I grabbed the card, and looked down, seeing his name in its entirety for the first time. My gut dropped.
Fuck.
Chaos was bailed up at the door by two familiar faces. I grunted, unsure if I could handle the bullshit we were about to walk into but with no other exit, we were forced to endure it. Chaos was laying it on thick with Tee as she pawed at him, flirting and grinding her body against him.
God.
Tori turned to see me coming toward them, a flirty smile on her face as she closed the distance, running her hands over my shirt, and trying to weasel her fingers under it. I held her hands away from me.
“We’re leaving.”
“Come on, Reaper,” she crooned. “I can make you feel real good. No one has to know.”
“I’ll know,” I said.
“You look all pent up. I’m sure we can both ease your stress, Prez.”
Tee had weaseled her way over to join Tori, the two of them coming at me with claws that looked like talons, and faces with so much makeup, I was fearful the local Priceline would need to close down. Who knew what the two of these women actually looked like?
I had to admit. There would have been a time I’d easily take them out back, have them suck me dry and ride home. I hated to admit it, with the way I was feeling about the revelations about Rowan tonight, I may even have thought I could do it, but if everything turned out okay with us, and it turned out to be an innocent omission, I’d never win her trust back, especially with the way Tee treated her, even after I told her Rowan was mine.
“No,” I said, a little more forceful than was necessary. Chaos rolled his eyes and distracted them while I made my exit. Heading to my bike, I waited for Chaos to join me. Looking down at the card Raf had given me, I took note of his name.
In all the years I had known him, I’d never known him as anything other than Raf. Seeing his full name, recognition sparked, and I felt my stomach churn violently.
Everything was too fucking connected and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like being on the receiving end of not knowing shit that I should. Tracing my fingers over the letters, I tried to find a wayto bring this up without causing a scene. But maybe that’s what it called for.
Chaos finally joined me, his face covered in bright red lipstick, his neck and chest also covered.
“I’m surprised you didn’t let them use your cock for a minute.”
“It was tempting,” he said, but I could hear the lie in his tone. He was falling for Frankie, which meant we were both in the shit, romantically speaking.
“Here,” I said, as I handed him the card. He looked down and then back up at me.
“Bianchi?”
Nodding, I started my bike. “We need to get Trojan onto that. We need to know everything.”
Rafael was a Bianchi.
And so was Ro.
What the fuck was going on?
Rowan
My body ached in the best way. I could feel the ache in my muscles from where Reaper had squeezed his fingers into them as he pounded me so hard I’d passed the fuck out. Opening my eyes, I found myself alone in the bed.
Disappointed that he hadn’t been who I woke up on, I stretched and sat up, turning quickly when I noticed someone sitting in a chair next to the bed.
“Jesus, fuck, Wyatt.”
I held my hand over my chest, trying to calm my pounding heart. Turning back to him, I saw the grim look on his face.
One I hadn’t seen him have with me. Suddenly, my anxiety peaked. “What’s wrong?”
“You told me you didn’t know who your father was.”
