“What’s this about Carson being taken from you?” Peirce demands, taking a seat in the chair next to me.
“You read the letter I wrote right?” Peirce gives me a nod in response. “The orders are for them to take me to the Callaghan’s place and kill Carson. Ballard didn’t agree with the part about taking me to him though, according to Ballard, he claims Bryce gave me to him to do with as he will. But I heard him talking to someone when I came to in the trunk of his car. He told them I’d slipped through his fingers.”
Peirce’s eyes darken at the mention of Carson being killed. Anger nearly pours off of him as he listens to me.
“Mamma, could you stay here with him instead of your house? I know you have Pops there with you but knowing this, I’m not risking my kid being away from me.” Yeah, Peirce is protective, and I knew he would be. It’s why I always told Carson, if something happens to me, he’s to run straight to his dad. He would always keep him safe from those who want him dead; however, I didn’t always say it in that manner.
“Of course, mon beau, I’ll set up a cot in your pops and my room for him to sleep on and we’ll have movie night,” Ela says nodding in agreement.
“Hope you like Iron Man and the other Marvel characters. If you’re a DC fan be warned he’ll go into a spew about all the reasons why Marvel is way better than anything to do with Batman and Superman,” I grumble, having heard the lecture on several occasions.
“That’s because Marvel is better. I mean Batman is okay, but Tony Stark not only is rich he’s a genius that designed and created Iron Man. Batman doesn’t have anything on him.” I’m astonished by Peirce’s own argument.
Lordy.
Carson is just like his father.
“Now, how about I get you back to the room so you can rest,” Peirce suggests but it comes more as a command.
“Sounds good to me, I honestly don’t need to see any of the woody-stuffers at work,” I mutter.
Chuckling, Peirce shakes his head at me. “I don’t know who came up with that but it’s hilarious as fuck.”
“That would be me,” Ela says taking the credit she deserves. Peirce looks at his mom for a moment then scoops me up in his arms.
“I don’t even want to think about why you would come up with shit like that,” Peirce grumbles and walks away with Ela yelling out to him, he wasn’t brought into this world by miraculously appearing but rather her and Fury having fun in the sack.
Soon as we get to Peirce’s room, he lays me gently on the bed. “You want to take off your leggings?”
“Uh, yeah, but I can do it,” I say reaching down to do just that. Peirce not allowing this, pushes my hands out of the way, slides his own up my hips, and grips the material in his hands. Gently he pulls them off me without removing the socks from my feet.
I instantly feel myself starting to drift to sleep once Peirce covers me with the comforter and for the first time in twelve years, I know it’s safe for me to sleep through the night.
Chapter Eleven
Pitch Black
Pulling myself from Angelina is harder than I thought it would be as I leave her tucked into my bed.
I’m still confused by this whole scenario. Fuse has been looking into the Callaghans, as well as my woman’s father, I’m hoping he’ll have an answer for me.
It’s why I was leaving her asleep in my bed. Plus, she needs the rest.
Shit.
I still can’t believe I have claimed her after all this time, I’d sworn to never allow her in my life again. Only I wasn’t the only one to suffer and if I’m honest she’s suffered way more than I fuckin’ have. The fact that she’s skin and bones is testament to this. Her strength is admirable in how she never gave up and protected our son the best she could and taught him that if the time came, he needed to come to me.
To her, she didn’t mind if I hated her or not, she knew I would protect Carson. I didn’t need a DNA test to prove he is mine, he has my mark on him, this was her way of proving it.
Leaving my room, I head back into the main room of the club. Spotting my VP, I make my way over to where he’s sitting with a bottle of Maker’s Mark. “What are you doing over here, VP?” I ask throwing myself in a chair across from him.
“Trying to drink myself into a stupor, I suppose,” he shrugs.
What the fuck?
“Wanna explain?” I push.
Shaking his head, Tyres, lifts the bottle to his mouth and takes a heavy swig of the stuff. As he puts the bottle back on the table, Tyres braces his arms on the table in front of him. “I fucked up, Pit,” he mutters, lowering his head in defeat.
“I don’t get it, VP. You fucked up, how?”
“You remember that trip we took up to the Devil’s Riot MC and all that shit went down with Raven’s shit?” How could I forget something like that shit?
Speaking of Raven, I need to make sure to call her and tell her about Carson. She’ll wanna come down to meet him. That or demand I bring him up there.
Instead of giving him a verbal answer, I nod my head in response.
“Yeah, well I got call today from a detective up there, by the name of Warrenton. He’s requesting I come back up there for a DNA test to find out whether I have a kid or not.”
“Come again,” I say, straightening myself in my chair.
“You heard me,” he grumbles, lifting the bottle to his mouth and takes another hefty swallow.
“So how did you fuck up and why is a detective calling
