“No.” Wrath dragged a hand over his beard. “Out of his office, Sierra. Now.”
“I actually need to talk to her,” I countered, and Sierra peeked her head out.
“Hey, Stoney.”
“Sundance said you were able to help him fix his email issue, and I need something a little more complicated than a google search.”
“I didn’t do anything Violet or Drake couldn’t do,” she countered.
Letti and Drake were Sundance’s youngest kids. Orion was his oldest, and their mother had been dead for more than ten years. Sundance had married Wyatt not long ago, and my president finally seemed settled. He deserved it. He’d beat cancer, only to be faced with threats from a rival club. The bullshit he’d had to deal with would have broken a weaker man, but Wyatt seemed to keep Sundance on an even keel. They worked perfectly.
“Well, Violet and Drake aren’t here, so do you think you can help me?” I asked.
“Depends on what it is,” she said.
“I need to find the address of someone who’s unlisted.”
Her eyes darted to Wrath, then back to me. “I’m not sure if I’m that skilled, but I can try.”
I gave her everything I knew, then grabbed a beer and made my way to the bunkroom. I needed a few minutes alone to process. Sitting on one of the lower bunkbeds, I pulled the letter out and read it again.
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Stoney, this letteris probably going to piss you off, and I’m sorry. I’m in the process of working my steps, and I need to make amends with you. We have a child. A little boy. Felix. I don’t really know how to tell you, so I’m taking the coward’s way out by writing this, but just know that I don’t expect anything from you. Please forgive me, Ria.
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Ishook my head. Jesus, I had a kid. I planned on taking a paternity test, but I already knew the answer would be positive. I remember the time in the morning with Maria. I’d woken hard and her soft ass was pressed against my dick and I went in. I remember being pissed that I’d been so caught up in her pussy that I’d forgotten a fuckin’ condom. She was right. We’d both been drunk, and she was a fuckin’ hoot when she was drunk.
At least, I think she was. I didn’t know her, so I had no idea if she was like that any time she was drunk, but if she owed bad people money, she may have been a bit of a loose cannon. And she obviously didn’t care who she fucked, considerin’ she jumped into my bed after meeting me for all of five minutes.
But I also got the feeling Sabrina had been gutted by her sister’s death, so there was more there than I knew. In my experience, families who’d dealt with addicts for a long period of time tended to get fed up and distance themselves. Sabrina still seemed devastated, which led me to believe something else was going on. And I intended to find out everything.
A knock came at the door and I bid them entry. Sundance pushed the door open and stepped inside. “You good?”
“No fuckin’ clue.” I sighed. “I already apologized to Wyatt, but that apology extends to you. I didn’t mean to be so rough with your woman, man.”
“She told me. We’re good.”
I nodded my thanks.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asked, and I held out the letter. He took it, read it, then handed it back with a, “Fuck.”
“Exactly,” I said.
Sundance sat on the edge of the bunkbed across from me and settled his elbows on his knees. “What are you gonna do?”
“If this kid’s mine, I’m gonna do what’s right.” I mimicked his position. “I’m just not sure Sabrina’s gonna be onboard with that. I also don’t know what the fuck to do with a kid.”
My president smiled. “You just be you. You’re good with people, brother. Old or young, so I don’t think you’re gonna have a problem there. What’s gonna be hard is fitting in with the only family he’s ever known and finding your place within it.”
“Yeah,” I said, dragging my hands through my hair. “How the fuck do you do that when they’re high class to the hilt?”
Sundance chuckled. “You be nice. You’re nice, so that won’t be a problem.”
“I’m notthatnice,” I countered, and Sundance dropped his head back and laughed.
“You’ll figure it out,” he said. “I’m gonna get a beer, you want one?”
