As I close the door, Fuse heads in my direction concern marring his face.
“What’s up, Fuse?” I ask him.
“Maybe you can tell me,” he says.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, furrowing my brows.
“Then why are you coming out of your office first thing in the morning, the twins are with Ryder at his place, and Tiny is gone.” Fuses words are like ice being thrown at me.
“What did you say?” I demand.
“Which part? About the fact your ol’ lady left last night?” Fuse snarls.
Pushing past him, I storm through the clubhouse making my way to my room. No fuckin’ way would she leave the clubhouse. She’s never left without me before.
I open the door to my room and step inside to find it empty. The bed still made from yesterday and the only light shining in the room is from the hallway.
Where the fuck is she?
Letting go of the doorknob, I step further into the room. My chest tightening.
“What the fuckin’ hell is she thinkin’?” I mutter to myself. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I pull my uncle’s name back up and hit call.
“Yeah,” Ryder says when he answers.
“Tiny over there?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
But what the fuck, she wouldn’t leave River or Brook.
“No, she’s not here. You know you’re ol’ lady doesn’t leave the clubhouse. What’s going on?” I don’t give him an answer. Instead, I throw my phone against the wall with enough force it shatters. Out of my peripheral vision I notice something on the desk that catches my eye.
I take the few steps over to the desk to find an envelope sitting there with my name on it in Tiny’s handwriting. Slowly I reach out and pick the material up as if it were going to burn me.
Turning it over I open the back of it and pull the paper out. I unfold the paper and start scanning through the words my heart plummeting to the depths of despair.
Darren,
You’ll never know how truly sorry I am that I’m writing this letter to you. I hate myself for having to do so. I’m sorry I turned your life inside out. That I ended up pregnant once again when you didn’t want more kids. I don’t know maybe you didn’t want them at all but I’m not sure of many things at the moment.
I never told you about my life growing up. I know you know some of it but not the details. You don’t know the torment I went through until I ran away at sixteen. During the last year I lived with my father he constantly took me to a doctor who injected a drug into my system to counteract any contraceptive for up to ten years. I was to be used to have children for a man I didn’t know until I either couldn’t anymore or until he killed me.
So yes, me getting pregnant again is my fault and I accept it for what it is. It’s caused you to hate me for doing this to you. But you should know I never cheated on you, or missed a pill, let alone put holes in a condom to trick you.
I was happy with you and our twins. God, I hate the thought of never being there with them, and I hate myself for leaving them. But I know you’ll take care of them. As I’m sure you will with this one when he or she is here.
I left because I can’t take the thought of you looking at me the way you did tonight mere hours after showing me a love I felt deep inside my soul. Thinking I would stoop to the level of someone who wanted to trap you. I had you just the way I wanted, Darren.
Just this morning, I said yes to marrying you. I couldn’t wait. I told you we didn’t even have to have a wedding. It didn’t matter to me long as I was with you. Now I won’t get to do that.
Soon as the baby is born, I’ll make sure you know and will be able to bring him or her home. I know you’ll want them even if you’re done with me. You made that clear last night. All I ask is that you do the one thing I’ll never be able to do. Keep them safe from those who will eventually end up finding them if they haven’t already. And don’t worry about me. I’ll stay in the shadows for now to keep them from finding me. Once the baby is born, I make no promises as to myself. At that point I don’t care since I’ll no longer have the ones I truly want in my life.
You and our children. Stay safe and love them always, Darren.
Forever and always,
Sloane
I reread the letter several times as I digest what she’s told me. So many things I don’t understand. How does she think I don’t want her? Then it hits me. My woman left because she was scared of me for the way I spoke to her last night. I’ve never once in the past two years looked down on her or treated her like shit.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I need to find her.
She’s never lied to me. Not once. Shit the woman killed a bitch to save me and refused to leave the hospital until I woke up.
So what if she’s pregnant, it just means I have another piece of her. Long as I have Tiny here with me, I can protect her from anything happening and make sure she doesn’t do something that could hurt her in the end.
I can’t lose her.
Not now.
Not ever.
She’s wrong if she thinks I don’t want her and I’ll do everything in my power to find her and bring her home. Then I’m fuckin’ marrying that woman and tying her to me in every way possible.
With the letter still in my hand, I storm out of our room, calling out Fuse’s name.
“Yeah,
