Page 60 of Wolf

It sickens me to consider how they treat their daughters. Don’t they know how precious life is?

My lips are still warm from the press of Lilli’s lips, and I ponder the look on her face as I told her straight out who I am as I walk to my bike. Beyond the obvious shock, I couldn’t tell if it was fear, disgust, or something altogether different that flashed behind her eyes.

Fuck. It annoys me that I’m even wondering because that’s who I fucking am.

Instead, I set it aside for the information she gave me. I can only assume the sheriff wanted to know if I was at Litch Field that night because someone was shooting up the area and the fucker wants to pin that shit on me.

Avoiding that piece of shit, who’s always drumming up reasons to make the Saints disappear is beyond fucking annoying, but the price we pay for what we do. If he comes looking fine, I’ll deal with it then. He thinks he’s so fucking smart, but we have our ways too. I won’t take it lying down.

However, if he comes anywhere near Lilli again, I’ll cut his fucking throat…pig or no pig. Just wait and watch, motherfucker.

My fingers itch to get it done right this fucking second but if I do, I’m creating a bigger mess to clean up. I’ll give him one last chance to live…whether he knows it or fucking not.

In the meantime, I have an errand to run. Danny ignored my warning and it’s about time I had another chat with him.

On the ride over, I attempt to relax, raising my eyes to the sky. With so much going on, I’ve had little time to process the shit constantly rolling downhill.

Between the Aces and their constant mess and the sheriff trying to ruffle our feathers, I haven’t gotten much sleep. The need to get to the bottom of this and put it to rest once and for all is a constant burn. Who’s the rat in our midst?

Who donned our colors only to betray the sacred words each of us spoke when we became brothers? I don’t fucking know but I’m eager to meet this fucker and send him to hell after I’ve stripped those colors off his fucking back.

My thoughts are turned when I roll up to the house where I found Danny, but that ugly ass purple car he was working on is gone. To my surprise, I find Rose standing on the porch. She crosses her arms as I come to a stop, and we eye each other silently.

Despite being my half-sister, she reminds me of Duke, especially before he grew into the man he is today. After our mother ran from my dad, she ended up with a family of cops. Because my dad didn’t want to create shit with the mother of his children, he looked the other way.

By that time, I was old enough to understand the significance and left home. I went straight to Dad and never left. Duke was younger and it took time before he came around.

I lost those years while our mother had another child and poisoned them both against us. As a result, I don’t really know my sister. Still, she’s a part of me and I do my best to look out for her from afar.

Just like Duke, her blue eyes sparkle, although as another sign of her alternate parentage, one iris is multicolored blotting out that vibrant blue with a shot of whiskey. Her light blonde hair and petite stature are all our mother's, including the ugly sneer marring her pretty face.

“What do you want?” she spits.

Ignoring the vitriol, I ask, “Where’s Danny?”

Uncrossing her arms, she waves her hand and says, “Stay away from us.”

“Can’t,” I grunt and her eyes narrow.

“You just can’t let this shit go. Can you? You’re not my brother. You’re scum. Your dad was scum, your brothers are scum. Take your dirty, murdering fucking hands and get off my property.”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” I growl. She can insult me all fucking day, but she didn’t know my dad. It burns in my fucking craw to hear her speak of him when her dad and granddaddy are as crooked as they come.

It’s not my job to say this shit though, which is why I mutter, “You hear from the sheriff?

Her brows rise and she frowns. “Grandpa? No.”

“Hm. Where’s Danny?”

I suspect the sheriff and officer Montrose, Rose’s father, aren't too keen on her relationship with Danny but once again it ain’t my business to tell her why.

Danny better be careful though because between his dealings with the Aces and marrying the sheriff’s granddaughter, he’s gotten himself into a mess that eventually he’s gonna have to clean up.

Unless they’re all in bed together. Fuck me, I wish that thought hadn’t occurred to me.

Rose lifts her chin but before she can sneer anything else I don’t want to hear, I say, “Tell that asshole I’m looking for him. And Rose…?”

“What?” she says stiffly.

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