“Him?” I asked, my eyes filling with unshed tears.
“Yeah, it was a boy. She’d just gotten the results from some blood test and all she did was cry because you weren’t fucking there to tell.”
For a few short months, I had a son.
“What happened?” My voice caught at the end of my question. Emotion welled up inside me for the woman and child I’d tried to push from my memory.
“I went to check on her and found her bleeding on the floor, unconscious. I got her help, and I held her in my arms when the doctor told her your son was gone.”
I felt tears burn the back of my eyes. I’d never asked Justin for any of the details after he told me. By then I’d been declared dead, and she was a widow. She was young; she could move on with her life.
“She wasn’t meant for this life. She’s moved on.”
“No, she hasn’t,” a voice said from the door.
I turned to find Romeo standing there.
“What the hell would you know about it?”
“I saw her last Christmas,” he offered lazily, leaning against the door. He was the only man I knew who could go from sloth to psycho in less than three seconds. He gave off an easy Southern charm. People often mistook him for a lazy swamp rat. What they didn’t know was that swamp kids grew up fighting alligators and came out deadlier.
I stood up slowly, not wanting to spook him, but my anger that he’d spent any time with Morgan was beginning to heat up.
“What the fuck were you doing in Rosewood?”
“My cousin got married.”
“Sugar? Wasn’t she already married?” I’d met Rome’s family. His cousin, Gator, was the president of the Bourbon Kings. People wondered why they didn’t run the club together, seeing as they were as close as brothers. But Rome said Gator was too fucking crazy for him.
That was a scary thought.
“Nah, she killed that abusive bastard. Another cousin. But I saw Morgan while I was there.”
“Did you talk to her?” Romeo shook his head. King had been quiet since Rome walked in. “Then how the fuck do you know anything?”
“I talked to her mama.” He smiled. “She’s the only one in Rosewood that knows anything about you.”
My eyes narrowed. He had to be fucking lying. I knew Morgan told her mom. But I figured she’d tell her friends, too.
“Devlyn doesn’t know?”
Devlyn Never was Morgan’s best friend. I swore I knew more about the woman than I did my own sister. Devlyn was now married to Romeo’s cousin, Gator, and living in Louisiana.
Which meant Morgan was alone.
“Well, I’m not surprised. Morgan wasn’t meant for this life. I’m sure her business keeps her busy.”
“What do you know about her business?” King asked, taking a step forward. “I thought you hadn’t seen her?”
“I haven’t.”
I shoved my way past them both, headed downstairs and out the front door. I called over my shoulder, “Tell Zombie I’m on my way.”
“Romeo, Shotgun, Ace, Big Ben, and Archie, go with him,” King bellowed as he followed me outside.
“I don’t need fucking babysitters. I’ve done just fine on my own.”
“You weren’t president then. And asyourpresident, suck it up, buttercup.” King smirked, then turned and walked back into the clubhouse.
