Page 20 of Fury
My baby would have been four today…
It’s why Mama showed up with my favorite food and spent the day with me. She wanted to make sure I was okay, and the fact that Tate’s now here, brightens my day more so, even if her father is sitting here as well.
I’m not sure what possessed him to bring her to me, usually it’s either Ivy or Mama, his mama only recently but I won’t be complaining because seeing Tate, it’s my highlight.
“Sky-Sky,” Tate whispers, and I lean forward as she gestures me towards her while she side-eyes her daddy, who is leaning back against the chair, his eyes closed, looking way too hot it’s unfair. His muscles on show through his stretched white shirt caused by his arms crossed over his chest. Ugh… She whispers, “Can I have a sweetie?”
I chuckle and nod, and she squeals before stumbling up. I quickly grab her hips before she trips over her own two feet, steadying her before she rushes over to my desk, causing Fury to look my way with a raised brow.
I ignore him and my traitorous heart that flickers at the way he’s looking at me and watch as Tate goes into my top drawer, the one that I hold a photo of myself and Fury inside from years ago, and takes out a chocolate bar before rushing my way.
I smile when she hands it to me to open while Fury pipes up, “Hey, where’s mine?”
I roll my eyes and hand Tate the chocolate, and state, “They are for Tate only,” making him narrow his eyes while the sweet little girl giggles, most likely liking being treated like royalty.
Fury raises a brow and states, “Fine, I’ll get one myself then,” and I shake my head and pay attention to Tate, not believing he’ll get up.
He’s probably just saying it to gain my attention, heck, the most words I’ve said to him since finding out the truth was when he allowed Lacey, or well, a new prospect to watch Tate who in turn ended up being Lacey and the little sweetie pie ended up banging her head. I lost it with him, it was the day Hudson finally had his breathing tube removed.
I hear a rustle and look in time to see Fury stand, and my eyes widen. Quickly, I stand, seeing he really is going to go into mydrawer. I rush forward, not wanting him to see the photos on in desk, but he moves quick with a chuckle and rounds my desk, his hand going to the drawer.
Crap, crap, crap.
I quickly rush over to him but freeze seeing the photo of us in his hand, a chocolate bar in his other, but that isn’t what has his attention. Instead, it’s the photo of me and Mama on my desk, his smile truly vanished, the joking side of him no longer anywhere to be seen.
Double crap.
He looks at me with a raised brow, his jaw tense, and I sigh as he demands, “I need an explanation, and now.”
Seriously? Yeah no.
I snort, crossing my arms over my chest as I side-eye Tate to see she’s alright as she munches on her chocolate, oblivious to the train wreck that is about to happen, and I comment, “I don’t need to explain anything to you, Fury,” his jaw ticks at my using his road name, but I continue, “I don’t trust you.”
He shakes his head, looking down at the photo in his hand, a time when I did stupidly trust him, before he looks back at me and states, “The whole club believes she’s the reason you want nothing to do with them, with Brick and Blade, they believe she’s treated you like crap, I mean fuck –” he cuts off his words eyeing Tate before looking back at me. He says quietly, “They think she smacked that fucker Brock because she saw you and shouted shit at you trying to start a war.”
I tilt my head and state, “Or she attacked him because he threatened to use my body with or without my permission and she shouted me to keep walking so she could handle the situation.”
Fury’s mouth parts in shock while I keep my face stoic.
The VP had a big mouth at the wrong time.
I’d just left Mama, dodging the prospects of the Dark Angels, not wanting them to know about our relationship because I knew Brick would try and use it to his advantage, and Mama had lost it hearing his words.
He’s lucky he just got a bloodied nose at the time, and his bike scratched, though I hear he’s dead now at the hands of Luna, and good riddance, too.
Fury blinks, then blinks again, then says, “I-I, I don’t understand then, how, why… You look like you're ten or eleven here, Sky! How long have you known her?”
I smirk, and I admit, “Mama has been in my life since I was eight years old,” Fury steps back in shock, and I continue, “She is the one who took me to all my medical appointments. She’s the one who bought me back to school clothes and supplies, who went to my graduations, even the small ones, she’s the one who went to parent conferences and picked me up from school,” his eyes go wider as Tate plays by herself behind me, “She’s the one who fed me,” I take a step forward. I admit, “She is the one who brought me up, the money Brick gave Melissa never coming my way and the only reason why Mama didn’t take me from her is because the bitch made a police report after she slept with Brick.”
Fury slowly closes his eyes and murmurs, “She was going to claim rape if Anna took you.”
I turn my head when I hear Tate giggle and I smile a little, seeing her playing with her dolls before I look back at Fury, whose eyes are now on me intently. I admit, “I told her I wanted to meet Blade,” his mouth parts, “I didn’t want anything to do with Brick because of how we met, but Blade, well, I always wanted a brother, but Melissa hit me with a bat,” Fury’s nostrils flare. I tilt my head, “She said she’d kill herself if I had anything to do with the club, and at that time, she was the only parent I knew. So I ran to my room in tears with a sore side while shecackled but as soon as my door shut, she started screaming,” I smile a little, “Mama beat her up for hurting me and threatened to kill her if she ever touched me again. It’s also when I heard Melissa mention the rape threat. Since Mama loves Brick something I know she wishes she didn’t…”
Fury nods and asks, “And that’s when you met her?”
I shake my head and deny, “No,” before I admit, “she came back to the trailer the next night and parked outside, I guess to make sure I was safe, and I climbed out my window and apologized for being born.” Fury winces. I nod and ask, “Do you know what Mama did?” he shakes his head, and I smile wide and inform him, “She climbed out of her truck and told me I had nothing to apologize over before I threw myself in her arms where she held me tightly.”
“Because you knew she was your mother in every way but blood, like you and my daughter,” he finishes, and I nod, not denying his words as I look at Tate and mutter, “Like mother like daughter, falling in love with someone else’s child.”
