“She was supposed to drop Carson off with me. I live next door and watch him while she works. Oh God, where’s Carson? What did you do?” Shit, Lyrica knows my son. Knows Angelina.
“Carson’s at the clubhouse,” I growl, unable to keep the furious tone out of my voice.
“Why is he there?” she asks, her eyes widen as they lift to meet my own. “Oh God, it’s you. You’re the one she was telling me about.”
“What?” Chains demands.
Without another word Lyrica spins on her heels and runs. My brothers and I right behind her. Fuse snags her arm. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” he sneers, looking as if he were about to blow.
“Let me go, Fuse. I-I need to get something from my house. Something Pitch Black will want to see,” Lyrica says frantically.
“Fine, but I’m coming with you,” Fuse says without taking his hand off her arm as they go into her house.
“Brother, what do you think is going on here?” Chains asks as he stands in front of me, arms crossed over his chest.
“Don’t know but I don’t have a good feeling about it,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“Neither do I,” he grumbles, lifting his head to look up at the cloudy sky.
Not a good sign.
“Here,” Lyrica says, holding out a large manila envelope to me. “I thought she was kidding but she asked me to hold on to this for her as a precautionary measure.”
Shit.
Furrowing my brows, I take the envelope from her and open it. Pulling out the papers, I scan through them. First being a DNA test proving Carson is mine. How she has my DNA I don’t have a fuckin’ clue. Next is Carson’s birth certificate.
Carson Peirce Corbin.
Angelina even gave my son my name.
What the hell has she gotten herself into?
Flipping through pages, noticing it’s her will. The last page is a letter addressed to me in her handwriting. Lifting the paper up, I scan over it only to have to stop and read through it a hell of a lot slower.
Peirce,
I’ve written this letter probably a thousand times. Each time I’ve trashed it not thinking it’s enough. This time I’m going to just write the full thing put it with the documents and be done with it.
As you can see with the records in the envelope you find this in, you have a son. Carson is yours. I had a DNA test to confirm what I already knew. I’m sure you’ll want to know how I had your DNA. Remember when you let me cut your hair? I saved it in a scrapbook, ask Carson and he can give it to you if you like.
Though I’m sure you wouldn’t really care. I get you despise me. I despise myself. You’ll never know how much I hate myself for what those monsters did to you. They forced me to watch as you escaped that fire. Unbeknownst to me, my father had arranged plans for when I graduated school. I was to marry one of the Callaghans to keep the bloodlines pure.
Bryce decided it would be him that I married but before I was to be, I needed to be checked over. The doctor informed him and my father I was pregnant. I was ordered to get rid of it, I begged them to allow me to have the baby that I would do whatever they wanted. They agreed as long as I put the baby up for adoption. I agreed to their demand, knowing I wouldn’t do it.
I was able to keep myself out of their sights due to school. This was one of my father’s stipulations for Bryce marrying me which he didn’t do. (Thankfully) That I go to school to become a doctor. Bryce didn’t care, really, it was for the alliance he made the arrangements.
I don’t really know how to explain it all to you, shoot I don’t even know if that part makes any sense. In short form, I’ve stayed out of the limelight to keep our son safe. Finished school and came home. I don’t know why I came back to Louisiana, but I felt pulled to come home.
Now if you’re reading this, it means they’ve decided they were done. My father is powerful and wants what he wants, he doesn’t care how it’s done. The Callaghans are the same. What I’m saying is, don’t worry about me. I know you hate me and could care less. I get it and deserve your anger.
But if you’ll make sure Carson is safe for me that will be all I ask. He is innocent in all of this. I never hid you from him. He knows about you. He even has a picture of you in his room on his dresser. I used to tell him stories about you.
I guess that’s all I can really think to say, just take care of him. I’m not worth coming after. As it stands, if you’re reading this, I’m probably already dead or close to it. So please just focus on looking after Carson.
I hope you have found happiness.
Love you always, heart and soul forever yours, ma raison d’être.
Angelina
Crushing the letter in my hand, I lift my head to meet Chains’ gaze. “We need to find her,” I say.
“We’ll find her, brother. You have my word on that.” Chains nods. “Let’s get to the clubhouse.”
“I’m coming with you,” Lyrica states, stepping forward. “I can help with Carson. He knows me.”
Nodding in agreement, I turn and head back for my bike, trying to wrap my head around this new information.
According to what I just read, if it were true, she unwillingly went with them.
Motherfucker, I’m going to kill every last one of them for doing what they’ve done to not only me but Angelina and Carson as well.
Chapter Six
Angelina
I don’t know how much time has passed as I lay on the cold hard ground. After Ballard beat and dragged me out of the
