Page 47 of Filthy Liar

Her confirmation is worrying me. Vixen has been part of the clubhouse since she was in her early twenties. She’s been a fixture of the Dark Horse MC, and I can’t imagine she would betray us in any way.

“James isn’t my sister,” she whispers.

There is another knock on our door, and I assume it’s Atomic. He has his own room since the other guys have already left. Since his injuries were a little more intense than mine, we gave him his own space.

Vixen jumps up from her seat and rushes over to the door, pulling it open. Atomic ambles into the room, grunting and moaning with each step he shuffles inside. Vixen closes the door behind him, then makes it back to her seat.

“Vixen was just telling us that she lied about who James is,” King says, his voice completely void of any emotion.

“Do you want to expand?” I ask, looking down at her.

She bites the corner of her lip. Then her eyes widen as she tells the rest of the story. “James is my daughter.”

I blink.

King blinks.

Atomic blinks.

What none of us does is speak. I’m not sure that any of us know what to say. “How?” I finally ask.

Her top lip curves up into a smirk. “I had a baby at fifteen. I’m thirty-five. She’s twenty. Anything else?”

“Who raised her?” King asks. “Because we did a background check on you and found none of that shit out.”

Vixen dips her chin in a single nod. It’s clear she knows she must tell us this, but it’s not what she wants to admit. It’s her past, and when she came into the clubhouse, we said we didn’t want to know.

And honestly, we haven’t cared who or where she’s come from.

But now this is affecting the club, and we need to know the details. There’s no fucking way we can not know what the fuck. What the absolute fuck. We need to know who the father is, who raised her, and if this is going to get us into an even bigger war.

I have a feeling it is.

“My parents raised her as their own,” she says. “She doesn’t even know I’m her mother. She thinks she’s my sister, and that’s fine with me, but I don’t want her to be some kind of sex slave. I let my parents raise her so she could have a normal life. I couldn’t give her that.”

“I thought your parents were shit,” I point out.

She slips her tongue out and slides it along her bottom lip. Pressing my lips together, I close my eyes, then let out a heavy sigh as I wait for what she’s going to say. My heart slams against my chest, more because of my pain, but I’m curious as fuck about what she’s going to say.

“They are, but they were older. I was wild. I didn’t know what the best thing was to do. I just knew that anyone else would have been better than me.”

Atomic grunts. He doesn’t appear to give a fuck that James is her sister. That she didn’t raise her. What he gives a fuck about is how this affects our club, and I have to admit that I feel the same way.

“Her father is Blur.”

What.

The.

Fuck.

DILLION

I hate Conrad.

Hate everything he is and everything he stands for.

So why am I biting my bottom lip and giving him sexy eyes? Because I want to save my life and get the fuck away from him alive.

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