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upset about him basically calling my mother a slut. "She was there for a year then she vanished for a year. When she came back, she didn't say anything about having a kid. She did end up pregnant by Prime almost a decade later, but the baby died."

"Are you serious? She told you I died?"

He drops his hands down and rubs his face, "That can't be true, that was only about 24 years ago. You would have already been at least 8 by then. I don't fucking understand this shit at all."

My brain went into overdrive, "Yeah someone is lying."

"About you being his kid, I know."

"No, I'm his kid. Someone is lying about the pregnancy my mom lost. I have younger twin sisters too; they are twenty-three and live in New Orleans."

"What!" Ryder roars out. "You're fucking kidding me! Don't fuck around. There is no way! That's bullshit! She brought him the fucking ashes! He still has the goddamn urn."

Oh, this was fucked up. I’d spent all this time thinking that it was Prime who was holding back all this information when it would seem like he truly didn't know.

"He never had a clue?" My anger fast turning into sorrow. I can't imagine finding out you have a grown man for a son after you thought that your kid had died. Not to mention I was going to have to tell him that he had more children.

"No man. Not one fucking clue. I can't say he loved your mother, but he did want that baby. Now to find out that he had three that he didn't know about. Fuck, I don't even ..." His voice trailed off as he turned his gaze back onto the cabin. Prime was still in there screaming. I’d set out to make him feel my pain and from the sound of his voice I can say that I’ve succeeded.

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After we all settled down, I sat down with Prime to tell him the information that Brendan was able to dig up for me.

"I don't know why she wouldn't tell me. " I don't think I have ever seen a grown man cry so much as Prime did in the past hour. If I had any doubts about him not knowing that I was his son, he surely put that to rest. The anger and heartbreak just intensify for him when I told him that not only did he have me, but he has two other children from my mother that he’d never met. I felt bad for the man that had lived his entire life just wanting to be surrounded by family, only to have it staring him in the face the whole time.

"Did your mother never tell you anything about me?"

"Nothing, I knew she had a thing for bikers even in her drugged-out state though. She would get excited if we were outside and someone would ride by. Besides that, there was nothing. She wasn't much for talking. It was booze and drugs for her all the time. I didn't know her name until I was about 12. My stepfather preferred the name bitch instead of Lissette." I shrug trying my hardest not to let the demons of my past catch up to me. The both of them were dead and there was no use dwelling on the way they used to treat me.

"What do they look like? Your sisters?"

"I don't know. I've never seen them. I didn't know anything about them until Brendan told me."

"Sorry, but how is that possible. I mean you were almost what 9 by the time she supposedly had the two of them, how did you not know about them?" Ryder asks from where he is sitting with Cherry on his lap.

"Honestly, I thought about that shit too. Right around that age she decided that she was going to get clean. She put on a little weight, but I just assumed it was because she wasn't stuffing shit in her veins. She left for two weeks and when she got back it was business as usual. That is the only thing I can remember. There were never any babies and I never saw a big belly. No diapers, nothing."

"It's possible she didn't show, especially if she were underweight and not taking care of herself in the first place. You may not have picked up on it at that age either." Cherry says.

"So, what happened to them then? She told me that they’d died?"

"Brendan said she gave them up for adoption, not the legal kind though, the kind that pays good money." I rub my fingers together. She had sold her daughters. I don't know if that makes me special because she chose to keep me or makes me the worst of the bunch. I wasn't even good enough to sell.

"Fucking bitch!" Prime roared out and another tear sneaks out of his eye. "I swear to God, I could kill her. I can't believe she did this to me. I can't believe she did this to you. So much shit would have been different."

"I hear you there." I nod my head.

"You would've never been a Wing."

"What? Why the hell not?" My eyes pop up to his. "Now I'm not good enough to wear the patch? What the fuck?"

"No, it has nothing to do with that. Now that I know who you are, do you think I want you running into a fucking fire fight or having to rescue your woman from psychotic bastards? Would you want that for Lily?" his eyes widened, "Lily's my granddaughter."

"Well fuck, yeah I guess she is." I focus back on what he was saying before. "I can take care of myself. I thought you would know that by now."

"Wire, I know you can take care of yourself. I know how murderous you can be, but if I had my way you would’ve never had to. I love my brothers and the patch, but that life of death and war is not something