“I have someone with me, and I don’t need my son dropped on the floor.”
Declan has a baby?
He pushed the door open and stepped aside, letting me in.
I recognized the woman who gasped immediately. She’d been my shadow as a child. Maureen.
I heard a man curse and turned my head to see Cormac Delaney. I shook my head. But then I stared at the silent man across the room. His eyes filled with tears as he slowly walked forward. He pulled me into his arms and whispered, “Big sister.”
“Little brother,” I cried as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Chapter Fifty-Two
King
I sat at the bar waiting for the men to file out of my clubhouse. Morpheus hadn’t come back after he stormed out when Jackson called him on his shit. Snoopy sat at a table with Popeye. I knew they wouldn’t leave. Not before I brought Grace home.
I considered sending Jingles to go get her and sneak her in upstairs in our room and let the bastard stew while he waited all fucking night. But I couldn’t help the curiosity that ran through my head knowing that the woman who gave birth to me was a few miles down the road.
“What are you gonna do?” Reaper asked. He sat on one side of me, and Montana sat on the other.
“Who the fuck knows.” I sighed. “It all had to happen on the same fucking night.” I downed my whiskey and stood. “First thing I need to do is go talk to my brother.”
“Which one?” Montana asked with a smirk.
I smacked the back of his head as he took a drink. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“It’s the only thing he’s good at,” Reaper teased.
“When Brandy gets back over here, have her find you two a room. Jackson is in the one you used last time.”
“What the fuck?!”
I shrugged. “Brother trumps president.”
I walked away as Montana laughed and Reaper cussed me out. Making my way upstairs, I knocked on the door to my brother’s room and was surprised when Karlyn answered.
“I didn’t know you were back.”
“Eros brought me in through the back. Jackson called.”
I nodded. “Is he awake?”
“Yeah, I’m awake. I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Good, ’cause that’s not why I’m here.” I sat in a chair in the corner of the room. My forearms rested on my thighs as my hands hung clasped together between my knees. Jackson was propped up in bed. Some of his color had returned, but he shouldn’t have come downstairs. “Did you pull any stitches with that fucking stunt?”
Jackson rolled his eyes at me. “My stitches are fine. Why the fuck are you here? Just spit it out.”
I looked at Karlyn and nodded toward Jackson. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she sat on the bed next to him and took his hand.
“I don’t even know how to say this shit. So I’m just gonna rip the Band-Aid off. Our mother is alive.”
I saw my brother’s body stiffen. “What the fuck?!”
“Yeah,” I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face. “I called the Twisted Dragons a few weeks ago and asked Dread to locate her grave and our brother’s grave. Well, he found her. Alive and well.”
“Is she downstairs?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper.
