The room falls silent, and every eye comes my way with shock while I stare at Jax wide-eyed as he slightly turns his head, his eyes on my stomach.
My brother rushes to grab Hayden, who quickly grabs the bag full of fear as he stumbles back and Dad quickly grabs hold of my brother, yet all I can focus on is a stone-cold Jax, his eyes still on my stomach that I have cupped out of instinct.
Oh god, I think I’m going to be sick….
Chapter 15
Psycho
“Go get Clara!” Blade demands to Glock whose face is bright red with anger and he lets go of his son, Fury taking over so he doesn’t go shooting as the fuckers leave like their ass’s are on fire. Talen quickly saying, “You won’t see us again,” before the door slams behind them like pussies while Ivy stands frozen at the shit that they’ve just spewed including mentioning the baby that she clearly doesn’t realize I know about. Misty glares from the opposite side of the room as she snaps, “There is no way Psycho will raise another man’s baby, what a fucking slut!”
The brothers tense hearing Misty’s words knowing she’s just fucked up opening her big fucking mouth. She knows exactly how I feel about Ivy and most likely relishes in this news, not realizing I’m the father, as Jewel asks, “Who is even the dad? I didn’t see her with anyone.”
Fucking gossipers.
I shout,“All clubwhores out to the yard now!”
This has fuck all to do with them, and if they say the wrong thing, especially where Ivy is concerned, I can guarantee I’ll shoot one of them in the face.
My temper is already on the fucking line and as soon as I cross it, there will be no pulling me back over and the clubwhores are smart enough to see it.
Several heel sounds echo around us on the hardwood flooring as they all scamper, knowing I’m not one to mess with right now but Misty slowly walks past me, taking me in to gauge my reaction to the news Ivy is carrying.
I growl, “Get fucking moving or get packing!” and her eyes widen, hearing my threat clearly, and she picks up her pace.
“Dylan, Finn, keep them all outside until we’re finished,” Blade demands, causing the prospects to nod and follow the ladies, who have all tensed, realizing they can’t listen in.
Some move slower, but the prospect shoves them outside, causing a few to gasp and grunt.
Just as the backdoor shuts, a racket sounds and Clara shouts, “Bret, what are you doing, you’re hurting me!”
I lock my jaw and grit my teeth trying my hardest not to flip with the woman while Anna, fucking Anna out of all people rushes over to Ivy and wraps her arm around her and right now, my gratitude to the woman has kicked up a notch.
I can’t show her sympathy just yet, and I can’t comfort her with what is about to happen, not until we talk. So the fact that Anna has stepped up just proves that the bitch everyone is making her out to be is completely unjustified.
“Bret, what’s–” Clara begins, but shuts her mouth when she locks eyes with me, seeing my fury, and I take a few steps forward, not stopping until I’m before her.
She tries to get out of her husband’s grip, panic etching off her reading my anger that is directed at her, seeing that not one brother is getting in my way, not even her son while her husband’s grip tightens. Even as I grip her jaw hard, causing her to cry out, everyone stays back as Glock lets go of her.
She fucking sold her daughter!
Her pulse quickens, her fake tits moving quickly giving her fear away as her eyes look around the room, trying to find help but no one will step forward.
Her eyes lock on where Ivy was, and I side eye her to see her burrowing into Anna’s embrace, not looking at her mother as Brick stands behind them protectively.
Family, that is what we are, and this bitch took it for granted, using my girl in the process.
She fooled everyone into believing she was sweet and docile and that she wanted to look good so her husband wouldn’t stray. However, she purposely pushed him away, and he did, giving her the out she wanted, knowing the only way to get more from him was to leave him.
Fucking conniving bitch.
“Tell me something, Clara,” I sneer, “When did you go into remission for breast cancer?”
I feel her pulse quicken slightly as she eyes her daughter again and chokes, “I-I, not long, Psycho, I-I, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t want to worry Bret and Cale, I-I didn’t think it-it was fair, they-they wanted two hundred thousand more…”
Her eyes fill with tears and fall quickly as she lies, “I-I didn’t want Ivy to do it, I-I…”
She chokes as I squeeze my hold on her, her lies already grating through me, and I growl, “Right, and after you had found out Ivy was carrying my child?”
