“Ravage.”
“And how the hell does that make us brothers?”
“When my mother changed her name after I was born, she became Gretchen Foster.”
“How did Jane Craven end up on my fucking birth certificate?” he growled. He was angry. I understood it. Angerwas easier to express than hurt. You could hide behind anger. I’d been doing it for months.
“Morpheus was supposed to marry Jane. I don’t know all the ins and outs, but somehow Kalden ended up with Morpheus in the club and Jane ended up with you.”
“So my mother—” he paused and looked at me. “Ourmother gave away two children?”
“From what Sypher told me, Jane threatened her. And me. Told her that if she didn’t give you up, she would not only kill her, but me as well.”
“Jane knew about you?”
“Yes. It had to have been the midwife who delivered me, because she was the only person outside of my parents and my brother who knew who I really was. From what I understand, theSocietywas everywhere.”
“Where is she now?”
“Jane is dead.”
“Not fucking Jane. Our mother. Where the fuck is she now?”
“She passed away seven years ago.”
“FUCK!” Ravage shouted and then punched three fucking holes in my wall. But I didn’t say a word. I’d been through this. I knew exactly what he was feeling. What he was going through. He could put fifty holes in the wall and I would let him. That’s why we had prospects. I remembered the pain and guilt I felt when I found out she was gone.
A few weeks ago...
“Who the fuck is Gretchen Foster?” I growled as Sal looked at me and said, “She’s your mother Darcy.” Sal exhaled. “She changed her name again after that to Bridgit Mahoney. Duane found her in California. Her son was killed, and she died shortly after.”
“But Ravage is alive. What son are you talking about?” Blade asked.
Sal sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s all the information we’ve been able to find up to now. I don’t know who the other son is or where she is buried.”
I stood up and left the room. I walked down to my office and slammed the door. I’d already known this information. Sal had already dropped that bomb, so why the fuck was this hitting me so fucking hard again?
“King,” Jack said quietly as he stepped into my office and closed the door. “I know it sucks, man.”
I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to scream that he didn’t know what the fuck I was going through. But he did. He also learned who is parents were after they were dead.
“I didn’t know her. Didn’t even know she existed until a few fucking months ago. How can you grieve someone who means nothing to you?”
“She doesn’t mean nothing to you. She means everything, Prez. She was your mother. She gave you life. You grieve the fact that you never had her. You grieve the life you could have.”
“I had a good fucking life, Jack.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t the one you were supposed to have. And it’s okay to grieve that loss. Talk to Haizley, man. She’s helped me work through all this shit and then some.”
What they didn’t know was, I had been talking to Haizley. Since Sal left the last time. This shit didn’t get easier. All it did was bring up more shit. Shit I didn’t want to deal with.
“Let’s get back.”
“Did you meet her?” he asked, his back to me.
“No. I only found out about her in December. I found out about you a few weeks ago.”
He turned around and glared at me. “Maureen?”
