I mean, I look nothing like the guy, and I sure as hell didn’t get my looks from my mother. Where she was tanned and dark-haired like my brother Dylan, I was fair-skinned and blonde.
Then there were my strange eyes.
My brother and mother had green eyes.
Mine were gray. James Doherty sure as hell didn’t have gray eyes, and his hair was black. So, I know I didn’t inherit anything from him.
I later learned that it was genetically impossible, especially when my supposed birth father had brown eyes. But when I had my appendix taken out at age twelve, that’s when I learned the truth. Something went wrong in surgery, and I needed a blood transfusion. Well, my mom couldn’t give me blood, and neither could my father. Of course, when I asked who my real father was, my mother told me the same old lie, that I was the daughter of James Doherty.
But I knew differently.
That’s when I got really curious.
Funny thing about curiosity. I wish I could say it wasn’t all that interesting, but that wasn’t the case. I learned the truth of my birth father after my mother was killed, thanks to that vile fucker Vain. Plus, that’s when I found all the documents. I know I should have told Dylan the truth, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to believe them myself. If I couldn’t believe them, how would I get Dylan to understand?
That’s why I said nothing.
And look where that got me.
You see, I’m not as bright as my brother Dylan.
But I’m not stupid, either.
When I learned the truth of who my real father was, I looked for anything and everything I could find to give me some insight into the man. That’s when I found out who he truly was and his connection to the Valentinetti Family.
Definitely not the father of the year, that was for sure.
There is no support group for kids whoare the product of rape.
So, I chose to forget about him and just move on with my life, and for a short time, I did. It was just Dylan and me in our tiny apartment. Then Kitty came, and life was good. Those were good memories.
Of course, with the good came the bad.
One night when Kitty and I were alone, she asked one question that put us all on this path of destruction. Who was Dylan’s father? Something simple I should have been able to answer, but when I hesitated, she instantly knew. We started talking after that, and when we both realized that we were part of a bigger scheme, we formulated a plan. A plan to bring down the whole house of cards that built several empires, to make them all pay for the lives we were denied, for the meaningless deaths,and to save those we loved the most. Kitty went back to the Skulls, and I allowed myself to be taken.
Then shit went sideways.
Like when the Vultures took me all those months ago from my apartment. Yeah, that was a fucked-up part of my life I don’t want to remember. But I learned a lot during that time. So much so, I didn’t know what to do next. When I sent the message to a supposed friend, letting him know where I was, I didn’t expect the Vultures to be the ones picking me up. But in Kitty’s mind, it was perfect. Because we both knew then they were a part of this mess. And when they grabbed me, I assumed they would take me to Vain, but instead, I was put on a plane and delivered to another man named Darrin Reynolds, who sold me to the Demons M.C. out of Miami, Florida. The main chapter was run by a guy called Diablo.
My birth father, also known as Angelo Sebastian Capribella, son of Giovanna Lucia Capribella, the only child of Victor Alonzo Capribella, Don of the Capribella Family.
Everyone believed my mother had an affair with Angelo, but that was the farthest from the truth. She was, in fact, raped repeatedly and left for dead when my Aunt Roxy found her and nursed her back to health. My mother made Roxy promise never to say anything, knowing that it would cost her, and it did because when James found out that I wasn’t his daughter, he tried to have her killed. He wanted to kill Dylan and me too, but Uncle Moonshine hid us, going behind his president’s back. We were safe for a while until Vain somehow learned the truth, and that’s when they tried several times to apprehend my mother or me. Dylan found out, and to save him, my Uncle gave him a choice, the Club or the Marines. Dylan chose the Marines after some prodding from our mother. I followed shortly after when Vain found my mother one evening and tore her to shreds. I couldn’t even bury her properly because Vain refused to tell us where her body was.
During my time with Diablo, I learned who the real leader was, the man behind all this death and deception, and it wasn’t who everyone thought.
Maybe that’s why I let myself be taken? Perhaps I subconsciously put myself on this journey to learn the absolute truth. Who knows? What I do know is that there is a war coming, and nobody is prepared for it. And those who are beginning to learn are not seeing the bigger picture.
God, Kitty, was right about that.
Men only see what they want to see.
I wished she was here with me, but she wasn’t. She was off doing her own thing. Like me, Kitty knows the real truth. While she may have fallen in love with my brother, I was the one who put them together. I knew Dylan would need her, and Kitty was going to need Dylan. I wanted so much to call and talk to them. To tell them I was alright. But it wasn’t the time.
Kitty and I planned for everything.
She was taking care of her end, and I needed to take care of mine.
And it started with Giovanni Valentinetti.