UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (47 page)

“What’s up, bitch monkey?” I ask into the phone after seeing Lilly’s name pop up on the screen.

She chuckles. “Not much. Just wondering how you are?”

“Good here. I just won my first court case. I feel sort of dirty about it, since I’m almost positive the guy was guilty, but hey, it’s my job,” I say with a sigh. 

“You shouldn’t have gotten into that career then. Should have practised family law or something.”

“Whatevers, I make more cash this way,” I say, grinning. “But I have more good news. I got accepted at your father’s law firm! I probably won’t have to take on bad guys anymore.”

Lilly chuckles. “Well, that’s good.” She pauses briefly, then asks in a low voice, “Have you heard from Eden lately?”

“Yeah, she called me last night,” I say, sighing. “I wish she would just move here with me, so I can help her out with those kids. I understand she doesn’t want to be near Jasper, but at least living here is closer to both of us.”

“Yeah, she’s stubborn like that. Everyone knows where you are. She’s probably worried they would find her through you.”

“Hey, bitch, gotta go.” I let her know there is a knock on my door.

It’s Kurt from next door, inviting me over to dinner. I really hope they aren’t trying to set me up with another friend of his and Kyle’s. Last week, they asked me over to dinner and ambushed me. They have this friend, George, that they think is perfect for me. I’m not ready to date. I don’t need a man- period. George is nice; he’s good looking and safe, but I’m just not interested.  I’m sure Mason has long moved on, but truth be told, I’m not over him. I’m not sure I ever will be. He broke my heart.

I didn’t bother to warn the brothers about what Jasper said about the raid. I ain’t a fuckin’ snitch. I don’t think Jasper can accomplish the shit he thinks he will, but we’ll see. If this raid is successful, I don’t know what I’ll do. This life is all I’ve known for years. I was patched in at sixteen. Most prospects don’t start that until eighteen, but Vic saw promise in me so started me early. I was officially patched in at eighteen when I made my first kill. Years later, Hilary fuckin’ ruined me.

After she took off, I tracked her down. She was getting’ cozy with some asshole at a law firm in Edmonton, all smilin’ and shit—I knew she was a fuckin’ whore. Why I didn’t see it before I caught her with Trent I’ll never know. Stupid, blind maybe.

But I learned never to trust a fuckin’ woman again. Eden left, shit with Hilary got bad, and having to hear about Vinny and Lilly’s on again off again bullshit is doing my goddamn head in.

“Brothers, stake the place out. Make sure the perimeter is secure. Put snipers in place, in case shit goes south,” Vic says, giving orders.

Everyone takes off and gets into position. Vic turns to me. “Reaper, my boy, you know where to be.  We make the trade, then you take out Jimmy’s wife.”

I nod and walk off to stake the area out.

I watch from my spot in the apartment across the street, my gun pointed on the area of the car’s gas tank in case they double cross. Vic told me I would know when I saw Jimmy’s wife. He gave me her description: bottle bleach blonde, fat, and wearin’ clothes three sizes too small. With that description, it’s no wonder the fucker cheats on her daily.

I notice movement down the street from the meeting spot. Jimmy’s walking with a blonde, holding hands and smiling sweetly down at her. Shocks the fuck out of me with what I see- that woman is my mother.

My cell vibrates with a text. I fish it out of my pocket and flip it open.

As soon as Jimmy puts her in a taxi, follow her home. Take her out there. – P

Vic must have known that woman was my mother, the woman that left my father and I with no one. That bitch murdered my baby brother, drowning him in the tub. She only got fuckin’ ninety bullshit days in jail.

When she got out, she was different—withdrawn. Hilary’s father was trying to help her, but she ended up takin’ off about four months after she got out of prison. Before my dad died, the stories always changed. He kicked her out or she left; even now, I’m not sure what the real reason was. Did she leave us, or did Dad make her leave?

I follow the car she got in and watch her walk into a small house in a quiet suburb.  Bitch has been living the good life, it seems. She’s living in a two-story brick home with nice landscaping and a paved driveway, nothing like what I grew up in. Makes her look like Mary fuckin’ Sunshine.

I sneak around the back and force entry as quietly as I can. I hear water running upstairs—she must be takin’ a bath. What better way to die? Kill her the same way she killed my brother. Looking around her kitchen, everything looks so pristine. I look down the hall, and it is lined with paintings of flowers and shit. She sure doesn’t have any pictures of her children on display.

I creep up the steps and quietly make my way down the hall.  The only light is the glow that is seeping from what must be the bathroom. I hear the water shut off, and then I move fast, startling her as I step into the bathroom.

“Who are you?” she yells at me.

“The son you didn’t fuckin’ murder,” I spit out with an evil grin. I scratch my chin, waiting for her to make the connection.

“Mason?” she whispers out, taking a better look at me. I can see the recognition setting in.

I pull out my gun and point it at her. “Mother,” I sneer with pure venom. To think I used to want her back in my life. I shake my head in disgust.

“W-what are you doing here?” she stammers.

“Club business,” I state firmly.

“Mason, baby, put the gun away,” she says while trying to stand up out of the tub. Water is cascading down her form. I can hear the plopping noise coming from the leaky faucet, and count the number of drops as they hit the pool of water she stands in. She isn’t sure what to do, and I don’t know what to say to her. I can see my brother in her face; any doubt I had has vanished.

“Don’t think so. See, you fucked everything up. First you kill my brother, and then you became a fuckin’ rat. Can’t have that shit,” I tell her, taking a step forward. “Lay down. Now.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks me quietly but terrified.

