“What are we talking about, Becca?”
“The plan. Secrets. Keeping everything from me. The fucking truth about me,” I spat, knowing he must have dug up somethingabout my family because he would never keep secrets from me unless I was in danger.
Shit.
“I wanted to tell you about it. Bulldog begged me to keep his secret, sweet girl. He was more than a friend and brother in the club. He was my fucking family.”
What secret? I turned confused eyes to the trio of bikers who shook their heads.
“Hang up,” Void whispered. “Please, Becs.”
He never called me that. Only Sydney, my best friend, and my father. No one else.
“His secret.” I grew angry thinking about it. “That what? I’m not his child?”
It was a joke—a stab in the dark. I didn’t mean it when I said the words.
Three big, muscled men wearing leather paled.
I had guessed the secret.
“Becca.” Hades sounded tortured. “You weren’t supposed to find out.”
“Why? Because I’m too fragile? Just the daughter of a dead club member, but not patched in? Not good enough to learn the truth?”
My voice cracked on the last word, and I turned accusing eyes on Rev, Diesel, and Void.
“You all knew, and you kept it from me.”
No one denied it.
“I’m adopted.”
“Yeah, sweet girl, but that doesn’t change—”
I hung up on him.
“You are all liars,” I ground out with clenched teeth. “I trusted you. Gave myself to you.” I tapped my heart. “I fucking loved all of you.”
Tears filled my eyes, and I spun around, ignoring my phone as it rang. I didn’t have anything to say to Hades. Nothing that would be civil.
I fucking knew something was off. I felt it. It was the reason I went to talk to Hades in his office. And he fucking looked right into my eyes and lied.
I snatched my keys and purse and rushed into the garage, ignoring the guys as they tried to follow me.
Diesel tried to get inside and yanked on the handle, but I slammed the lock on all the doors. Not a single one of these liars could fix this right now.
Rev pounded on the window, but I wouldn’t look at him. I had to get out of here even if it meant I drove out into a snowstorm. Alone.
“Becca!” Void shouted. “Don’t! It’s getting icy out there!”
I didn’t care.
The garage door had lifted as they tried to stop me, and I backed out, slipping on the driveway before I slid onto the street. Since coming home from the tattoo parlor, the snow had steadily fallen, accumulating faster than I would have thought possible.
Snow was being dumped like God had a huge bucket and tipped it over onto the whole planet. Wind gusts pushed against my little SUV, and I had to grip the wheel hard to keep from sliding off the road.
This was probably the stupidest thing I’d ever done, but I had to get out of that house. Sydney would understand. I bet she would have done the same thing in my shoes.
