“Do you recall who did this to you?” he asks, and I look at Jamie and he nods, knowing what’s coming next.
“Senator Dalton Callaghan,” I admit as their eyes widen in shock.
If they don’t find him, I will. I’m on a hunt and I will stop at nothing to put the monster down. Something we should’ve done when we had the fucking chance.
After finally getting home last night, it's been an adjustment, but the guys have been wonderful helping with Hazel. No one ever told me pumping is so demanding, but as I sit on my bed with these things sucking my nipples to death, I can’t help but smile while I watch Jamie in the rocking chair whispering to Hazel. Seeing this man go soft for a child is something I never thought I’d get to witness, but I also see the sadness that is in his eyes anytime Haven is mentioned. He blames himself for his father’s behavior and it’s killing him, I know it. He might think I don’t know what is going on, but I do. I just want to see when he’s going to man up and tell me. The phone buzzing next to me takes me out of my thoughts as Jamie raises his head to look at me with a raised brow.
“Who the hell could be calling at this hour? It’s the middle of the night for fucks sake,” he whisper-shouts as I hold up the phone, showing him it’s Flynn. Pressing the green button, I bring it to my ear.
“Yes,” I say, and he huffs.
“Is that any way to greet your father, Jade?” he says in a tone I’m well acquainted with.
“Hello, Father, how are you?” I say in a condescending tone.
“I’m fine. How is my daughter and grandchild?” he asks, and it’s like a stab to the chest. Making me miss my baby and their other dad. Why did this life take everything from me?
“Hazel is good, currently sleeping before her next feeding, and I’m just here if you want me to be honest,” I admit, which makes him sigh.
“Are you coming home to lay Haven to rest?” he asks, causing me to grip the phone a little tighter.
“No, I am not. I won’t be back there until the next council meeting unless you need me for something else, but I won’t be back there to do that,” I spit.
“Fallon. She’s of Irish descent, you know our traditions,” he says, displeased.
“I understand that fully, but she is also Italian and will be buried next to her father,” I say, getting more furious by the second.
“I see. Will you at least bathe her before you do anything else?” he asks, and I’m already shaking my head.
“I cannot,” I answer immediately.
“But you can. You are strong and powerful, Fallon. You are an O'Patrick,” he states as tears fall from my eyes.
“You don’t understand what you are asking me to do. You have never buried a child, Flynn, and what you want me to do is–” I say, but he interrupts.
“I may have not buried a child, but I buried your mother,” he spits, and I gasp.
“No, that’s not true. She’s–”
“Yes, I did. Do you know I have never loved anyone but her. She was my whole world. I never had eyes for anyone else but your mom. Still, to this day, I have never laid down with anyone, nor have I dated another woman. She was my sun, Fallon, and those pieces of shit took her from me!” he shouts.He doesn’t know. Fuck.
“You’re right, I didn’t know any of that because everything has either been a lie or a goddamn secret, but there’s something I need to tell you.” I say, swallowing thickly.
“What is it?” he asks, taking a deep breath.
“After returning with Kane, Jameson was put in Hillsboro Institute. We went in, guns blazing, but what was interesting was that when we were trying to escape, we were stopped and a gun was pointed at my head by a woman,” I say.
“What woman was that?” he asks, getting annoyed with me.
“Your sun. Are you sure she’s dead because the vile woman who stood in front of me looked exactly like her and wasn’t happy to see me. I stabbed her, by the way, but how can you be sure you buried my mother?” I ask, but silence greets my ears.
“Dad? You there?” I ask but still nothing. I pull the phone away from my ear to make sure the long distance call is still connected as I hear a crashing sound over the line.
“Dad, talk to me. Please, I need answers,” I beg as shuffling is heard on the other end.
“Fallon, that was not your mother. That disgusting woman is your aunt, and I know it because I’m the one who bathed your mother when she was brought back here. She had a tattoo of our people on her chest, and the woman I laid to rest was definitely your mom,” he informs me as I take a deep breath.
“Thank god because I didn’t want to believe that my mother hated me or that she would hide out for all these years when I needed her the most,” I admit, and he sighs.
