“Irritated is all. Mamma wanted to fuckin’ talk about Angelina last night,” I sneer, not wanting to even say her name.
“Fuck, Pit. Why would Mamma want to do that?” he asks, after my aunt Scarlett signed over her rights to my dad, he started calling my mom his. When Mamma asked him about it, he said ‘You cook food for me, buy clothes for Harlow and me, you help with my homework that makes you my mamma.’
“Who knows why she wanted to,” I shrug. “I left before she could explain. Angelina is in the fuckin’ past and the fact that she seems to be shoved down my throat lately is pissing me the fuck off.”
“I don’t blame you. Not after what the bitch did.” Lynch nods. “Heard she’s got a kid.”
Fuckin’ hell that’s another thing I don’t need to think about. As they say denial is bliss.
Yeah.
I’m not trying to deal with that shit right now.
Kid belongs to the fucker she played me for.
Lifting my beer, I chug the rest of it and put the bottle on the bar signaling for Shock to get me another. As he places it in front of me, the front door opens, Frame steps in holding the door for someone.
“Yo, Pit, got someone here who needs to see you,” Frame calls out. My body stiffens as the ‘someone’ comes into view. Fuck it’s the kid from yesterday who was with Angelina.
With his height he doesn’t seem to be a kid but when he lifts his head to meet my gaze, I’m gutted by what I see.
Motherfucker.
“Holy shit,” Lynch says from behind me.
“What’s going on?” Chains asks, coming into the room. “Oh shit.”
“Pitch Black?” the kid asks looking directly at me. Eyes like my own seem to bore into me.
“What’s it to you kid?” I say, trying to keep a rein on my anger.
“Name’s Carson.”
One. Two. Three. Four.
The bitch fuckin’ gave the kid a name we’d picked.
“Cool name, what are you doing here? Sure, your mamma doesn’t want you around the likes of us.” I barely keep the bitterness out of my voice.
“I . . . I need your help. My mom, she, um, we are in trouble. She always said if something happened to her and I was able to get away, to come find you. When we moved here, she made sure I knew how to get here from our house or wherever I was,” Carson says hastily.
She did what?
“Why the hell would she do that, kid?” I demand.
“Because you’re my dad and though you hate her you won’t let them kill me. Please, don’t let them take my mom. They’ll kill her.” Fuckin’ hell.
“Who’s gonna kill her?” Chains asks, alert to what Carson just said.
Shit. This is my kid. However, to be one hundred percent certain, I’m about to make sure.
Unable to think much of anything else, I close the distances between Carson and myself. “Lift your wrist,” I rasp.
Carson nods his head and does just what I ask him to do, turning his wrist up showing me the unique birthmark that matches my own. All the men on my dad’s side have the same birthmark on the inside of our wrist. “Mom told me we had the same markings.”
“Yeah, kid, we got the same markings. We’ll get to that shit later, now who’s gonna kill your mom?” I mutter. As much as I don’t want to deal with Angelina, this is my fuckin’ kid and I’m not about to let him be motherless. I also want fuckin’ answers to the reason why I didn’t know anything about Carson. Doesn’t matter I hate the woman, she had no right to keep the kid from me.
“I don’t know his name but he was sent by the Callaghans or Deveauxs.” I furrow my brows at the mention of both names.
This shit is confusing the fuck out of me.
“Look, we’ll worry about that shit later. Brother, let’s go check on Carson’s mom. Give us your address,” Chains states taking control of the situation.
Carson gives us his address. I’m confused even more now. Angelina comes from money why isn’t she living in a better area rather than the low-income neighborhood up the road from the clubhouse. Shit the woman is a doctor, she could afford to buy somewhere more decent.
“Stay here, kid,” I tell him, storming out of the clubhouse. Soon as I’m straddling my bike, I lift the kickstand and hit the throttle.
Getting to Angelina’s house, I stalk right up to the front porch and through the open doorway. I don’t know what I expected but finding blood smears and furniture knocked over was not it. Maybe somewhere in the back of my head this was the woman’s way of fucking with me more.
“Shit,” I sneer, following the blood trail from the kitchen to the front door. Blood was also on the floor by the secondhand coffee table. Clenching my fist at my side, my hatred intensifies more and not toward Angelina but rather what has happened to her.
Slamming my fist into the wall it goes through the drywall.
“Easy, Pit. Let’s get back to the club see if we can’t get Fuse to start looking. We’ll find her,” Chains says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, brother, I’ll get on it, soon as we get back,” Fuse nods.
“What are you guys. . . Oh my God. What did you do to Lina?” My head spins around to the open front door to find Lyrica standing there.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snarl.
“Why the fuck are you here?” Fuse growls at the same time getting in Lyrica’s face.
She’d been living with him for a while when she first moved here with Faith but moved out not to long ago. Now here she is standing here in Angelina’s doorway
