Page 13 of Creed's Honor

Creed

Silence fell on the table. When Hades wanted something, he wouldn’t stop till he had it. The territory at the valley was nothing different. He wanted it because it would provide us with a more direct route to the docks. However, patching over a club that didn’t want it was going to mean a takeover.

He already had my vote, and no one at the table had protested it. A few questions but we all agreed with Hades—it was the right move for the club. So with a full table backing the decision, Hades closed the meeting.

“Party tonight, boys. You know the drill. Best behaviour while family and friends are present,” Hades said as he stood up.

“Is that your way of saying we can’t say happy birthday, old man?” Kobra called it out. Not an uncommon fact that Hades hated his birthday.

“If one fucker dares mention those two words together,” Hades muttered while walking out, causing us boys to laugh. Because while us boys knew better than to wish Hades a happy birthday, the same couldn’t be said for family members of the club.

Getting up, I pulled my phone out and saw not one notification. I couldn’t stop the annoyance flickering through me as I put my phone back on loud—even though I usually only had it on vibrate. She hadn’t messaged, and she hadn’t called since it happened. Had I completely fucked it up? Her and I? Had I fucked it up? That question hadn’t stopped going through my head.

I missed her, and that was really getting under my skin. All because it was coming from a guy who never missed one fucker. But there was no question that she was different.

The boys went to the bar. The family of the club was getting ready for tonight. Zara, Holly’s mum, was helping the club girls. I did notice Hades was quick to pull her into the kitchen, though. No sane person would go in there if they didn’t want to be shot. Swear I even saw the man unzipping his jeans before the door closed.

Kobra whacked my shoulder, and I nearly fucking jumped. “Creed, ya seen my sister lately?” he asked.

“No, why?” I looked at Kobra. He had a frown on his face.

“She and Ivy have been keeping a low profile.”

He got called away before I could question him more on it, which fucking made my blood boil. Storming out through the clubhouse door, I pulled my phone out. Fuck it, I was calling her. Something was wrong. Kobra would normally never ask me shit. As I walked, I unlocked the garage. I couldn’t lie and say I was actually looking forward to Hades’s birthday party. And I was the first to call myself a pussy for that.

But the real reason I was a pussy? Because I didn’t call her.

6

Holly

Dad’s birthday—or any birthday—was a reason to celebrate in my eyes, especially knowing Dad had survived another year. He wasn’t taken by the road or the MC—or by Mum, for that matter. The club was filled with members and their family. Even the club girls were more covered up, to respect the wives.

I had been keeping the kids entertained when Dad was standing in the doorway to the boardroom, which was normally off-limits to everyone. Still, the kids tonight had blankets over the boardroom table, and it was the only place in the clubhouse that didn’t have spare guns—because, no weapons during church.

“You okay?” I asked Dad after putting the last blanket over the table for the kids’ fort.

“Have you seen your mother?” It wasn’t what Dad asked that sent my alarm bells off but his tone. He was uneasy. Had they fought?

“No, but I can find her,” I said just as someone called Dad’s name, making him grit his teeth. I heard him mutter “I hate fucking birthdays” as he walked in their direction.

I scanned the clubhouse and found no sign of the stunning blonde that was my mother. I headed for the kitchen when I noticed a few club girls at the door.

“Everything okay?” I asked, and they were quick to look in any direction but mine and moved like their asses were on fire.

I opened the door, and Mum was standing in the large commercial kitchen, crying.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked, letting the door swing shut behind me. My mum didn’t cry. Ever.

“What did Dad do?” Because if there was one person that could make Mum cry, it was Dad. Now it made sense why he was looking for her. “I know he is my father but seriously.”

“Holly, stop,” Mum said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I fucked up,” she added but wouldn’t look at me.

I moved around her. Why was I getting a feeling like something else was going on here? Finally, I gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look at me.

“Kincaids don’t cry,” I said firmly, something my dad would always say. “We cause the crying.”

“I doubt I will be a Kincaid much longer.” Mum’s words came out broken, and she was shaking. It was at this exact moment that Dad walked through the door behind her, and she didn’t hear it. “I’m pregnant, Holly,”

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