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Spade walks over to the end table, taking out a knife from the drawer and slices down Zayn’s pants as he lies on the dining room table.I swear that table has seen more blood than any other place in our house.He gets to work on him as I sit on the couch watching with Hazel in my lap and Jaxon close by with Ryder sitting on his opposite side.

“Let’s get Zayn stitched up and the kids some food before we hash this out,” I say as I get up and walk into the kitchen, placing Hazel in her highchair, pulling it towards the island so Jaxon can sit next to her. Ryder turns on the TV, putting a movie on for them as we make them some dinner. I can’t eat at the moment even though I should, but I can’t stomach food right now.How the fuck has Dalton, that motherfucker, been controlling Jamie fromafar?Witnessing the switch happen before me with just a few words made me question everything. I have so many fucking questions, but the kids come first.

Popping some nuggets and fries into the air fryer while Ryder cuts up some fruit, I walk over to the cabinet and grab the bourbon before walking over to Zayn. Handing him the bottle, he takes it, twisting the top off and guzzling it down. The amber liquid dribbles from the corner of his lips and I have to refrain from cleaning it up with my tongue.Jesus, Jade, get it the fuck together. My god.

Rounding the table, I see Spade deep in thought, talking Zayn through it. He pulls the knife out as blood gushes from the wound. Zayn’s jaw flexes as he bites down on his bottom lip.Rein it in, Jade.He groans as Spade sticks his fingers inside the hole, looking for the tip of the knife that broke off.

“I’m sorry, man. This is going to really fucking hurt,” he warns, as he pushes further into the wound. Amber liquid comes flying out of his mouth with a roar as Spade finds the little metal tip, taking it out and placing it on the gauze. “Got it. Jade give him something to bite down on while I disinfect this,” he orders, and Zayn winks at me. Rolling my eyes, I turn and grab a dish towel before handing it to him.

“That’s six, Brat,” he spits before placing the cloth in his mouth as Spade pours disinfectant into the wound. Spinning back towards the kids, I see them eating while watching their movie. Walking over to Ryder, I hip bump him.

“You good bro?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I don’t know, Sis. I didn’t leave the house on good terms with Spade, and now all of this. We have a lot to talk about.” He sighs, and I nudge him. Our eyes collide and I raise a brow.

“You love him, right?” I ask, and he nods.

“And you know he loves you too, correct?” I say, and he nods again.

“Then whatever it is, it will work itself out. Do you think I don’t fight with all of them? I know I’m a handful, but ‌we love each other and couldn’t survive without one another, so we will get to the bottom of it. Don’t stress,” I whisper, but he shakes his head.

“I lied to him; to all of you, and I don’t enjoy hurting the ones I love,” he admits.

“Did you lie to protect us? Or did you lie because you were up to no good? Like, were you with someone else?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I lied to protect everyone, but I also could’ve told him the truth; but no, I’d never step out on him. If I wasn’t happy with him, I’d tell him. You know I'm not that guy,” he says and I smile.

“I know and he knows that, too. So let’s get the kids settled so they can finish the movie, then we can talk about everything together,” I reassure him as he takes a deep breath, nodding at me.

“Sounds like a plan, Sis,” he says as we both lean against the counter, watching the kids and Spade do his thing.

Hours later, after giving the kids a bath, we put them to bed, and I call a meeting with everyone, including Zayn. We relax on the couch, putting the TV on low for some background noise. Spade and Ryder sit on one end while I sit in the middle next to Zayn’s foot, propped up on a pillow. Looking over at him, he raises a brow, and I roll my eyes.

“Comfy?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Seven, Brat!” He grins, and I shake my head. Looking at the others, my eyes collide with Spade’s. He smiles as I take a deep breath.

“Alright. I don’t know where the fuck to start,” I say, but Ryder clears his throat, standing from the couch.

“I lied to all of you, and I’m sorry that I did. I’ve been meeting up with Teagan. She contacted me not too long ago to meet up with her. I kept refusing until I couldn’t any longer. She kept threatening the lives of the kids and I would not put them in harm's way. So, when I met up with her the first time, it was a test to see if I actually would show up. Then after that, I ignored her. Recently, while you both were in Ireland, she blew up the clubhouse and forced me to meet with her saying if I didn’t, she was going to shoot Spade the minute he stepped foot off the jet,” he says, looking over at Spade, who doesn’t look to be all that angry about this revelation.

“Keep going,” I encourage as he digs into his pocket, taking out a joint. Sparking it up, he takes a deep pull and hands it to Spade.

“She told me a lot of shit I never knew.” He exhales, and I raise my brow when his eyes collide with mine. “You know she’s not mom, right?” he asks, and I nod.

“She’s a cunt and doesn’t have mom’s beauty mark,” I say, and he smiles.

“She also told me I’m not her blood. We aren’t even siblings,” he says, and I gasp.

“What the fuck do you mean we aren’t siblings? We share the same mom!” I declare, but he shakes his head.

“Apparently, we don’t. Some Crow Eater is my mother, and guess who my father is? It ain’t Big John, that's for sure,” he says, and my eyes widen.

“What the fuck, Ryder.” I shout as Spade passes him back the joint, which ‌he offers to Zayn, who takes it.

“Slash is my real dad. Apparently, he was a young prospect who got a Crow Eater pregnant, but that's not even the kicker,” he says, shaking his head. “Mom killed her by pushing her down the stairs so she didn’t have to hide anymore. Twins is what she needed to be free,” he says, and I swallow thickly.

“Have you spoken to Slash to confirm all this?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

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