I sat up, and pulled the sheets up to cover myself. “One of them wasn’t in the clubhouse and we don’t know what his plans are.”
“He’ll seek retribution,” she said, her voice full of panic. “He’ll blow your clubhouse up.”
“We don’t know about that…he’s travelling with kids and even though he appears to be coming down here for you, we just don’t know what his plan is.”
“Kids? Why would any of them be traveling with kids?”
“Your brother Bran had a kid right?”
“Well, yeah Bran had two kids and Colm had four I think,” she said. “But they never saw them. Bran only had custody to see one kid and that’s because the mum was a junkie whore who didn’t care about him.”
“Turns out Bran was at home taking care of him when it happened,” I told her. “He hasn’t tried to reach out so we don’t know what his planis. We’re watching him.”
She seemed to be taking this really well. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to come out that turned her against me. Her family were pieces of shit, sure, but knowing that they were dead was different. This definitely wasn’t what I expected.
“Did you wait until you’d fucked me to tell me this?” she asked me, her eyes turning glacial. She got off the bed and bent to retrieve her clothing.
And there it was.
“No,” I tried to stop her, but I knew she probably needed to run from me right now. “I wanted to tell you this whole time, but I was told to keep it from you.”
“And you always do what you’re told to do,” she spat. “Clearly not,Rebel.”
She grabbed onto the door handle and opened the door but stopped in her tracks, slowly turning back to me.
“Did you sayBranwas the one taking care of his kid?”
“Well, yeah, it’s his kid.”
“Bran never looked after anything in his life and if it meant giving up a party, there’s no way. He didn’t love his kids, just like my dad didn’t love any of us.”
Shit, none of us would have thought about that.
“So, who would it be?”
“The only person, other than Keefe, who would look after any of the next generation was Riagan.”
“Your eldest brother?”
She nodded. “And out of all of us, he and Bran looked the most alike.”
“Would he come after you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I never really thought he cared enough, but if Dad had a deal with someone and I was that payment then maybe.”
“No one is going to take you, Darby,” I said. “I promise.”
“I bet you make a lot of promises, Rebel. Right now, I don’t want to hear them.”
She slammed the door after her and stomped down to her room. At least she couldn’t get out without the code but everything she’d just told me was more than a little interesting and was definitely something the club needed to know.
I grabbed my phone and called Wolf. He knew the Destructive Sons the best, so if he wasn’t sure of who he was looking at, I needed to know why.
SIX
Darby
I’d chosen not to talk to Rebel all day, and he’d left me alone. I was thankful for that but there had been a few times I’d heard him outside the bedroom door, just hovering. Part of me wanted to open the door, to say I wasn’t mad about my family being gone, and ultimately I wasn’t. I was sad about Keefe, but not them. That should make me a monster, right? They were still my family even if I hated them, I should feel some form of something…right?
