“I made a call,” I said, my eyes on the floor. “A guy I know who’s good at finding things. Thought maybe he could find where she was buried. I gave him everything I knew.”
I looked up at her. “Did Declan tell you I have a brother?”
“He did,” she said softly. “Have you met him?”
“Briefly. He was in my clubhouse. I was looking right at him and had no idea.”
“What about her other son? The one who died?”
“My guy is looking for him too.”
“Does Sal know?” she asked.
“I’m sure he’ll find out. He seems to know more about my fucking life than I want him to.”
“He loves you.”
I scoffed as I walked back and sat beside her on the couch, laying my head against the back. “I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything.” She smiled.
“When you’re at the clubhouse, I need you to stay in the kitchen unless I’m with you.”
“Why?”
I tilted my head to look at her. “You know I love you. But with that belly, you can’t move fast. Declan would never forgive me ifsomething happened to you and that baby. I would never forgive myself. I’m gonna have the guys reinforce the door to the pantry, and put a bolt on the inside. If something like what happened yesterday happens again, I want you in that pantry until Declan or one of my guys comes for you. No arguments. You and Colleen both.”
“I promise. I just need to be at the clubhouse right now.”
I raised my arm and wrapped it around her shoulders as her eyes started to water. “He loved you. I know he asked you to marry him every day, but he thought of you like a mom. He never had a mom growing up.”
“I’m gonna miss him so fucking much.”
Chapter Four
Grace
The clubhouse was the quietest I had ever seen it. Everyone was here, even Ryder and Ellie and the kids. Ace had tried to force Lily to come in, but she said she’d prefer to stay in Boulder with her boyfriend.
I didn’t know what Lily was doing with Bryce Caswell; he was so far from her type. At first, I thought she was trying to make Ben jealous, hoping he would come to his senses and pull his head out of his ass.
So far that hadn’t worked.
Most of these men had their heads up their asses. I watched Shotgun as he sat at a table staring at Avery, Ellie’s nanny. Ryder had threatened him with bodily harm if he went near her.
Then of course there was King.
The biggest ass there was.
I tried not to be angry with him. I knew he was trying to protect me, but I didn’t want his fucking protection. I wanted his love. Was that too much to fucking ask for? For the man I was in love with to love me back?
I thought about Aspen, and how Banshee had saidfuck youto her father. Sure, it was the opposite—Kronos had wanted him to marry Aspen—but the sentiment was still there.
I wanted King to sayfuck youto my father and take what he wanted. But the man was stubborn. And he was a fool. Steele didn’t care about me. He never had. He didn’t even know whoI was. He’d stood in this clubhouse on more than one occasion and looked me in the eye and said nothing.
Sometimes I wondered if he’d recognized me. He would get a look in his eye, like he was trying to place me. It didn’t surprise me, seeing as I looked just like my mother. But he never said a word.
He didn’t fucking care.
