“You sold my sister, you are no fucking mother of mine and my sister will be the only reason why you’ll walk away instead of being dragged out in a bag,” he growls, and Clara shakes in her spot as she eyes everyone in this room, seeing no one coming to her aide before she looks at her husband who shows her the divorce papers she had him served with, her signature in place.
“I’ll have these filed,” he sneers, and she falls to tears, realizing she just lost everything out of greed.
Matty, our big seven-foot prospect, walks over and grabs her forearm roughly before he drags her out of the club, her pleas echoing around us, but no one steps in.
We can’t kill her, she’s still Venom and Ivy’s mother, but we can kick her out.
“Psycho,” Glock says, and I look his way as he asks, “What are you going to do about Ivy?”
I look down, swallowing hard as I put my piece back in my jeans and mutter, “I don’t know,” because I really fucking don’t.
The saner part of me would walk away, the lies she listened to, the trust she broke too much to forgive but my heart fuck, she’s mine.
“You fucking love her, what do you mean you don’t know?” Venom snaps and I send him a sad smile and confirm, “She’s mine Venom, make no mistake, I just, she didn’t trust me brother and I need time to figure my shit out with that and then there’s the fact she never told me about our baby, that she was willing to allow a fucker raise it as his own, that piece of shit who most likely would have killed it as soon as it was born.”
The brothers look away while he nods in understanding, and I sigh, “I better go start the conversation,” before I begin my walk to my room, really not knowing how this will go.
I can’t live without her, and honestly, if she had gone to New York, I would have followed within twenty-four hours to bring her back home. I would have been selfish, but I can forgive her for not telling me about our child or about trying to marry someone else without trusting me to make things right.
Only time will tell, I guess, time I apparently don’t have.
Chapter 16
Ivy
“He’ll be here in a moment,” Anna whispers as she gently pushes some of my loose hair out of my face and I shake my head, not sure why she brought me in here to begin with.
“B-but I lied to him, didn’t-didn’t trust him. What if he says he doesn’t want t-to see me,” I cry, my fears taking over.
I messed up big time. I lost his trust by not putting mine in him by allowing the years of watching old ladies get hurt and burned to cloud my judgment.
Anna quickly cups my cheek and whispers, “He’ll understand, sweetheart. I promise. He loves you, he always has.”
She wipes away the tears and gently cups my bump, the baby moving underneath her palm and she smiles slightly, though you can still see her pain.
“When are you going to tell them?” I ask, and we lock eyes, hers racing between mine as she admits, “I don’t think I can, Ives,” and I nod, knowing not to question her.
She got put in a box labelled Patch Chaser, and that is where she’ll stay, but by the looks of things, it’s where she wants to stay unless Skylar can convince her otherwise.
The door to the room opens, and I tense up, not ready for this conversation, but Anna sends me a small smile and whispers, “Just tell the truth, and I promise everything will be alright. Have faith and remember the new generation are nothing like the old.”
I nod as she kisses my head, then turns. She squeezes Jax’s arm on her way out and I swallow hard hating that everyone thinks she’s this mean jealous bitch when really, she’s my hero.
“Are you going to talk?” Jax demands as he shuts the door behind Anna, locking it, then leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest, and I try not to flinch as I turn and eye the bed.
The sheets are different, gray, and the frame also looks different, but I just…
He’s slept with her a lot in this room, and I know I have no right to feel jealous, to feel hurt. I tried to push him away, afraid of being hurt. I wanted to force him to fight for me when I could have just told him everything and gave him my truths. If I had, we’d most likely be well on our way to our own wedding, instead I agreed to marry a thug, being conned by my own mother who I thought loved me unconditionally like parents are supposed to.
Instead, she was a patch chaser who got cut off and butt hurt over it. She decided to take a page out of the Cartels' book and sell her own daughter to get money, some of which, according to what I heard walking in here, she still had in her account. Venom transferred it back to the club's account.
I was just someone to get her what she wanted and it wouldn’t surprise me if Hayden agreed to give her more money.
“I changed everything, Ivy. The bedding, mattress, base—all of it is different,” he consoles when he realizes what my problem is and I hum slightly as my eyes go to a picture of me sitting in the bed of his truck, my hair in pigtails on his nightstand.
I’m sat cross legged looking up at the sky my eyes closed wearing shorts and a bikini top.
I was so happy that day. It was just him and me, no one else, I also stole his favorite Metallica shirt and never gave it back.
