of bed and got into the shower. Wishing he was in here with me, a dull ache forms between my legs bringing a smile to my face. I ache in places I didn’t think was possible but in a good way.

What Torch did to my body makes my head spin. I turn off the shower and step out of the tub. After drying off and getting dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a Royal Bastard tank top, my stomach growls, reminding me it’s been over twenty-four hours since I ate and I need a cup of coffee. I throw my blonde locks up in a ponytail and leave my room, locking the door behind me.

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