Page 2 of Fury
“Please tell me he did not just announce he fathered another child to his old lady, someone he’s supposed to love unconditionally like that, and basically blame her for the child's existence?!” I hear Jessica, Jax’s mama snap, and the brothers, who were smirking, look down.
Fucking pricks.
“Mama?” Leo says quietly when she doesn’t move, still looking at where Brick was glaring at her, and she clears her throat, shaking her head a little before looking towards her son as she swallows hard, her throat bobbing.
“I uh, I need to uh head out for a little while. You’ll be alright with your dad?” she asks instead of answering his questions, her eyes clouding over.
She’s shutting off her emotions…
He frowns and asks, “How long will you be gone?”
Anna looks where the officer's offices are before looking back at her son and admits, “A few days,” and he flinches. “I need time, son,” she whispers, and he nods, his jaw ticking, and even from here, I can see his resentment, which is misplaced.
Leo is struggling with who is right where the whole prospect is involved, the same prospect who is apparently still walking around after claiming she came onto him despite some brothers believing Brick killed him. Others think he let him off to punish Anna.
Leo is standing by his dad, though. He has to, considering he’ll be taking over from him.
He nods again at his mama, who then looks down and walks around the common room, not making eye contact with anyone before leaving just as Brick re-enters the common room and looks around before making eye contact with his son and demands, “Where’s your mama?”
He sighs, “She’s gone for a few days. She needs time to process that you fathered someone else’s child and then called her a whore in front of the club like a prick!”
Brick winces and mutters, “Fuck,” before stating, “It’s probably for the best she’s not around for a few days. I need to get my head straight.”
He needs to get his head straight?
He’s not even going after his woman?
I shake my head, and as he turns back to the offices and my mama scoffs, “What a self-centered jerk!”
No one corrects her because, well, he kind of is being one right now, and no one will follow Anna because she can’t physically leave the club. Brick won’t allow it, he’d tie her to his bed before that happens not caring about her feelings, and she knows it.
Leo shakes his head before coming my way, taking a seat as he runs his hand through his black hair that he is apparently growing out.
“I’m never getting an old lady,” he growls, and I hum in agreement.
It’s just not worth the trouble. I mean, my parents are more loved up than ever despite the fact she can’t have any more kids after losing my baby brother last year, delivering him two months early after he died in the womb.
Their love is one for the ages.
But all the others, nah.
“Your mama looked ready to break,” I say quietly, and he nods, looking straight ahead before muttering, “She’s going to try her hardest to leave Dad, isn’t she?”
I clear my throat and look around the room before I admit, “She’s been trying to for years. Everyone just wants to think she’s been a bitch for the attention, but yeah, she’ll try harder now because of how he just treated her. It doesn’t matter what she did, he fathered another child, something he would have killed her for if it was the other way round and brother, you know it.”
He groans as he leans back in the seat, and I follow as we watch everyone talk, most likely about Brick’s love child, while I silently admit that I’ll never have an old lady because, honestly, they’re too much hard fucking work.
Famous last words, though, right?
Skylar – Age Eight
I swallow hard as I gently run my fingers through Dixie’s golden fur, and she nuzzles into me, making me smile slightly.
I found her behind the trash at school, shivering, cold, and alone, so I snuck her into my backpack and brought her home, something Mama was not happy with, so she threw her outside in the rain.
I snuck her back in through my window, and for about two months, I have managed to keep her hidden while sneaking half of my dinner in here for her, or if Mama has gone out for the night, I’ll raid the fridge and take the shouting the next day.
I wiggle my nose to stop the tears, hearing Mama’s cackle down the hallway.
