I’ll be sure to ask her about this as well.
“Alright, sit down,” I mutter, pointing to the little table and chair set in the corner of the room as I pull out my phone and dial Pitch Black’s number.
He answers on the second ring. “What?”
“Need you or one of the others to come in here,” I say, keeping my gaze on Faith.
“On the way.”
Pulling the phone from my ear, I put it in my pocket at the same time I move across the room to place my gun, I’d still been holding, in my bag on top of the dresser, out of sight of Alec seeing it and possibly trying to grab it.
There’s a knock on the door before it opens. Stepping into the room, all four of my brothers step in. Eyes on Faith as they do so.
“What’s going on?” Tyres asks, turning to face me.
“Can one of you go down to Faith’s car and grab a bag for Alec?” I nod my head in Alec’s direction who was staring up at me as if he were to blink, I would disappear.
“Yeah, no problem,” Brake says, clearing his throat as he holds his hand in my direction.
“Thanks, brother.” Handing him the keys, I run a hand through my hair.
“Yep, which car?” he asks.
“Same one Faith had four years ago,” I mutter.
“Right,” he grumbles and turns to leave the room.
“I could have gone to get his bag,” Faith mumbles.
“Zip it, Faith,” I growl to which she narrows her gaze on me as she crosses her arms and murmurs something under her breath.
“Faith, we should have gone to Lawson,” Lyrica whispers, leaning into my wife causing me to stiffen.
“I–I couldn’t.” I want to know why but at the same time I don’t, because she came to me. Which means to me, she still trusts that I can protect her.
Fuck.
“Brother, you wanna explain some shit,” Tyres suggest.
“I would if I fuckin’ knew. But what I can gather is I’ve got a kid with my wife I didn’t know about and they just showed up at the door. Lyrica here keeps saying something about a fuckin’ lunatic and going to Lawson. So now I need my wife to explain shit to me.”
“Can you not cuss in front of Alec please?” Faith asks mutedly.
“Alec?” Pitch Black grumbles, looking from Faith to my son in the bed. “Holy shit, man he looks just like you.”
Turning to look at my kid again. I find him still staring at me.
“Daddy,” he whispers.
“He knows who you are.” I glance at Faith as she informs me of this to find her staring at the carpet again. She told him about me. My son knows who I am. What I look like and I didn’t know shit about him.
“How old is he?”
“Alec will be four in a couple months,” she says, and I can hear the pain in her voice. Faith doesn’t want to have this out in front of an audience and honestly, I don’t care. At the same time, I’m the one that fucked everything up back then. I could have been in my kid’s like this entire time if I hadn’t been a stupid fucker for making her leave. Then again, she could have contacted me at any point and told me about my son.
This shit is completely fucked, and I don’t know what to fuckin’ do. What I do know is my wife is finally in the same room as me and I’m not about to let her or our kid out of my sight.
Chapter Five
Faith
God this was a mistake.
A very big mistake.
I should have done as Lyrica keeps saying and gone to Lawson.
Alex looks ready to kill me with the way he keeps glaring in my direction.
Damnit.
Why didn’t I just go to Lawson again?
Oh, that’s right, my heart overtook my mind saying we needed to get to Alex. That he would be the only one to be able to help with this scenario.
Ugh. I’m so damn stupid.
Alex didn’t want me and now sitting in a chair in his motel room, I know he doesn’t. It’s evident in the way he called me his wife while speaking to his brothers.
Okay, so, I can’t say that since it’s my own fault that I never let him know about Alec. If I had, we could have maybe figured things out. Or at least I could have stayed close in order for us to raise our son together.
God, I’m stupid. Far more stupid than I ever thought.
I’ve always believed in fairy tales coming true. Why couldn’t I just stop loving this man? I can sense he despises me. For reasons I can understand but at the same time confuse the hell out of me since he’s the one that told me to leave. That he didn’t want to be with me anymore.
Shit.
I sound like a whiny, clingy bitch right now.
Stop. I don’t need him, and he can’t tell me what to do.
Standing up, I take a step forward. “Alex, I’ll just go to Lawson. I’m sorry I brought this to your doorstep,” I mutter without meeting his gaze head on.
“Great idea,” Lyrica puts in quietly from next to me.
Tension that was already filling the room erupts. “Woman, swear to fuckin’ God, don’t start that bullshit. You’re my fuckin’ wife, not Lawson’s and I’m not letting you leave with my kid when I just found out about him,” Alex snaps.
Oh.
My.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this furious and I only have myself to blame.
“Alex . . .”
“Zip it, Faith,” he snarls, interrupting me. “Fuse, brother, can Lyrica hang with you for a bit.”
“I don’t think so,” Lyrica protests in a huff.
“Yeah, sure, Axel,” Fuse mutters, his brow furrowed as he glares at my friend.
“I’m not going anywhere with him. I don’t know him. Or you for that matter. Meaning I’m not leaving my best friend alone with anyone. Let alone Alec,” Lyrica snaps.
She can be a tad protective when she wants to be.
