“Hey there.” I crouch down, making sure to keep my voice soft. “What’s your name?”
She stares at me for a moment before removing her thumb. “Rica,” she murmurs.
“Hi, Rica. I’m Will, and this is my older brother, Nick.”
“Are you bad men?” she asks, looking from me to Nick.
“No.” I shake my head. “We’re here to make sure everyone is okay.”
“Mommy says Daddy died. That all the bad men did.”
I look up at Nick, who’s scowling down at her. “Who’s your daddy, kid?”
Rica looks up at Nick, and I watch the two of them. Then it clicks. Fucking hell, the two of them could be twins. She looks exactly like Nick when he was that age. Long hair and all.
“A killer,” she says, sticking her thumb back into her mouth.
My heart starts to race. “Do you mean Killer?” I ask her. “Is his name Killer?”
She brings her bright blue eyes back to mine and slowly nods.
“Fucking hell!” Nick curses, making Rica’s eyes dart back to him. He blows out a breath and runs a hand through his hair. “Who’s your mother?”
Rica glares at Nick.
“Rica, sweetie. Who’s your mommy?”
She pulls her finger from her mouth. “Everyone calls her Julia, but Daddy calls her a stupid bitch.”
Nick snorts, and I shoot a glare his way.
“What? She is,” Nick adds, unhelpfully.
I look back at Rica. “Wanna know something?” Rica nods. “Killer is our dad, too. That means we’re your big brothers.” My voice cracks just saying it. We have a baby sister, and she was growing up in this dump with all these sick, fucked up men.
Rica’s little eyes light up. “Really?”
“Yup.” I smile, nodding. “You have another brother, too. His name is Ian, but he’s not here. He’s at home with our Omega.”
“Your Omega?” Julia’s voice shrieks as she comes around the front of the compound. “You have an Omega?”
I stand to my feet and glare at her. “You didn’t think to mention back there that we have a sister?” I hiss. “Look at her. She’s filthy. You were in there getting drunk while your daughter is running around in this death trap of a place? She doesn’t even have any fucking shoes.”
Julia scowls, lifting Rica into her arms. “Don’t you judge me! You have no idea how hard it is to raise a kid. Her father just died. I’m mourning.”
“The world doesn’t fucking stop just because someone dies,” Nick growls. “You're not mourning shit. Don’t lie, you’re happy that fucker is dead. No one is sad to see him go. Don’t use that as an excuse for being a shitty mom. You would think after bitching at the old man for years to finally give you a kid of your own,you’d be a better mother to her than you ever were to us. Guess it wasn’t because we weren't blood, you're just a crappy person.”
“Stay away from me.AndRica,” she growls.
Nick steps forward. “You better get your shit together, or we’ll do it for you,” Nick warns.
Julia’s eyes flash with fear before she takes off with Rica, rushing back into the clubhouse.
“Christ,” Nick snarls. “A little sister? How many more siblings do we have running around here? I thought the old man got his balls snipped?”
I run a hand over my face. “I thought so too.”
“Maybe she cheated on him, and it’s not his.”
