Page 17 of Wrath's Flame
“No, not me. You'll see soon enough.”
“Then what’s-”
I hang up because he's never going to stop.
As we approach the front entrance, I ask,“Are you doing okay, Cam?”
“Y-yeah,”he manages to get out.
He’s struggling to talk, though, and he’s breathing extremely hard. Oh shit, that's not good; why didn't he say something?
"Fuck, no, you're not. I know you may not want this, but I'm carrying you in. You're struggling far too much for my liking.”I tell him as I let go of his hand and pick him up bridal style before he can protest.
He feels far too light for his age and height. It doesn't take a genius to figure out Claire probably wasn't feeding him right. That'll be changing from now on, that's for sure. Resting his head against my chest, I can feel his tears soaking into my shirt. God, he's breaking my heart. I wish I could take away all his pain and trauma.
Walking as quickly as I can, I rush into The Clubhouse and straight into the infirmary, where Doc's waiting. Doc, as his name suggests, is an actual trained doctor. However, he gave up working at the hospital a few years ago because he was fed up with hospital politics, which stopped him from treating patients who needed his help most but couldn't afford it. He's older than me—around forty, if I remember correctly. He's what people would call a silver fox with his graying hair and well-toned body.
Rushing towards him, he asks,"What do we have, Flame?”
"This is Cam; he was badly beaten. Struggling to breathe after walking from the gate to nearly The Clubhouse. He thinks there's something wrong with his ribs.”I inform him as I place Cam on the bed.“I need you to make sure he's okay, Doc. He's fucking important.”
Before Doc can speak, I hear the door slam open behind me and notice Cam flinch.
“It's okay. They won't hurt you, I promise.”I whisper to Cam, who calms down at my words.
Turning around, I face Wrath and Shadow. I know it's going to be them.
“What the hell is going on?”Wrath demands as he walks into the room.
He can't see Cam behind me at the moment. Taking a deep breath, I start explaining what just happened at the gate. Quickly telling them about Pete arguing with someone, realizing it was a kid, then getting him to take his hood down and asking questions like his name and what he was doing here.
Looking into Wrath's eyes, I say the next part:“I asked him why he needed to get in here, and he told me he thought his Dad was here after overhearing something that was said between his mom and her boyfriend. I asked him his mom's name, hoping it would give me some clue as to who his Dad could be, and the name gave me all the answers I needed.”
I slowly step away from blocking Cam so both Wrath and Shadow can see him as I say,“His mom's name is Claire McGivens.”
Both their eyes grow wide with shock. They both know what his mom's name means. It means he's Wrath's son. He's the President's son. He's a Devil's Inferno Prince, and he's been kept hidden from us all. I watch as they both take in his state. Shadow has moved, so he's standing close to Wrath. He’s obviously worried his brother might lose it, and he wants him within his reach so he can contain him. Wrath, though, is somehow managing to control the rage he's no doubt feeling about the fact his son was not only hidden from him but has clearly been beaten too. I have a feeling if Wrath lost it right now, he'd terrify Cam. He'd more than likely think Wrath was mad about him being his son, not the situation. That's the last thing we need to happen.
Chapter Ten
Cam
God, I hope I don't regret coming here, but I had to take the chance. I can't take much more from my mom. She hates me, and I don't understand why other than the fact that I apparently look just like my dad, but why does she hate me for something I have no control over? I can't help the fact that I look like him; it's my genetics. I hope my dad's nothing like my mom. All I want is a parent who cares for and loves me. Is that too much to ask for?
I'm so glad Flame showed up when he did. I don't think the guy at the gate was ever going to let me in, and the way he was talking to me didn't make me want to answer any of his questions. Flame, though, was kind and gentle but didn't treat me like an idiot. When he told me he knew who my dad was, I felt both excitement and fear. I'm finally going to get to meet him. I really do hope he likes and wants me. I don't want him to send me back to my mom. I'm pretty sure if he does, I'm just going to have to run away. I'm not going to survive much longer if I keep living with her. I'd rather take my chances as a kid onthe streets than stay somewhere I know is going to lead to my death.
Flame’s still standing next to my bed, but now I can see the other two men who came into the room. I can't help the gasp that escapes me. They both look like me. Is one of them my Dad? I can see their names on their kuttes. One says Wrath with the President patch above his name, and the other says Shadow with the Vice President patch above his name. I know that means they're really important. Like the most important members of Devil's Inferno. Are they going to be disappointed with me? I'm just a kid they never knew about who's been used as a punching bag by his mom for over half his life.
Gathering my courage, I whisper.“Are one of you my dad? You both look like me.”
The one with Wrath on his kutte steps forward and crouches next to the bed I'm on. He brushes his hand gently over my head and smiles at me. Well, at least he seems happy about my appearance here.
"Yeah, I think we can safely say I'm your Dad, and the one over there that looks like me is my twin Alex, making him your uncle.”
He kisses my forehead as he stands back up. I can't help the tears that fall. I've never had people show as much care as all these men have shown me in the past few minutes. I don’t know how I’m meant to react. It's all unknown to me, but at least it looks like he's not disappointed that I'm his kid. That's good news, right?
“Don't go telling him my name is Alex. It's Shadow. That's like telling him yours is Jackson and not Wrath.”I hear my Uncle gripe towards my Dad, who just laughs at him.
I may've only just met them, but I can already tell they're totally different from what I'm used to. For one, no one has tried to hurt me, and for two, they're already acting like they care about me.
