My family aren’t telling men shit and I can see it, he’s debating on how to answer my question which just pisses me the fuck off.
“The memory just hit me like a freight train, I’m fine,” I say as I stand, look at Fury, and demand, “Did I sleep with Ivy?”
He swallows hard, and his eyes dart everywhere, but at me, giving me the answer I need, though, seeing I’m at my wits end with no one telling me what to do, he does nod once.
I curse and snap, “Is that why she’s barely been here? Did I tell her it was a mistake?” A thought hits me, “Fuck is that why Misty tried to shoot her?”
Oh fuck no, no, no.
Fury sighs, “Jax, you know I can’t answer these questions. Only Ivy can. It was agreed. And try and calm the fuck down, you’re being discharged we don’t want you staying here.”
I growl and remind him, “Ivy is barely answering my texts back and only comes in here when I’m medicated up and she thinks I’m knocked out!”
He winces and states, “Still, she’s the one you need to speak to. You know memory is not something to mess around with and besides I wasn’t there, so I don’t fucking know the ins and outs and the brother’s gossip is like those Chinese whisper chains – information changes each time it passes a brother’s lips.”
Fucker.
“She’s not my old lady,” I confirm, and he grunts in admittance, and I question, “Yet I have her name tattooed over my heart with ivy angel wings?”
Fury looks my way, his mouth hanging open, and I mutter, “Huh, guess I never told you that.”
“No, you fucking didn’t!” he snaps as Venom walks in and raises a brow seeing his tension and Fury points at me and sneers, “This fucker got Ivy’s name tatted over his heart with ivy angel wings,” and Venom’s mouth drops open in shock.
I nod. Okay, so I didn’t tell anyone then?
Things are getting interesting where my best friend is concerned.
I huff and turn fully towards them, finally getting my bearings. I state, “So I sleep with her, you all obviously know,” Venom winces then glares at Fury but I wave a hand state, “He didn’t tell me, I had a memory of the morning after. Anyhow, you all know, I get her branded on my skin, something only brothers do when they are claiming someone, something I must have done after she turned nineteen and none of you knew?”
“I knew,” I hear in the doorway and I look to see my Mama who gives me a small smile and reminds, “I left your father after your sister left,” while Dad grunts, “And I’m working on getting you back so let’s not keeping bringing that shit up because we all know I fucked up epically,” Mama rolls her eyes and continues, “We’d meet up every week for lunch,” and I nod, remembering, “It was after I returned from Paris, spending a year with your sister, I showed you pictures yesterday,” I nod in confirmation, my big sister living the dream with her husband and son, another baby on the way, something I’m happy to report I didn’t forget. Mama continues, “I was looking through your artwork when I found the sketch of the ivy angel wings, and you showed me them on your chest, though you didn’t have her name, so I’m guessing you got that after you slept together, but anyhow, no one else knew.”
I swallow hard and dare to ask, “Does Ivy know?"
Mama shrugs and admits, “I don’t know, sweet boy."
I can tell she isn’t lying or omitting the truth, so I sigh but nod, trying to hide my disappointment.
A small part of me hoped she did, so she decided to stay in Rose Meadows.
“We’ve come to help you get home, son,” my dad says and I nod again and rub my hand over my forehead, the throbbing slowly disappearing.
“Where is Ivy?” I ask, and no one makes eye contact with me. I frown because, yet again, they’re keeping something from me.
Fuck, is she seeing someone?
“She’s uh busy working at the moment,” my dad lies, his eyes going everywhere but at me, and my jaw ticks, but I don’t call him out.
They’re obviously trying to save me from being fucking hurt.
Shaking my head I mutter, “Whatever,” and slowly limp over to the bathroom to grab the rest of my shit, ignoring their eyes staring into my back.
“Surprise,” is shouted as I walk into the common room, and I sigh, raising a brow at Fury, who grins, not at all sorry about the ambush.
That would explain why he said we had to come here for the night.
Shaking my head, I descend the steps but pause, seeing Cain near the bar. My mouth parts in shock.
“What the fuck, you’re home?” I state and slowly walk over to the fucker, hugging him when close and he chuckles.
