20. Chapter Fourteen

Xander

I stand here feeling broken, devastated, angry and… I can't even explain how I feel after hearing that.

"You want to know the worst part, they tied me to that table and raped me beside my son's lifeless body. They didn't care I had just given birth, they took me harder than they ever had but the worst was Karl, rather coming inside me he pulled out and jerked himself off and came all over my innocent baby's corpse. For three days I was chained to that table forced to stare at the decomposing body of my baby boy. I can still smell his rotting flesh and every time I close my fucking eyes I relive that night."

"Doxy–"

She cuts Trey off before he can finish. "The other's families will not be harmed but I will kill Donald, Fin and Nolan's sons," she vows. Trey closes the space between us and comes to stand beside me.

"And what about Karl's only living heir, will you kill me too, Doxy?" he asks.

She doesn't miss a beat. "No, unlike the other three's sons, you don't appear to rape women but make no mistake, if I have to use you to get to your father, then I will. I feel nothing because I have lost everything."

I run my gaze over her and take in the way she is looking and then it hits me. "You haven't complained once since we have fucked you about us not using a condom because they did more then take your son from you, didn't they?"

Her eyes burn with a look I can't decipher. "Yes, the day they came and removed my son's body from the room they had a team of doctors and nurses. They had a surgery performed and removed all my reproductive organs. I can never have children." I stumble back a step as Trey gasps and attempts to reach for her but she bats his hand away. "I don't need your fucking pity!" she roars.

"What do you need then?" he asks her.

"Revenge," she snarls before she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Trey tries to go after her but I hold him back.

"Let her sort through what's in her head alone for a minute," I say as I release him and drop down onto the edge of the bed, covering my face with my hands. I'm man enough to admit I'm fighting back fucking tears. I wanted all these Irish fucks dead for fucking with the Re Della Strada but after hearing what Wave has gone through, I want to drag it out. I want to play with them and make them scream!

"She stopped being Waverly Bronson after her son died." I snap my head up and look at Trey. He looks dazed out and caught up in his own thoughts as he stares at the wall.

"What?"

He slowly turns his head to me with the same dazed look in his eyes. "She became Doxy Da Luca because in her mind, Waverly Bronson died the night her son did." I stare at him in shock, is that the real reason she has stopped being Wave?

"How do you know?" I mutter. He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts and focuses back on me.

"If you had to witness what she did would you not be wishing that God would kill you too?"

"I don't believe in heaven and hell, once we're dead that's it"

"Don't ever say that shit in front of her!" he scolds.

I glare at the fucker. "She knows how I feel about that shit."

"Yeah, well start changing how you feel about that shit because she had a kid, Xander, a fucking baby that was murdered. She thinks if she dies now she will get to be with her son. You are not going to take away that hope of being reunited with her son from her, do you hear me?" I mull over his words for a minute and nod my head stiffly. If she needs to cling to the hope of an afterlife to get her through then so be it. "We should go find her."

I follow after him but remain lost in my own head, unable to think of anything else aside from what she disclosed. What she went through would break most men, fuck that shit would break highly trained soldiers. How the fuck she still finds the will to live is beyond me.

Trey and I search for her for nearly an hour, returning to our cabin tired and pissed off, Trey follows me down the hallway and when I push her room door open I pause in the threshold, the bedside light is on but no one is in the bed. I creep further into the room with Trey right on my ass and the both of us still at the sight of her asleep on the ground in the corner of the room with no blanket or pillow and only wearing my shirt.

Fuck!

I turn to Trey to find a horrified look on his face. He came to the same conclusion as I did. She's mentioned bits and pieces about her time with that cunt and one of the things was never being allowed to sleep in a bed. Ever since we arrived, I could tell the bed was untouched but never paid it much thought until now.

"I'm gonna kill them all," he grits out through clenched teeth. I grunt my agreement, they will all die painfully and slowly for what they did to her and her child.

"If you harbor any feelings toward your father or have an issue with what is going to happen to him, you need to leave now because he won't make it out of this alive. I give you my fucking word on that."

He's quiet for a moment as he moves around the room and snags a throw blanket from the end of the bed and gently lays it over her. I motion for him to follow me out of the room and lead him into the kitchen where I grab two beers from the fridge and offer him one. He nods his thanks before taking a long pull. I do the same and down half the fucking thing, if there was anything stronger I would be shotting that shit. I place my bottle down on the counter and level Trey with a look. He sighs and runs a hand down his face.

"I have no reservations about Karl dying or the end of the SOCG."

"Then why take so long to answer?"

"I may be okay with him dying but if I'm being honest I have always hated my father, which is why I don't legally have his last name."

I whirl around and level him with a stern look. "What the fuck is your name?"

"Solomon? Trevante Kane. I changed my name when I was old enough to do so, I refused to have his last name and took my mother's as a way to honor her and also, it was my way of saying fuck you to Karl and letting him know that his name and legacy will end with him and not me." I take a long look at him and honestly, I respect the hell out of him for being honest with me.

I decide to share something with him in return. "Knox never knew I was dating his sister until eight years ago." Trey snaps his head back and stares at me.

"Why?"

I shoot him a dry look. "She's his baby sister and in his eyes, no one would ever be good enough for her."

"Why risk your friendship with him?"

I smile sadly. "You've met her! She is worth risking everything for. I love Knox and Taylan, they are my brothers and always will be…"

"But you love her more," he finishes for me.

"Yeah."

"He found out, didn't he?"

I nod. "Yeah, eight years ago."

Trey frowns. "But she's been gone for longer than that."

"I know. I never told Knox about me and Wave because I knew it would push him over the edge. The night we thought she died she called me. I went to help her and her best friend but she wouldn't get in the fucking car. I begged her to come with me and promised I would send Knox back for Lake but she's so fucking stubborn just like him. By the time I got to her it was too late, the car was hanging over the side of the bridge and…" I clamp my mouth closed as memories of that night play out like a movie in my mind. I lost it when the car went over and I heard her screams. I ran Lake down like she was nothing and then jumped in after Wave.

"Are you going to tell him she's alive?" His question pulls me from my thoughts.

"I won't lie, I've thought about calling him numerous times."

"What stopped you?"

I exhale loudly and take another swig of my beer before answering. "Her. If I go to her brother and tell him she's alive, he'll come for her and right now I'm hoping that her taking out Karl and the others will help lessen her anger toward her twin."

"Go to Knox." Trey and I both turn toward the entryway to see Wave standing there in a pair of jeans and a form-fitting tank top. The angry glint in her eyes tells me she has heard most of our conversation.

"No. I won't do that."

She cuts me off before I can finish. "It wasn't a request. I know rumors are circulating and after we take out his club, those rumors will reach him. I want him to know it's me coming after each of these cunts so he can be prepared for when I come for him…"

"I'm not leaving you," I say firmly.

She shrugs. "I'm taking this club and then going after the others before taking Karl. You have three weeks to warn him or I take him out blind. I'll be the ghost of his past that he never saw coming."

"You want to fuck around with someone's head, fuck with mine not his," I bark.

"It's not your head I want to fuck with, Grayson, it's your cock." I stand here stunned as she saunters into the room, and stands before me with her gaze locked onto mine. I see the lust swirling in the depths of her gaze. Sex is a coping mechanism for her, I see it plain as day now. She uses her body to distract us and herself.

"You want me to fuck you right here, baby, on this counter?" My words have her eyes growing hooded.

"No, you're going to stand there and watch as Trey fucks me on this counter so you learn that I don't care what you do. Run back to my brother or don't, what you do means nothing to me."