Fourteen
Kitty
I would have laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic. All of the men sitting around the table, including my brother, Lucas, looked as if the cat caught their tongue. God, I really didn’t see the big deal. So, I was born in a hail of blood and gunfire.
Actually, that explained a lot about me.
Anyway, I needed these idiots to snap out of it and fast. If they thought that I was the big fucking secret boy, were they in for a shock. Nope, that little nugget was just to put everything in context for them.
Deciding to let them stew on it for a while, I got to my feet and left Church. It wasn’t like they ordered me to stay. Besides, I wanted to see my husband. I knew with all of them upstairs that Dylan would be downstairs alone. I didn’t like that one bit.
Heading downstairs, I stopped at the landing as I viewed the typically empty space, now filled to the brim. Brothers lay sleeping, recovering from whatever ailed them. The worst ones were in spare rooms that Healer had set up. There were only two rooms, and not seeing Dylan anywhere, I headed to the first one.
Quietly opening the door, I spotted Ink laying motionless as a respirator breathed for him. Machines beeped and hummed, letting me know that somehow, he was still alive. Carefully closing the door, I walked over to the next room and entered only to see Judge listening to Dylan’s heartbeat.
My husband lay like Ink, unconscious, but Dylan looked to be breathing on his own, unlike Ink. Moving closer to the bed, Judge said nothing as I sat down beside Dylan and gently took his hand in mine.
“He’s going to live,” Judge said, taking his stethoscope out of his ears. Judge was a good man. He just didn’t care for all the crap that went along with the club. When shit hit the fan back when Pop’s was still alive, Judge and a few others hit the road, refusing to deal with the drama. They were nomads at heart, so none of the members thought twice when they woke to find them gone.
But I knew better.
I knew the real reason Judge left. He was my mother’s bodyguard. He knew the truth about me, and when my dad died, Judge couldn’t take it anymore. I know it killed him to leave my mother and me helpless, but he was tired of the bloodshed. Everyone had their limit. I never blamed him for leaving. If I could have left, I would have too.
“I know.”
“How’ve you been?”
“Busy.”
“I gathered,” Judge said, writing something down in Dylan’s chart. “The club hasn’t changed one bit.”
“Nope, it hasn’t. Not for lack of trying, though.”
“Reaper needs to do better.”
“Maybe you should stick around and help with that.” I countered.
“Maybe I will.”
“See that you do,” I said then asked. “Judge, do you know what Pop’s did with the file he had on me?”
“Yes.”
“Who did he give it to?
Judge put down his pen and looked at me. “Who do you think?”
Shit.
I did not want to go see that bastard. Yes, he was still a member, and at one point, he worked well with the club. But because of recent events, he stayed away.
Hiding out instead of owning up to what he knew.
“Does he still live out by the railyard?”
“In the same trailer.”
“I told them, Judge,” I said, looking at Dylan. Caressing his hand, I continued. “I told them about my conception and birth.”