Chapter 4
Axel
I grab my gun off the nightstand next to my bed as someone bangs on the door. I’d been laying there since my brothers and I got back from the strip club. My head filled with thoughts of Faith and I didn’t want to be around anyone. They had sensed my mood and gave me my space as I went to my room.
The banging continues as I move toward the door figuring it was one of them locked out of their rooms or something.
Throwing the door open, I stop dead at the sight in front of me.
Faith holding a little boy asleep on her shoulder.
My Faith.
With a kid.
“Alex,” she whispers and it’s then I see the fear in her eyes. “We need your help.”
What the ever-lovin’ fuck?
Stepping aside without a word, I let her step inside the room and get a good look at the kid’s face.
The little boy had his eyes open and looked up at me.
“Daddy,” he whispers sleepily, with a smile, without lifting his head from his mother’s shoulder.
Oh fuck.
“Faith,” I mutter wanting answers.
I go to close the door when another woman steps through as well.
“You’re Alex?” she asks eyes wide as she looks from me to my wife. “Why didn’t you tell me this was where we were going? Why not let Lawson deal with the lunatic?”
Lunatic?
What the fuck?
“Lyrica,” Faith says the woman’s name in warning as she moves toward the bed and lays the little boy down. “Go back to sleep, baby,” she whispers, brushing his hair out of his face.
“Teddy? Daddy?” The little boy asks, eyes on me.
“Yeah, Alec, that’s your daddy. I’ll go grab your teddy. You just lay here, okay?” Fuck me this is my son. A son she named Alec. His name so damn close to my own.
Shit.
“Okay, Mommy,” his sweet voice says, his eyes move to his mom but come back to me as Faith moves away from him.
“I, um, I need to get his bag from my car,” she says apprehensively.
“You can’t go out there,” Lyrica stammers quietly.
“Alec needs his Teddy, blanket and pic . . .” she stops speaking to Lyrica as her gaze comes to mine.
“Faith give me your keys,” I order, holding my hand out for her to hand them over.
“Alex,” she starts to say.
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on here.
And we’ll get to that in a minute. One being you fuckin’ explaining why you didn’t tell me about our kid,” I snap in a low tone to keep Alec from hearing me.
“However, according to your friend here you have some issue with a lunatic and I’m not letting you outside until I find out what it is.
Now sit your ass down and I’ll get one of my brothers to get y’alls shit.
“It’s just Alec’s bag. I have mine,” Lyrica states and Faith casts her eyes to the carpet.
I’ll be sure to ask her about this as well.
“Alright, sit down,” I mutter, pointing to the little table and chair set in the corner of the room as I pull out my phone and dial Pitch Black’s number.
He answers on the second ring. “What?”
“Need you or one of the others to come in here,” I say, keeping my gaze on Faith.
“On the way.”
Pulling the phone from my ear, I put it in my pocket at the same time I move across the room to place my gun, I’d still been holding, in my bag on top of the dresser, out of sight of Alec seeing it and possibly trying to grab it.
There’s a knock on the door before it opens. Stepping into the room, all four of my brothers step in. Eyes on Faith as they do so.
“What’s going on?” Tyres asks, turning to face me.
“Can one of you go down to Faith’s car and grab a bag for Alec?” I nod my head in Alec’s direction who was staring up at me as if he were to blink, I would disappear.
“Yeah, no problem,” Brake says, clearing his throat as he holds his hand in my direction.
“Thanks, brother.” Handing him the keys, I run a hand through my hair.
“Yep, which car?” he asks.
“Same one Faith had four years ago,” I mutter.
“Right,” he grumbles and turns to leave the room.
“I could have gone to get his bag,” Faith mumbles.
“Zip it, Faith,” I growl to which she narrows her gaze on me as she crosses her arms and murmurs something under her breath.
“Faith, we should have gone to Lawson,” Lyrica whispers, leaning into my wife causing me to stiffen.
“I–I couldn’t.” I want to know why but at the same time I don’t, because she came to me. Which means to me, she still trusts that I can protect her.
Fuck.
“Brother, you wanna explain some shit,” Tyres suggest.
“I would if I fuckin’ knew. But what I can gather is I’ve got a kid with my wife I didn’t know about and they just showed up at the door. Lyrica here keeps saying something about a fuckin’ lunatic and going to Lawson. So now I need my wife to explain shit to me.”
“Can you not cuss in front of Alec please?” Faith asks mutedly.
“Alec?” Pitch Black grumbles, looking from Faith to my son in the bed. “Holy shit, man he looks just like you.”
Turning to look at my kid again. I find him still staring at me.
“Daddy,” he whispers.
“He knows who you are.” I glance at Faith as she informs me of this to find her staring at the carpet again. She told him about me. My son knows who I am. What I look like and I didn’t know shit about him.
“How old is he?”
“Alec will be four in a couple months,” she says, and I can hear the pain in her voice.
Faith doesn’t want to have this out in front of an audience and honestly, I don’t care.
At the same time, I’m the one that fucked everything up back then.
I could have been in my kid’s like this entire time if I hadn’t been a stupid fucker for making her leave.
Then again, she could have contacted me at any point and told me about my son.
This shit is completely fucked, and I don’t know what to fuckin’ do. What I do know is my wife is finally in the same room as me and I’m not about to let her or our kid out of my sight.