Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

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"I think you heard my brother," Beast sneers, stepping forward. "You need to leave."

"But it's important," Teresa cries, tears streaming down her face now that her son had turned his back on her and stalked out of there, taking his woman with him.

I can't blame him either. I know his past history with this bitch. I personally looked into it myself when I first met Diablo. It's why I have no respect for the woman, but I've learned in the past few years to be cautious before making any move.

Beast isn't thinking clearly because of his connection to Diablo, so he's not seeing it. He's too close, and I understand it. I want to kick the bitch to the curb myself. But my job is to protect this club and those within it. Meaning, I need to make sure my brother isn't going to have any more unexpected drop-ins like this.

Stepping forward, I glance at Angel and jerk my chin up, sending him the silent message of what's about to happen.

"Before you two leave, you're both going to tell me why the sudden need to see my brother," I state.

"We've been trying to get him to see his mother for the past six months," the lawyer states, face red, cheeks puffing out. "He refuses to give us the courtesy of his time. All we're asking is for five minutes."

"Why the hell should he do that?" Beast explodes, and I glance at Hellhound and Tombstone, motioning for them to keep Beast in check.

Beast would do anything for this club, but when it comes to his woman, Bristol, or Diablo, who he sees as his brother and not just his club brother, he'd kill anyone on the spot.

"Beast," I call, his head whipping in my direction. "Trust me." I hold his gaze for a long moment.

Finally, he nods and steps back between Hellhound and Tombstone.

Nodding myself, I look to my woman. "Do me a favor, Princess, you and the other ol' ladies go to the kitchen or something." I'd prefer her to take the twins to our room, but I know she's not gonna go far from me. She wants to know what the hell is going on.

"Okay," she says quietly, not arguing with me or giving me any of the dirty looks she'd been giving me lately. I know why she's doing it too. But she has not said a word about it. She's knocked up again, and I'm just waiting for her to finally admit it.

I wait for her and the others to file out before shifting my focus to the lawyer and Teresa. "Now, tell me what the fuck it is you wanna tell my brother, other than the fact you're dying."

"It has to be Damari," Teresa whispers, dropping her gaze and shaking her head. " It has to be my son."

"Diablo ain't your son," I tell her. "He ain't nothing to you nor that dick-for-brains husband of yours." Neither of them gave two shits about my brother when he'd been growing up. Because of them, he was out on the streets, trying to survive however he could. He was lucky to have found Beast.

"He's my blood," Teresa murmurs.

"We need him to sign some papers," the lawyer remarks. "For Teresa to be able to get the treatments she needs, she needs him to sign them."

"Why does she need him to sign anything?" I ask.

"Because when his grandfather passed away, he left everything to his grandson rather than his daughter," the lawyer explains as he reaches up to loosen his tie. The movement shows me just how nervous he is.

"You wanna elaborate?" Angel demands, shifting closer.

"My father didn't agree with the man I married," Teresa says. "He disowned me when he found out I was pregnant and refused to leave my husband. He left everything to Damari. The ranch. The money. All of it."

"So, you're here to get money?" I ask, making sure I'm hearing correctly.

"I don't care about any of it. I just want to get treatment. I don't want to die."

"Teresa has been living in a women's shelter for nearly a year now after leaving her husband," the lawyer states. "We just want Mr. Rios to sign some papers allowing Teresa to be able to get the medical services she needs and if he would be willing to set an allotted amount for her to get on her feet. Due to the ailment, she's not been able to seek employment."

Interesting. She finally left her husband after all these years, yet refused to do so when Diablo needed her to do so, when he'd needed her to protect him.

Fuck this bitch.

"Here's what I'm gonna do for you," I state, stepping toward the two of them. "I'm gonna give y'all two minutes to get the fuck out of my clubhouse and off club property. I'll also be contacting the club's attorney,"

"Already on it," Beast growls behind me. I'm sure he is calling Everett, his brother, and Bristol's boss.

"I'll also tell my brother about his inheritance. It's his to do with as he pleases, but I'll tell you now. He ain't gonna sign shit. He ain't gonna help with anything you need." I look directly at Teresa and sneer. "You fucked him over when he was just a kid. Didn't protect him when he needed you to. Now, you're sick and need him. Fuck you bitch. You deserve to die. You allowed him to be hurt. To be beaten. You turned away from him rather than fight to protect him. You refused to leave that dickface to save him."

"I couldn't," she cried.

"The fuck you couldn't," I snarl, curling my lip in disgust. "You're lucky Diablo didn't die livin' on the fuckin' streets as long as he did. You're also damn lucky he found us. Found his real family. We have his back. We won't put up with shit like this. You contact him again," I glance between the both of them, "either of you, you'll regret it. Now, get the fuck out of here."

I turn away from them as Styxx and Thanatos step forward, Cerberus right behind them.

"I'll see them out," Styxx mutters.

"I'll help," both Thanatos and Cerberus state in unison.

I nod as they pass me, my eyes lock with Beast's.

"We give Diablo the night to calm down, to be with his woman. Tomorrow, I will fill him in on what we found out," I tell him.

"Do y'all know who Diablo's woman is?" Scythe asks as the doors slam behind us.

"Her name's London Weaver," Beast answers. "She was a girl we protected when we lived on the streets."

"I know," Scythe remarks, nodding. "She's also the daughter of a highly respected man in the security business."

"How do you know this?" Beast asks.

"Six months ago, Diablo went to Finnegan asking him to look into her rather than coming to me. Finnegan, however, sent a file on her to me as well. I didn't look at it until after Diablo sent me that picture this afternoon. I looked at the file, saw that, and knew something needed to be said," Scythe explains.

"She's his," Beast announces. "That woman has been his since she was thirteen when he first saw her digging through a dumpster trying to find something to eat."

"We're gonna have to fill her dad in on what's going on," Angel adds. "Don't know who he is . . ."

"You know the name ‘Red Phantom Security'?" Scythe asks.

I'd heard of it, but I believe they were a military-contracted group that handles things that others couldn't, not without notice.

"I know it," Beast mutters through gritted teeth.

"Can they be trusted?" I ask, looking at Scythe.

"Yeah, they can be. Especially when it comes down to his daughter. No man goes to the length's like he did to find her and get her if he doesn't love his child."

"Diablo won't let him take her from him," Beast announces.

"No one is going to let him lose her," I tell him and sigh. "We'll finish this tomorrow morning. Scythe, you go ahead and give London's dad a call."

"I'll call him first thing in the morning. Call him now, it'll fuck everyone's night up," Scythe retorts.

"Yeah," I agree, nodding. "Tomorrow then."

Leaving my brothers, I go in search of my woman. It's time to take her and the twins home. It's late enough as it is. We'd been getting ready to head out when Teresa showed.

It's past the twins' bedtime, and I've got plans with my woman after they're both out for the night. Which means I need to get them home and get them all settled. Afterward, I can hopefully get Ivy to admit that I knocked her ass up again.