Prologue
Once I put two and two together, I got something 4 your ass.
—Webber to Copper
WEBBER
The feeling when I was introduced to my club brother’s wife’s sister, Silver, felt like an electric jolt went straight through my body.
I even flinched at the jolt.
There she was, all that black hair and big, cornflower blue eyes, and she was physically impossible not to stare at.
“She’s seriously the best person I know,” Aella, Chevy’s wife, said. “I don’t think that she has a bad day ever.”
I swallowed hard and had to physically turn my body so that I didn’t keep staring at her.
“She doesn’t look like you at all,” I pointed out the obvious.
Chevy’s eyes caught mine, and I could tell that he was studying me closely.
Chevy, being a doctor and an anesthesiologist at that, he studied micro movements all day long.
He could tell that something was wrong.
Yet, he stayed at his woman’s side with his arm curled around her waist, holding her close.
“That’s another awesome thing,” Aella chattered on endlessly. “My sister and I are sisters, but not twins. My mom’s body released two eggs. Then she was with two different men in a few-day period unprotected. One of the men got my mom pregnant with me. The other got my mom pregnant with Silver.”
Aella’s mom got pregnant by our club brother, Cakes.
But if Cakes wasn’t Silver’s dad, who was Silver’s dad?
“Barry Donahue is Silver’s dad,” Aella continued to chatter. “You know him?”
I clenched my teeth.
I knew him.
Everyone knew Barry Donahue.
A disgusting excuse for a human being.
Not that I would tell Aella that.
Chevy and I connected gazes again across the top of Aella’s head, and I gave an almost imperceptible nod.
No, I would not be mentioning what kind of garbage Barry was.
I would keep my mouth shut.
I wouldn’t say a word, and maybe the topic would never come up.
I turned away from Chevy again, but when I did, my eyes automatically went to Silver again.
Silver Donahue.
Motherfucker.
