Since he and his twin, Brook, were born Chains is rarely seen without one or the other kid. You usually find Tiny not far away tending to the second twin.
“You need me for something?” I ask, turning back to the task at hand.
“Got a call just a bit ago from Ryder, Marcus and Micah are wanting a bunch of us to come play football with them at the park.” This isn’t an uncommon thing. Ryder’s boys love hanging out with us and I gotta admit they’re pretty fuckin’ fun. Now that they’ve gotten a little bit older and want to try out for a football team. Some of my brothers and myself told them we’d help them out. Meaning we usually ended up out at the park or here at the clubhouse playing around with them.
Normally it’s at the clubhouse, since Chains doesn’t like for his kids to be too far away from him. Nor his ol’ lady. The day the twins were born I know was the second worst day of my best friend’s life. First was when Tiny was taken right out of the clubhouse. He’s gotten better about it here recently, but it still doesn’t stop him from being spotted around the clubhouse with at least one of his kids with him.
Fuck River’s been in church with us several times. “Grooming him for club life,” Chains muttered with a grin the first time he’d done it.
“Give me a few minutes to clean this up,” I tell him, nodding to my bike.
“Alright, I gotta get River to Tiny anyways. She’s wanting to get them on a new schedule,” Chains says, tickling his son causing him to giggle.
“Sounds good.” Grinning, I go about cleaning up my tools, putting them away, I head into the clubhouse to wash my hands. Making my way back outside, I find a majority of my brothers already on their bikes ready to go. “Let me not hold us up.”
Riding with my brothers as we turn toward the park, my gaze catches something that causes me to narrow my eyes.
What the fuck is she doing here?
As my brothers and I ride by, I notice someone was with her. From where they’re standing, I don’t get a good look but something about it set me on edge. Even more so as we park and I notice her car driving away as fast as possible.
Good.
I don’t need that bitch anywhere near me.
Climbing off my bike, I step up on the sidewalk the same time my brothers do. “Was that who I think it was?” Tyres asks.
“Yep,” I sneer.
“Fuckin’ cunt. Why the fuck did she come back here anyway?” Brake comments. They were both there with me dealing with the aftermath of what being with her caused me. They’ve seen the scars.
Shaking my head, I make my way toward where Ryder was already throwing the ball with Marcus and Micah. “Bitch can do whatever the fuck she wants long as she stays clear of me.”
“We got your back, brother,” Chains declares, slapping a hand on my back.
“Appreciated.” Which I did but fuck if it doesn’t piss me off and make me want to hit something after seeing her.
Moment we get close enough to Ryder, I know he didn’t miss seeing Angelina and he makes it known. “Didn’t know she was here, Pit.”
“Not your fault, saw her leaving,” I mutter, with a shrug of my shoulders.
“You see the kid with her?” he asks furrowing his brow.
“What kid?”
“The tall dude who got in the car with her,” Ryder says cautiously.
“Didn’t pay attention, then again don’t give a damn about her or who she’s with,” I sneer.
“Are you talking about that lady who was watching the dude riding the skateboard over at the skate ramp?” Marcus asks.
“Yeah,” Ryder mutters, giving his kid a nod. Marcus’ eyes light up as he turns from his dad to me.
“You should have seen him. I wanna learn to ride a skateboard now. I mean he was freaking awesome. Seriously, he was doing all those tricks and his mom was sitting there cheering him on.” Stiffening at the mention of Angelina, I try to hide my hatred for the woman. I turn my attention from Marcus to Ryder as he steps closer to me.
“I figured you needed to see this kid, brother, he’s your fuckin’ twin,” Ryder murmurs soft enough for only me to hear him.
What the fuck?
I don’t have a fuckin’ kid.
I always wrapped my shit when I fucked Angelina. There was no fuckin’ way she had my kid without me knowing. This isn’t about to be a repeat of what Axel went through and I sure as fuck am not about to go hauling ass after her to demand answers.
Fuck that.
I don’t need or want anything to do with her.
Deciding to shake off my thoughts, I turn my attention to Marcus and his twin brother as he joins us. “You two ready to play some football?” I ask them.
“Yeah,” Micah yells, tossing the football to me. Catching it, we begin our game.
After spending the afternoon tossing the ball with my brothers and Ryder’s boys, I decide to ride out to see my mamma. Normally Pops and her come to the clubhouse, but she’d been sick the last few days and didn’t want to take a chance of getting any of the kiddos sick.
Between Chains’ kids, Breaker’s little one, Ryder’s ol’ lady just having their little girl, Lucy, and of course, Axel’s son plus him and is ol’ lady are due to pop any day now. With all of them being at the clubhouse more often than not, no one wants to see them sick. Not even me.
Pulling up to my parents, I sigh wondering if I can keep what’s running through my head to myself. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea.
Swinging my leg off my bike, I straighten and head for the front door just as my pops opens
