Page 21 of Death Of A Sinner

We all sit in silence along one side of the table. Gio in the middle, Marcel and Vin on one side of him, Santo and me on the other. None of us move as she slowly makes her way towards us. Her hands are shaking, one tightly wrapped around Tommy’s.

“Hello. Thank you for meeting me,” she whispers, her voice quiet. Shaky.

No one says a word for what seems like forever until Gio clears his throat. “Have a seat.” He nods his head to the chairs in front of him.

She flinches but recovers quickly, before lowering herself onto the chair Tommy pulls out for her. “I… ah… I know you all must have a lot of questions for me.”

“I have nothing for you,” Gio says. “But they do.” He looks down each side of the table, to the four of us. “And once they’ve got their answers, we’re done here. We aren’t looking for a mother. The time we needed one has long since passed.”

“I know.” Her eyes look like they’re tearing up as she repeats, “I know.”

“You look great,” I tell her. “How… ah… how long have you been with the MC?” I don’t know why the fuck that’s the first question I ask. But it seemed like a decent icebreaker. Something to cut the tension.

“Tommy found me after… ah… one of Giovanni’s—one of your father’s men left me on the side of the road. Out of town.”

A sound of rustling from the gardens has my brothers and me standing up and drawing guns in that direction. “I thought I told you to come alone,” Gio hisses.

“We did,” Tommy says as he positions himself in front of our mother.

“I don’t need to see you to shoot you,” Gio shouts.

“Don’t shoot,” a female voice calls back as a young girl steps out from where she was hiding and quickly walks towards us. “Mum, what the fuck? This is your lunch date with Dad?”

Did she just say mum?

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Did she just call Marymum? She did. What the actual fuck?

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask the young girl who just scrambled out of the gardens.

“Who the fuck are you?” she counters, folding her arms over her chest.

“Gio, she didn’t mean that. She’s just a kid. She didn’t mean it.” Mary walks over to the girl. “She didn’t mean it,” she repeats.

I look from Mary to Tommy. “Wanna explain what the fuck is going on?” I ask as I shove my gun back into its holster. Without a word, my brothers do the same. Probably in shock.

Is this girl Mary’sdaughter? That would make her our sister.

Fucking hell. She left us to be tortured by that fucking monster and went off and started a new family. I knew this meeting was a bad idea.

“Mary, relax. They’re not going to hurt her,” Tommy says.

“Why the fuck would we hurt her?” This comes from Santo.

“Okay, someone needs to explain what is happening… And why are you two meeting with these wannabe gangster-looking guys?” The girl waves a hand in our direction.

“Esther, stop, please,” Mary tells her before turning to me. “She doesn’t mean anything by that.”

“I agree with her. Someone needs to fucking explain what the fuck this is. Who is she? Is she yours? We have a sister you didn’t think we needed to know about? What the fuck, Mary?” I’m beyond fuming. “Do you have any idea what people would do to her if they knew? What kind of sick fucking shit would happen to her? You’ve left her in the world unprotected? For what? Your own goddamn selfish agenda?”

“Okay, that’s enough. First, don’t speak to my wife like that. I don’t care who the fuck you think you are. Second, my daughter is never unprotected,” Tommy snarls.

I look the filthy fucking biker president up and down before laughing in his face. “You really think your little group of crotch rockets can protect her if word got out she’s our sister?”

“Okay, stop. What does he meansister? Mum? What’s going on?” Esther asks Mary.

“You didn’t know about us? Fuck, I didn’t realise just how much you forgot you had kids, Mary. We’re her sons, the ones she left behind without so much as a backwards glance,” Santo says.

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