“One, I’m not your brother any longer, I handed in my cut yesterday, so no, they aren’t the same thing, and two, where is Caleb?” I say, noticing a certain little guy is definitely missing.
Normally, he would have run in.
Caleb, the cute fucking kid, is his whole world despite how he was conceived.
His mama, well, she’s a patch chaser through and through, she heard how Trigger married Ashley as soon as she said she was pregnant with Cole and decided to try that tactic herself by poking holes in his fucking condoms like a crazy bitch. When she gave birth, her plan to snatch a club brother failed when Dirty got full custody of his son.
Now she barely sees him, and when she does, the kid tries to run the other way.
“He’s at a friend's for the night,” Dirty admits, “Though this friend is a girl, so I’m not sure how I feel about it.”
I raise a brow, “Brother, the kid is now six, I’m sure him having a sleepover with a girl is perfectly normal.”
Dirty points at me as a grin overtakes his face as he snaps, “Ha, told you you're still a brother,” and I groan making him cackle, the fucker.
Years of calling them brothers, it’ll take a lot to get out of that mindset, fuck, I only patched in to begin with because of Doc, and Dirty knows this. I really don’t know why he wants to push me on this.
I never wanted to be around the club, around my mother, and becoming a brother stopped being my dream when my father became distant and began fucking Tiffany.
Sighing, Dirty walks over to me and takes a seat on the tire I’ve yet to put back on the bike and admits, “It isn’t the girl that’s the problem, not really, it’s her mama.”
I furrow my brows as I sit back and give him my whole attention and demand, “Explain, brother,” the word slipping out yet again making him grin but I ignore it.
Dirty has never mentioned a woman before.
He winces seeing I’m not going to let him out of this and he sighs, “The woman is Caleb's teacher, and I haven’t met her yet. She’s only been at the school for a few months. I’ve met the kid’s uncle, or at least I think he’s the uncle but he’s the one who picked Caleb up, and the fact I haven’t met her mother is unnerving, especially considering my son wants to set us up on a fucking date.”
I snort before a laugh escapes me, and he scowls my way but it doesn’t stop my humor, especially realizing now why he’s pissed his son has gone on a sleepover.
Okay, so we brothers, most of us anyhow, don’t want to settle down. Growing up in the club, we see a lot, including our fathers, our uncles, our fucking family, treat the women of the club like shit. We see them cheating, and sometimes, like my case, we see our mothers, our aunts straying on the men who gave them everything. It puts you off, fuck, it definitely put me off more ways than one no thanks to my mother, but when we meet the girl of our dreams, the one who sends electric sparks throughout us, the one who gives us the urge to grab hold of her and never let her go, to protect her always. We claim her without a second thought and refuse to let her go.
Stone did it with Rose despite being married, though his ex-wife did try to trap him. The idiot married her withoutlooking at the medical report first. He divorced his patch-chaser wife without her knowing and married Rose, again, without her knowing, before having a fight to keep her when she thought she was the other woman. Doc did it with Brit despite being pressured into marrying the con senator's daughter who knocked Brit out and caused her to lose her memories. She gave birth alone and confused before Doc finally found her again before nearly walking down the aisle to the bitch to save the club.
Literally, it was right before his wedding. Dirty shouted he’d found Brit five minutes before he had to stand at the altar.
Anchor was the same. His girl was in a relationship, one she was forced to be in which the idiot didn’t know and he grabbed hold of her tightly but after falling in love, he saw something. He took it the wrong way and hurt her believing she was hurting him only for the woman to be sold to the now wiped out Pillars, being raped for nineteen fucking months and then you have me and Jas.
We were both from different worlds but had controlling parents, which I think is what drew me to her instantly, the pain in her beautiful eyes.
I knew she was mine, I knew I wanted forever with her, despite my fucked up past. I moved her in with me, bought a couple of labs, and fell deeply in love with her. Only for her to leave without a word, having my child in secret, taking away my chance at fatherhood.
We brothers, when we fall, we fall hard and fast and then we blank and don’t think about the pain we could be put in, we forget about what we grew up with, fuck Trigger was nearing eleven when he claimed Ash. Dirty, however, well, he doesn’t believe in love, not since realizing Caleb's mama was using him for his patch.
He thought he loved her, but after seeing that he didn’t want to be near her and backed away a little after a few months offucking, he understood it was just lust he felt for her. When he tried ending their regular fucks, she told him she was pregnant with a fucking smirk, and he knew she trapped him and the fucker ended up being put off the wholeonecrap. I’m calling it crap because my one left me and kept me from my child so I’m now having a hard time with it all as well.
Fucking women. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them, I just don’t know how I can get around the whole broken trust shit with Jas, because she has, she’s broken my trust and my fucking heart.
“It isn’t funny, Lo, the kid won’t let the fucking notion go!” he growls, and I smirk before I sigh and ask, “Why not just meet her?”
“Because I don’t want to, I don’t want my son getting the wrong fucking idea, I mean, look at the shit all of you have done!” he snaps.
I raise a brow and remind him, “I did fuck all wrong except lose my heart and have it torn to shreds.”
“But she’s back,” Dirty says, and we lock eyes as he states, “I got a facial recognition brother, she’s back.”
“I know,” I admit, causing his mouth to part, but he soon sucks in a breath when I state, “She had my child in secret.”
“What the fuck,” he snaps instantly, anger for me radiating, and I chuckle darkly as I drop the rag on the floor.
