“Um, okay,” she says, lowering her head, hands clasped together in front of her. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, babe, you’re fine. We just need to talk to you about a few things,” I say pulling her into my body.
“Okay.” She nods.
Guiding her into church, I keep hold of her as I make my way to my seat and sit in the chair, pulling her down on my lap.
“Ugh, what’s going on? I thought I wasn’t allowed in here.” She looks to me in confusion.
“On normal circumstances you’re not allowed in here when we’re meeting; however, we need to discuss somethings with you and need you to be honest,” Chains says gently.
“Okay, I can do that,” she murmurs, nodding in agreement.
“First thing, Prez, I’m requesting Vix to be booted out on her ass,” I growl and explain to them what I’d heard when I went to get Lina.
“You don’t have to kick her out. It’s not the first time she’s been nasty to me and she’s not the first person to ever be mean to me. I’m used to it. People hate me, and I understand that, so please don’t take someone’s home because of me,” Angelina pleads.
“Angelina, you do not ever put up with shit like that again. I’m not about to let it slide,” I snarl.
“Pitch Black’s right, you are one of us. You don’t want her to get kicked out because of you well she shouldn’t have fucked up the way she did; however, for you Lina, how about I send her to our charter over in Florida or Arizona?” Chains offers to give her some peace of mind that the bitch won’t be out on her ass like she should be, but I know my Prez, he’ll make sure whichever charter he sends her to, don’t go lite on her for fuckin’ with an ol’ lady.
“Thank you, Chains, now what can I help you with?” she asks, sitting up straighter on my lap. Her movements rub against my cock drawing his attention to the forefront. Shit, I need to get back between her legs, soon.
“We need to know why you were transferring a majority of your paychecks to Bryce Callaghan,” Chains states being completely upfront with my woman.
“Um, it was to keep Carson alive. He found out I didn’t get rid of my son as I told him I would while I was in school, so, he said if I pay for his life while I’m in school, he’ll decide whether or not I can keep him when it was time for me to come back to him,” she murmurs, glancing down at the table in embarrassment.
“I didn’t want to see anything happen to Carson, and I knew my time was running short it’s why I moved back to Louisiana. I figured if something happened to me, he could get to his dad and be safe.” Fuck me if her words don’t gut me to the core.
“Right, we don’t have to worry about that anymore, when you go back to work your money is yours no more sending it to fuckhead,” Chains commands.
“Okay, is that all?” she asks.
“One more thing, did you set up an account offshore giving Bryce access to get the money when needed?” This time it’s Fuse who asks the question.
“No. I’m trying to stay away from them as much as possible. I didn’t want to take the chance with Carson’s life,” she whispers.
A knock on the door stops all conversation. “Enter,” Chains yells.
The door opens and in comes Finder holding the door for two well-dressed men. This must be O’Connell and MacDermott.
“Gentlemen, and of course lass, if we could get on with this meeting, I do have other things to do,” MacDermott says.
“Babe, go ahead and go back to doing what you were doing and stay away from the other strays, I’ll come find you when we’re done here,” I say placing a kiss to the side of her head.
Nodding Angelina climbs off of my lap and none of us miss the way she holds her head down and takes the long way to get to the door so as to not pass too closely to the two newcomers.
Soon as the door closes behind my woman, MacDermott shoots his glare to me. “May I ask what my sister’s daughter is doing on your lap?”
What the fuck did he just say?
Chapter Fourteen
Angelina
My stomach is in knots at the sight of both men. One of whom looks far too familiar. Something in the back of my mind doesn’t seem to want to connect with what it is.
Heading into the kitchen, I decide to whip up a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Figuring I’d double the batch size due to the amount of people around here. Doesn’t take me long to get the batter mixed to the right texture.
I’m starting to scoop the dough out on to a cookie sheet when Peirce enters the room. “Lina, babe, I need to talk to you about something,” he sighs.
“What is it?” I ask, putting the spoon in the bowl.
“Do you know either of the men who came into church before you left the room?” His question baffles me.
“Um, the man our age, I’ve never seen before, but the older one there’s something about him that seems familiar. Like I’ve seen him around my parents’ house or something,” I say shrugging my shoulders.
Nodding, Peirce moves to stand directly in front of me, his hip leaned against the counter. “That man you recognize is, Tomas MacDermott, your uncle.
What?
“Come again, neither of my parents had siblings,” I protest shaking my head.
“Angelina, I’m speaking the truth, MacDermott just finished explaining about how his sister mysteriously died in a car accident and her daughter was missing. You are the spitting image of the woman. Fuse can show you a picture he found of her on the computer.”
Stunned speechless, I shake my head.
Why me?
“Are you saying my parents kidnapped me?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, babe, but we’ll find
