“What do you mean you can call him?” I demand, looking from Steel to his twin brother.
“Not many people know it but Shock and I are his half-brothers.”
I swear you could hear a pin drop at this news.
“You mean you’re a part of the De Luca family?” Tyres asks for clarification.
“Technically, yeah, we are. The old man claims us as his, but we have our mother’s last name and we didn’t want to take what’s Leo’s. He’s worked hard to become who he is,” Shock grumbles.
“Sh–hit,” Pipe mutters with a low whistle.
“I always thought Tiny somewhat resembled our old man’s youngest sister’s portrait that still hangs in the house,” Steel grumbles. “I honestly thought it was just a coincidence.”
This shit is mind blowing.
My mind is reeling as scenarios pop into my head.
“Call Leo, see if you can get him here,” I command.
“On it, Prez.” Steel nods and steps out of the room to make the call.
Sitting back in my seat, I let out a long breath. This whole thing is complicated in itself and keeps getting even more by the minute with no end in sight.
Worst of all, time’s ticking as we get a game plan together for getting Wren back to her dad and Lyrica as well.
Chapter Sixteen
Tiny
By the time Brielle and I finish getting rooms ready, there’re loud booming voices coming from the main room. This will be the first time I’ve really met the Arizona charter. I mean I’ve met a couple of them as they’ve come here on the occasion but not this many of them. I think the only three I’ve met are Links, Drifter, and Maverick.
“Come on, you need to sit down, Tiny. You’re looking pale,” Brielle urges as she guides me into the main room.
I’m pale?
Probably because I’m scared out of my mind. So much is happening and right now hearing all the loud voices is causing me to nearly have a panic attack. I know here in the clubhouse I’m safe, but we’ve never had this many men here at one time, not even when the Devil’s Riot MC members come down.
“Would you mind keeping an eye on the twins for a little bit?” I ask Brielle as we get closer to the main room.
“Of course,” she says without hesitation.
Glancing around the room from the mouth of the hallway, I find Chains talking with one of the men who’d come in. He’s grinning at the man and not paying attention as Tara, one of the strays, presses herself close to both of them.
What the fuck?
Chains peers down at the woman and frowns, says something and goes back to talking to the man he was speaking with. Tara doesn’t leave them as I’d hope she would. Is she trying to get with Chains?
This can’t be happening.
Shifting my gaze throughout the room, I find where Faith and Angelina are sitting with the kids as Brielle joins them. I glance around the room once more finding Nora under Breaker’s arm with Owen asleep on her chest.
Something about this seems right yet so wrong as my gaze locks back on Tara standing way to close to my man with her hands grazing his arm. He must sense eyes on him as he stops speaking and looks in my direction. Concern filling his gaze as he meets my eyes. Instead of going to him, I break eye contact and turn toward the hallway leading to the room I share with Chains.
Is this how he acts when he’s on a run, allowing strays to touch him and press up against his side?
Tears prickle my eyes, and I don’t understand why I’m so damn emotional. I was never this bad when I was pregnant with the twins. But this past week it’s as if my sex drive is in overdrive and my emotions are heightened to a point I can’t stop myself from crying at the simplest thing.
It’s stupid to think of Chains and Tara. The way he is with me and our family, I know he wouldn’t cheat on me. I also know that Tara wants Chains and every other man here who has an ol’ lady.
I open the door to our room and step inside intending to lie down and try to block out the image of another woman pressing herself into Chains and him not pushing her away.
An arm wraps around my waist, and his body flushes with mine. Shutting my eyes, I do everything in my power not to let the tears fall. Not with him holding me.
“What’s wrong, Bitsy?” he asks gruffly.
Shaking my head, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Tiny, look at me,” he commands and turns me in his arms until my front is pressed against his. “Why are you upset?”
Again, I shake my head but slowly open my eyes to meet his gaze.
“Baby, I’ve got to get back out there so we can get out of here and go hopefully rescue Wren and Lyrica without either of them being hurt. Now tell me what’s got you upset. Is it that there are people here you don’t know?”
“No,” I whisper, my lip wobbling as my breath hitches. “Have . . . you been with her?” I ask.
“What?” he asks, narrowing his gaze.
“Tara,” I murmur, casting my eyes down to his chin.
“Bitsy, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why the hell would you ask if I’ve been with Tara?” His frustration becomes apparent.
“I saw the way she was standing with you and . . . you didn’t . . . I . . . she was touching you . . . and you . . . let her,” I blather unable to keep the tears from falling this time as I close my eyes. I try to pull away from Chains but he holds on tight.
“Baby,” he whispers gently and pulls me even tighter into his chest.
“I know it’s all my fault . . . everything is my fault . .
