Mace let me go and I staggered back hitting the bed with the back of my knees. He didn’t say anything else, just went straight out of the roomand slammed the door behind him. I heard the lock engage and then the sound of Lily screaming at him. He didn’t say anything back, it was all her, yelling and screaming.
I sat down on the bed and stared at the door, still trying to figure out what the hell she just said. Daughter? Did she mean she was…related to me? She had to be lying. She wasn’t my sister. No chance. We didn’t look anything alike, she didn’t even look anything like Danica. My eyes were moving rapidly around the room. I didn’t know what was happening, but Lily had either been quietened, left or hopefully Mace killed her ass.
The shock of what just happened suddenly fell away, numbness taking over me, as I remembered the words she’d said before I attacked her.‘Just like I killed Connor.’I’d tried so hard not to cry while I was here. I didn’t want to give anyone here my tears, I could keep that shit inside but not now.
Not hearing that Connor was gone.
The tears tracked down my cheeks, moving slowly, like they were as reluctant to make their journey over my skin as I was to shed them. It took me a while to realise Mace had come back into the room.
I stared up into his green eyes. He looked terrifying. He was so angry his rage barely contained beneath his skin. He’d been pissed at Lily for what she had done. I didn’t know this guy, I couldn’t guarantee he wasn’t going to hurt me for attacking a woman from his club.
“What did she mean?” I asked him.
His eyes roamed over me, if he was concerned about blood on my hands from where her nails raked my skin, he didn’t show it. He shook his head as he stood in the middle of the room, just staring at me. It was amazing how unreadable this guy was. He clearly scared Lily, and the President hadn’t wanted to stand up to him either. Danica kept him in the room but he hadn’t acknowledged her in any meaningful way.
“Is she Danica’s daughter?” I asked. Still nothing. “Fuck you,” I huffed out.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
My first inclination was to tell him to fuck off, but I did need to go and I should clean up the cuts on my hands, fuck knew where Lily had been. “You gonnacuff me?”
He rolled his eyes and went to the door, waving a hand for me to get a move on. I used the bathroom and cleaned up then went back into the room, he followed me.
“I’ll bring you some food,” he headed for the door but turned back. “That won’t happen again.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked again, but quieter, less confrontational.
As expected, I didn’t get an answer from him. But he had hesitated. I brushed my hair back and looked up at him. He wasn’t looking at me though, his eyes were on the door. I stayed quiet, waiting, but in the end he didn’t have the guts to face me. He strode out, shut and locked the door.
After a while, I crawled to the top of the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I was so full of despair, once the tears started, they wouldn’t stop coming. I’d spent so long away from them, not knowing what he had gone through, how he had grown and changed over the years, and the person he’d become after his accident. I’d barely had more than a few weeks with him and now he wasgone?
I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking of Warren. This would kill him. Not being able to find me would make it a million times worse. The boisterous happy-go-lucky joker we grew up with. The man who was fighting to keep himself together despite his injuries. The man my brother loved. I didn’t need to use any twin bond to know my brother would be broken in two. I couldn’t stop it, the dam broke, and the tears poured from my eyes.
He’d died because of me. He hadn’t known what was coming for him and that broke my heart even more. I tried not to imagine what it had been like for him in his final moments, jamming my fists into my eyes to try and make the images go away. I had nothing else to do but sit here and think.
And not just about Connor, or my brother and Hudson. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Lily said. Or Kristy, whatever. I got the feeling Mace didn’t want to say anything because he didn’t want to confirm what she said, but the longer I sat there thinking about it, the more I started to believe her. Why would she lie? Where would a lie like that come from?
And, she behaved exactly the same way Danica did. High and mighty and full of her own self-importance. I wondered about how she could live with the Devil’s Chaos for over a year, pretended to be that person, married to one of them. What could be so damn important that she was willing to go through with that. Which got me to thinking about Omen.
He was one of the brothers and he’d turned on the club. Not to mention I was fairly sure with all the cameras at the compound, and Omen and Lily missing, they will know who took me by now. My father would never let that lie, I didn’t know how they dealt with traitors, I’d like to think they just kicked them out, but given what was going on at the moment, what Omen’s betrayal had started, I didn’t think he was getting out of this alive.
I could go mad trying to figure it all out. I had to speak to Danica again, I needed to know what she wanted from me. I needed answers. But I didn’t know where I was going to get them from because Danica was on a trip. Jesus, this was turning into some kind of insane, twisted soap opera. My evil long lost sister and my believed dead mom…
I needed a distraction. Turning on the TV I flicked to the shopping channel, the only thing even remotely worth watching, it was more about the sound, the silence left me to get lost in my thoughts too easily.
Mace came back with food about an hour later. He placed it on the table beside the bed. I glanced up at him. He seemed like he wanted to say something. But I was done. I wasn’t about to try and talk to this guy anymore, he was the one keeping me here against my will. The one watching me through a camera but hadn’t seen what Lily was up to.
I wasn’t hungry now. The thought of eating made me feel sick. He placed a bottle of water down beside the food.
“I stepped out to make a call. I wouldn’t have let her in here otherwise.”
“Scared Danica will have your ass for letting me get hurt,” I scoffed without looking at him. “Why is Danica holding me here?” I wasn’t ready to stop asking questions. “I want to speak to her. You need to tell her to come back.”
“I do?”
“Don’t make out like you’re happy with this situation. I can see it written all over your face you have better things to do.”
“I do,” he repeated, not a question, and for the first time, I saw the real irritation in his features, his stony façade slipping slightly. He really was pissed about thisassignment. “Trust me, you wouldn’t want anyone else here keeping an eye on you.”
