Chapter Twenty-Nine

Ivy

"Ivy, is there anything you would like to say to your brother?" Logic asked as I glared at the fuming mute bastard sitting on the other side of the couch from me.

After our little sibling ker fuck le, Luc and Montana ordered both of us to sit down and talk. Apparently, neither man was one hundred percent sure we wouldn't try to kill each other. Could have told them it wasn't a possibility but a fucking guarantee, but they didn't need to know that.

It was bad enough that the bastard looked exactly like our father.

I didn't want, nor did I fucking need, a big brother.

Already had enough of those around here.

"Malice?" his club brother Torment spoke up when I stayed quiet.

The moody bastard growled.

Getting to my feet, I smiled. "Whelp, boys, you heard fucknut. We're done here."

Malice smirked.

Torment rolled his eyes, and Logic glared at me, pointing to the seat until I sat my ass back down.

Which, in turn, made Malice growl more.

"You don't like Logic ordering Ivy around, do you, Malice?" Torment asked.

"So, stop asking him shit." I sighed, annoyed with the whole situation. "He isn't going to talk, and neither am I."

Logic leaned forward and smirked. "Oh, you're going to talk, even if I have to bring Luc in here. You think this is a joke, Ivy? You've just learned you have a brother. A biological brother who looks exactly like your father."

Malice growled. "Genetic material."

"Yeah, what he said." I smiled, thumbing my finger toward fucknut.

Logic groaned. "Ivy, you need to talk this shit out. This is a big deal. You have a brother. A blood relation. You two look alike. Tell me how that makes you feel?"

Rolling my eyes, I looked at fucknut. "They make you do this shit, too?"

My brother shook his head. "I'm a licensed child therapist."

"Oh, this is just fucking great!" I shouted, jumping to my feet again. "I'm surrounded by shrinks. Forget it, Logic. I'm not talking."

"Get out," Malice growled at Torment and Logic.

When neither man moved, he yelled, "Now."

Both men slowly got to their feet and left the room, leaving me alone with a man that I could barely look at.

"You talk too much."

"And you say nothing."

He stayed quiet for the longest time before he leaned forward and hung his head when he asked, "What did that motherfucker do to you?"

I scoffed. "You really need to ask me that?"

"I'm going to fucking kill him."

"Get in line, buddy. The line forms behind me."

Getting to his feet, he started pacing the room. I really didn't know what to make of Malice. Yes, he was the spitting image of our genetic material, but he was different. More. There was an underlying sense of death that surrounded him. Almost like he needed to kill to survive.

I had no problem with death, as long as our genetic material died first. Nothing else mattered until that happened. I couldn't think clearly, knowing the motherfucker was in the area looking for me. Everything inside me screamed to run away. To hide.

"You sound like her."

"Who?"

"Our mother."

That stopped me short.

"You said sound. As in present tense."

He faced me and slowly nodded. "She's alive."

Shaking my head, I stumbled back.

"She's dead. I have her death certificate."

"It's a fake. Our birth mother was from Alabama. That son of a bitch raped and tortured our mother. She was sixteen when he found out she was pregnant with me. He tried to beat me out of her. When he failed, he threw her away. Discarded her like trash. He dumped her in Seattle, Washington, where our mother gave birth to me on the streets. I was four days old when she dropped me off at a local fire station. The authorities searched high and low for her, but they couldn't find her. For the longest time, I believed she'd died on the streets. I was raised in the system. When I aged out of the system at eighteen, I had to learn to navigate the world on my own. Eventually, I made my way to New York and found Father Dominic and the Soulless Sinners. But I never stopped thinking about her."

"Get to the fucking point."

"I started a foundation in her honor. It's a children's charity that caters to traumatized and abused children. Anyway, the night of the inaugural ball, he showed up. I knew him on sight. No one needed to tell me who he was. He taunted me that night. Told me I was just like him. That our mother wanted—deserved—what she got. That she was still obedient as ever and gifted him with his most prized possession. I snapped. I would have killed him that night if it wasn't for my club brothers. But I heard him clearly and that's when I knew she was alive. She was out there in this fucked-up world somewhere.

"I searched for years until I found her. She was barely alive. Dying in some hospital, not even two blocks from the Trick Pony. The doctors said she didn't have long, but I knew she was a fighter. I had her transferred to a hospital somewhere safe. Somewhere he would never find her. That's when she told me about you."

I gasped. "You knew about me?"

He slowly nodded. "She told me about the blue room and why he really wanted you and not me. I knew I couldn't let you stay there. I showed up twice to the Trick Pony, intending to kill him and to get you out of there, but he never let me past the front room. When I tried, he beat me to within an inch of my life, then had his men drop me back in New York where my brothers could find me. After the last time, Montana ordered me to stop looking for you."

I couldn't listen anymore.

I didn't care to.

I was done.

Fuck this shit.

Fuck him and fuck her.

Fuck them all.

None of them knew what I'd survived. What that motherfucker really did to me. None of them knew the true evil that lurked within that son of a bitch.

Grabbing my head, I screamed bloody murder, trying to drown out the voices in my head.

Rushing to me, he grabbed me, holding me tight while I fought, clawed, scratched at him. I couldn't be this close to him. He looked just like my tormentor. The voices in my head screamed at me to run.

To kill everyone to save myself.

"I'm sorry, Sister," he cried with me, holding me so tight I could barely breathe. "I'm so fucking sorry."