Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(70)

“Not this time. I have a feeling that you know things, and right now I want some answers,” I tell him in a strong, even voice.

He laughs without humor. “I knew Arrow wouldn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I demand. “I’m sick of all this. Just tell me what’s going on!”

He sobers. “I never wanted to hurt you, Anna, I hope you believe that.”

I don’t like the sound of this.

“What did you say to Arrow that day?” I ask.

Talon expels a heavy sigh. “It’s more what I showed him.”

He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a piece of paper. He stares at it once before sliding it across the table. I pick it up with trembling hands and read it from top to bottom.

“Who is Samuel Pierce?” I ask him, my bottom lip trembling.

Talon suddenly looks unsure. “My stepfather.”

I swallow hard. “What? I don’t—”

I was looking at a birth certificate.

My birth certificate.

I didn’t even know I had one. I just assumed my mother had lost it.

It said that my father’s name was Samuel Pierce.

All I felt was confusion.

“My mother married your father. I was a baby at the time, and your dad raised me like I was his own,” he says gently. “This is what I showed Arrow. I knew it would break him—and he f*ckin’ deserved it after what he did.”

I swallow hard after hearing the name of my father for the very first time in my life.

“I can’t believe this,” I murmur.

“Why did you tell Arrow and not me or Rake?” I blurt out.

He cringes. “I wanted to kill Arrow. But I didn’t, because of you. So I guess it was my f*cked-up way of revenge.”

“How is this revenge?” I ask him, brows scrunching in confusion.

Talon takes a deep breath then. “Anna, you know how my dad died, right?”

“You call him your dad?” I ask, not knowing how to feel about that.

He nods. “I do.”

I was Samuel’s daughter, but I didn’t know him; neither did Rake. Yet Talon, who wasn’t of his blood, got to be raised by him and call him Dad.

Talon’s dad was the president of the Wild Men MC, I remember being told that.

My mind races trying to figure everything out, but then it hits me.

The Wild Men MC killed Mary. Faye told me they broke in one night when all the men had gone on a run, leaving only women and prospects in the clubhouse.

Arrow got his revenge . . .

By killing their president.

My father.

I cover my face with my hands, struggling to breathe. My chest burned, the pain so strong I’m surprised I wasn’t in flames.

I’d never met my father, and now I’d never get the chance. A feeling of loss overwhelms me. Losing something I never actually had in the first place.

I don’t know how to process this. I am confused; I am hurt. I still want Arrow. Why didn’t he tell me? This should have come from him. He knew everything this whole time and kept it to himself. Instead, he slowly pushed me away, knowing the second the truth surfaced he may lose me. I shake off my thoughts of Arrow and decide to ask the other questions that I need answers for.

“How long have you known?” I almost whisper.

“That you and Rake were his children? Dad told me a few months before he died, actually,” he says, his hand rubbing his chest.

I bite my lip, gathering courage to ask the next question. “Why didn’t he want us?”

Talon grimaces, then looks down at the table. “As far as I know, Dad was married to my mom when he was with your mother. My mom was his old lady, and yours was . . .”

“His whore,” I supply in a hollow tone.

He sighs. “Anna, it wasn’t—”

“Why didn’t he ever come and see us?” I demand. “What, did he just f*ck Mother and run when Rake was born? Then come back to get her pregnant with me and leave again?”

He’s silent for a moment.

“I don’t know exactly what happened. I know that Dad saw Rake when he was a baby. Then my mother found out and she told him if he ever saw your mother she would leave him and never come back.”

My jaw clenches. “So your ‘father’ decided to stay and look after you, his wife’s kid, and ignored Rake and me, his own blood.”

Talon looks ashamed, his face falling. “I didn’t say it was right, Anna, I’m just telling you what happened.”

“And how was I born then?” I ask.

“Dad kept seeing your mother, now and again,” he says with a shrug. “His weak moments, he would say.”

I was born because of a “weak moment”?

Just great.

“So he knew we were out there, with a druggie for a mother, but never bothered to do anything about it. Wow, he sounds like a real winner.”

Talon stays silent.

“Is your mother still alive?” I ask him.

He nods. “Is yours?”

I shake my head. “Drug overdose.”

Lost in my own thoughts, I have no idea how long I’ve been silent for.

Talon clears his throat. “Say something.”

“So you knew I was your stepsister and you still kidnapped me?”