Page 37 of Ky

The name Angelo Bianchi comes at me like a bullet train. That night, four years ago, that night that turned deadly.

Everything stops, as all my brothers' eyes turn to me. I’m taken back to four years ago. The warehouse. The fight. The woman I had picked up at the bar, a need inside me to fuck her senseless.

“Care to enlighten us on what the fuck this asshole is talking about?”

I clear my throat, Deciding it was time for the truth, unable to cover for Sera any longer. No matter how much I wanted to.

“Sera isn’t his sister. She’s his stepsister,” I reply cooly. “I hope Uncle Kon told him where to stick his threats?” My brain working overtime on what the hell I just heard. What’s the fucker playing at going to my Uncle about Sera? Even after all these months, since she told me Angelo was her stepbrother.

Pops continues to stare at me, arching a brow, and I can see the disappointment in his whiskey-colored eyes. But he continues on as though I hadn’t spoken.

“Kon also says the fucker seems unhinged. Like someone who doesn’t care what he has to do to get what he wants.”

My thoughts immediately turn to the fire that destroyed Sera's home. Could Angelo be the one who started it? I wouldn’t put it past the asshole to do it. He had no qualms in shooting me.

Clearing my throat, I open my mouth and everything spills out. From the night I was shot by this same fucker that is now threatening our club, to Sera and who she really is.

The shock on all of my brothers' faces makes me feel like shit that I’d kept such important information from them. Especially my dad, if the disappointment on his face is anything to go by.

After I stop speaking, nobody says a word, until my pops, the President of the Devil’s Carnage MC, smashes the gavel on theworn table, the bang so loud I think every single one of us jumps out of our seats.

“Church adjourned. Everybody get the fuck out. Now! Except for Ky.” I could feel the heat of his gaze burning into the side of my head. His jaw so tight that I fear his teeth might break.

I stay seated, as everyone else vacates the room, and I wish I could slink off unnoticed, but I’m not a coward, my father taught me well. So I sit there, ready to take whatever was coming to me.

“When were you going to tell me about all this? Or were you even going to?” he asks, his voice deceptively soft, but steadily rose the more worked up he got.

“I was by your bedside day and night for weeks after you were fuckin shot. You said it was some punk ass kids robbing you and the girl who was found dead next to you. Not once did you tell me then, or since, the one who did that to you was part of the Bianchi family from fuckin’ New York.”

I wince, realizing what a stupid mistake I’d made. But in my defense, I thought because we were leaving New York straight after I recuperated from the gunshot; I didn’t need to say anything. I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, he lunges at me, wrapping his hands around my cut, getting in my face.

My eyes widen in shock, because I’ve never seen my father like this. Yes, he’s shown violence towards others who deserved it, but never towards me, his son.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t throw your ass outta the club for lying to me, your fuckin President. Hmm? Tell me about Sera,” he demands on a growl. I fight to remain calm as he shakes me hard, my head lolling about with the force of his shaking.

“Let me guess, you were not thinking with your big brain, but your little one,” he snarls in disgust, pushing me away from him as I land with force back in my chair.

I clear my throat, and to cover my own embarrassment, because after all, he was half right; I go for the jugular.

“You should know about thinking with your dick. After all, we’ve got almost half a dozen Kick’s running around from three different women,” I sneer, which, of course, is the wrong thing to say right now, when a look of rage morphs on his face and he grabs for me again.

“You wanna repeat that, you little shit?” With a forceful shove, he pins me against the wall with his strength and I can see he’s itching to hit me, as we’re nose to nose. I’ve never seen my old man so angry. Well, not the type of anger he has now directed at me.

Before I know what’s happening, his large hands are wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly. My vision is blurring and I feel I’m about to pass out. But before I do, I’m aware of the door to church crashing open, but it’s not one of my brothers standing there come to save me, but Everleigh, the woman I’ve shown nothing but disdain for since she got back together with my dad.

“Kadyn,” she screams shrilly, using his real name—Everleigh being the only one that did. Suddenly, the fingers that were tight around my neck loosen, and my pops was being thrown off me.

I slid down the wall, gasping for air. What the fuck just happened?

I couldn’t believe he would be capable of killing his own kid, but being on the receiving end of his wrath, I knew now it was more than possible.

“What the hell happened here?” Everleigh demands, and I finally lift my head to see Tiny had joined her, his eyes narrowed on me. He must've been the one to throw my father off me. Even with everything going on in his private life, he’s still a capable VP, which was important to my father.

For years, it was just me and my dad, until Everleigh inserted herself into our lives. Yes, I still felt slighted by her, but the concern on her face when she looks at me, seeing the bruises already forming around my neck, those feelings dimmed a little.

But it’s the anger on my dad’s face that I can’t handle.

“Get the fuck outta my sight.” He sneers. I shake my head and jump to my feet, turning my attention back to Everleigh.

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