Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(48)

His jaws clenched as he stared down at my hands. “I’m your friend Furore before I’m your VP. You trust me with the club, the business, Sammy and your life. It’s my job to look out for you and open your eyes when you’re too blind to see.”

“See what?” I rumbled.

“That he ain’t trying to come between you and her, like I thought, because Delilah told him so or he just wants to see you miserable.”

I dragged him up with me and hurled him against the wall. “If I were you, I’d watch my fucking mouth.”

“Fine. I ain’t saying no shit. But you should go have that honest talk with her. Now. And while you’re at it, ask her what she was about to tell you before Rex pissed in her ear.”

You have to know the truth. The truth about Tirone. The truth about me. I don’t care what happens to me, I’m sorry I kept it from you all this time, but I’ll tell you everything now. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just want you to know that I love you.

What hidden truth between my ol’ lady and my own son could be so unforgivable? Could make my VP, and probably the rest of my men, see something so vile it hurt so much to see for myself?

A massive wave of fury crushed over me. Visions of creating more mayhem than what Rex already had haunted me.

“I know this fucking look,” Molar groaned. “Prez, don’t you go and do something you’ll regret. Don’t do anything until you talk to her, and him. She ain’t Delilah.”

I gave him another push against the wall before I let go with a growl. Then I stalked to my bike.

“I’m coming with!” Molar hollered.

“Stay here,” I warned, straddling the bike. “This is between me and them.” I darted out of the compound and headed to the motel Fort had told me they were staying in.

I parked two blocks away so they wouldn’t hear me coming. When I walked into the parking lot, only Fort’s bike was there and no sign of Rex’s. I forced the skinny guy at the reception to give me the key to Jo’s room. I stared at her door for a while, frozen, praying I wouldn’t see what I came here to see. I loved this woman more than I’d ever loved anyone. Seeing her with another man would kill whatever humanity I still had in me. Seeing her with my own boy would give us all a death sentence.

The door next to Jo’s opened, and Fort appeared with what the fuck face. He was her guard here, and I was glad he caught that someone was standing outside her door. I gestured for him to stay quiet. Then I exhaled and put in the card. There was no point in delaying the inevitable.

Quietly, I entered. The room was dark, there were no sounds in except for the static coming from the TV, and the bed was…empty.

Click.

That was a fucking gun, and its muzzle was in the back of my head.

“Take one more step, and I’ll shoot.” And that was Jo.

I raised my hands in the air, and for a moment a smile forced itself on my lips, as if hell wasn’t breaking loose inside me. “It’s me, baby.”

“Jesus, Laius! What the hell?”

I turned. Seeing her face was like a spell that numbed my demons. “I…I just didn’t wanna wake you up. It’s early.”

“So you just let yourself in?”

I shut the door and turned on the lights. Then I took in the room. There was no sign of anyone here but us, but I could see traces of blood on the floor. And the sheets. “I couldn’t wait, and you’re my girl. I don’t need permission to come in your room.”

“Your girl?” she snorted. “You mean the replacement that looks a little like the girl you wanted to be yours? Her own daughter…because anything is better than a ghost.”

“You’re speaking out of your ass right now. You have to listen to me.” I glanced inside the bathroom, which was, too, empty yet stained with blood. “And I have to listen to you. Where’s Rex?”

“He’s not in my bathroom where you think he’s hiding?”

Shit. She was on to me. “He’s not with Fort…”

“Did you ask Fort where Ty was before you tiptoed into my room, thinking you’ll bust him here?”

Shit. I was making everything worse. I wiped my mouth. “I’m sorry. You don’t know how I… I had the worst night, Jo, thinking I might lose you, thinking… Then I see his blood everywhere here. On your bed.”

“He didn’t sleep in my bed, Furore, if that’s what you’re asking. I patched him up. I must have gotten some of his blood on me.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Of course.”

Someone knocked on the door. I stepped to open it, but she lifted a hand between us. “I’ll open it. If it’s Ty, please don’t talk to him. Not yet.”

I went to the window and glanced behind the curtain. “It’s Fort.”

She rolled her eyes at me and opened the door. Fort held a coffee holder with one paper cup. “Rex brought us coffee,” he told her.

“Where is he?” she asked. “Did he get any sleep?”

He shook his head. “When you were done patching him up and sent him over, he stayed with me for one minute and then he went for another ride. Then he just came in with coffee. He’s in the room.” He peered at me. “Huffing and puffing. He knows you’re here.”