Page 108 of Blade

Declan

That fucking bitch lied to me!

I pleaded with her.Begged hernot to do it. I would have married her. Would have taken care of her and our baby.

Pacing around the clubhouse, I fumed. Johnny, the prospect, handed me a glass of amber liquid and I downed it in one gulp. He quickly handed me another, and that followed the first.

Blade walked in, searching the room. His eyes landed on me, and he immediately moved in my direction.

I didn’t know what this fucker did to piss off my daughter, but I might just lay him out if he said the wrong thing.

My daughter.

Fuck.

Twenty-five years. I missed twenty-five fucking years of her life because that bitch told me she had an abortion.

Who fucking did that?

“Hey, Declan, you ok?”

I glared at him.

No, I’m not fucking ok.

“What the fuck happened between you and Beck? Why is she so pissed at you?”

He flinched at my words. “Becca and I have history. It’s a long story, and one I need to share with her before I tell anyone else.”

“You will fucking tell me what you did.” I growled, getting in his face.

“Not now, brother,” King cautioned as he walked through the front door past both of us and stood at the double doors on the other side of the room.

“One issue at a time. Let’s go into church, both of you.”

I looked from my brother to Blade.

“This doesn’t involve him,” I said, pointing at his road captain patch.

“It sure as fuck does, whether you want it to or not. This is a clusterfuck, and we need to talk before I bring her over here.”

My baby brother disappeared into the room, leaving me with no choice but to follow him. Blade followed behind me, closing the door.

Sighing, King looked at both of us.

“I want you both to listen to me and listen real fucking good. Rebecca knows nothing. She’s as confused as you are, maybe more so. She has had a shit few days and I imagine a shit childhood, living with that woman.”

“Becca didn’t have a shit childhood. She had a great fucking childhood. I made sure of it,” Blade claimed, slapping his hand on his chest.

I looked over at Blade, “What the fuck are you talking about? You’re from Arkansas.”

“No, I’m not. I grew up here in Diamond Creek with Becca.”

“What the fuck am I missing, King?” I glared at my brother, waiting for answers.

Rubbing his hand over his chin, King stared at me.

“I’m not telling you anything yet. I only came here to make sure you had calmed down enough to talk to her without you losing your shit.”

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