“Guess it’s mother like son. I’m gonna kill you the same fuckin’ way you killed Mark.”  I put my gun in the back of my pants and kneel down by the tub while staring into her eyes. Sadness shines in the green flecks, regret maybe. Too little too late.

“Mason, please, please don’t do this. I’m your mother,” she pleads with me, sounding desperate. “I have money. I can pay you, or I can leave and never look back. I’ll go so far you’ll never hear from me again. No one would have to know. Please. Just let me go. I gave you life. I brought you into this world. A mothers’ love never dies. Mason, I’ve always loved you, son,” she lies. Her words bear no weight and hold no emotion when she speaks of this so-called motherly love.

“You stopped being my mother a long fuckin’ time ago.” I wrap my arms around her neck and push down. She’s clawing at my arms, struggling to try and get up out of the tub. Water is splashing everywhere as her legs flail around. Finally, after a while, she stops moving, and I release my grip on her.

I stand up and realize I’m soaked. It was worth it, though. Bitch got what she deserved.

I walk out of the back door, slamming it shut behind me.

I wasn’t planning on going through with killing this bitch tonight, since the club is being raided, but once I realized who it was, well, I just had to finish this mission. Bitch got what she had fuckin’ coming. Good riddance.

I hop on my bike and ride off. I need some time away from the fuckin’ club—away from everyone. The cold air should make me freeze, being my clothes are drenched, but right now, I feel fuckin’ numb. I don’t feel shit as I speed into the night, leaving everything behind.

1 Year later

My phone by the bed rings, and I knock my bedside lamp over trying to reach it. “Shit!” I pick the phone up finally and answer. “Not sure who this is, but really, it’s the middle of the night. People are sleeping.”

“I’m so sorry, Hilary, but I need your help.” Eden’s voice is frantic.

I sit up in bed instantly. “What’s going on? Is it the kids?”

“No, but I just found out my dad has another kid. She’s only ten months old. I need to go back. I need to make sure she’s safe from him,” she answers hurriedly.

“Eden, maybe you should go to Jasper. He could help you,” I tell her. She doesn’t know about the turnaround in the club, or that Jasper’s the president of it. This is his thing; he protects kids. She should go to him. Lilly’s kept me in the loop about everything going on back home. I’m so damn happy with what the guys have done to the club, changing it from the hellhole it once was to doing something so amazing for others.

“No, no, I can’t. This is where you come in. I need someone I can trust with my kids. I don’t want my father to know about them. I need them safe and away from him. Please, tell me you can take care of them?” she pleads with me.

“You know I will, but are you sure you’ll be able to do that? Can you be away from your own kids?”

“It’s what’s best right now. God only knows what my father will do to that baby if I’m not there. I need to do this. Please. I’ll come to you the minute I can with this baby, I promise. I’ll do whatever I can to help you out money wise for child care. Anything. Please?” she begs.

“Edie, don’t worry. I have everything covered. When will they get here?” I ask.

“I’ll be coming with them to get them settled. I have to call the airport and see what they have open for flights, and I’ll catch the first one out that I can.”

“Okay, babe, call me and let me know, okay? I’ll get you guys from the airport.” We say goodbye as she promises to break away as often as she can to visit, and I put the phone back on the nightstand.

What the hell have I just agreed to? Only good part, I suppose, is that the twins are potty trained, so no diapers. But still. Me taking care of two small children? I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this. I’m not exactly mothering material.

*~*

A month passes, then another, and before long it’s been a year. I take a look at the kids playing together in the living room, and I sigh. As much as I love these two, I’m worried about Eden.

My phone rings, and I reach for it. “Hello?”

“Hilary, oh my God! Hilary,” Eden says, sounding relieved.

“Edie, fuck, babes, are you okay?” I ask her, worried.

“No, no, I’m not. I took Glenna and ran, but I can’t come near you. I know Dad will stop at nothing to find us this time.” She quickly and quietly tells me what happened when she first went back and explains why she couldn’t get back to us.

“Hun, you need to call the police, something,” I tell her.

“I can’t, not right now, but I’m somewhat close. Can we meet up maybe, so I can see my babies and you can meet Glenna?” she asks hopefully.

“Yeah, babe, we’ll do that this weekend,” I promise her and hang up after she tells me where to meet up with her.

*~*

We visited with Eden and Glenna a few times, but then nothing. I haven’t heard a word from her in six months now. I’m worried that Big Willy found her and Glenna. Why is this shit so hard? I wish I could do something. I could call the police, but then that would cause more problems, I’m sure, for Eden.

*~*

It’s been seven months since I last talked to Eden, and I finally get a phone call. “He found us, Hil!” she says, sobbing, and tells me what he’s done this time.

“Edie, please, you need to do something. He’s going to end up killing you!” I plead with her. I feel so helpless. When I first saw Eden after she went back to her father, I don’t know who cried more, her or me- her for missing me and her kids, or me for seeing the marks all over her face. I also know about the other cuts and marks all over her body from her bastard father.

“I can’t! I need to protect Glenna. I can’t leave her here. If I run away again and he finds me, he’ll kill us for sure. This was a warning.”

I start crying. “Eden, please be safe. Please.” She vows to do everything in her power to be safe while protecting her baby sister.

For another year, we meet up in secret on the weekends when her dad is too drunk to notice they are gone.

I love Eden and these kids, but it’s been so long. I thought she would have found a way out of this by now. These kids, they need their mom, and I need to start living my own life too. My career is hectic; I work long hours. I feel like these kids are being raised by daycare.  I’m at a loss as to what to do. Sometimes, I go weeks on end without a word from Eden. I’m always on edge, afraid something’s happened to her.