Chapter 15 #2
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, staring at the screen in disbelief.
This guy is way more efficient than the previous PI we had hired when she first arrived.
It seems Sasha wasn’t at all satisfied with the raging star reviews we’d found on her, so he had to outsource a new one.
I’d seen her other birth certificate and didn’t question it.
It had her mother’s name, the same one on this document before us, but the difference?
The four Alphas listed in the father column, along with the last name.
Four.
“Do you think she knows?” Dom asks, a rasp to his deep voice.
I can tell he’s shocked, probably just as shocked as I am.
I don’t think either of us could have expected this to come out of Sasha’s need for revenge.
Before us is the kind of information that could not only destroy Lennon completely but also tear the Cardinals apart.
This could hinder her eligibility to inherit the club.
The team. She’s grieving a man she grew up believing was her father, and despite him being trash scum, that doesn’t take away the love she had for him.
Has for him. I doubt that kind of thing just disappears.
She’ll admire him til’ her last breath on this earth, so this information is probably the most powerful weapon we have. And I want nothing to do with it.
“What are you gonna do with it, Sash?” I pipe up, needing to know his next move.
Though, judging by the excitement rolling off him in dangerous waves, I already know the answer to that question.
I’m terrified. The repercussions of this getting out only end one way in my mind.
With her on a one-way ticket out of Vadena, and far the fuck away from me.
“We are going to destroy her is what we’re going to do,” Sasha replies, giving me an incredulous look.
I know I should shut my mouth. To go along with what my Alpha has been asking of me these past weeks. But this? I can’t do this. Not anymore.
“No, Sasha.”
The room stills around me, and Sasha remains unmoving. He doesn’t even blink or so much as look at me.
“What?” he asks, his tone lacking any kind of emotion. I swallow roughly, trying to find my fucking backbone.
“I can’t keep doing this shit. It was fun when we were fucking around with her, I get it. But this is too far. She isn’t the one who hurt you, and apparently she’s not even related to the asshole who did.”
“So what? Just forget everything and act as if nothing happened? Like she wasn’t still raised by Patrick and just move on with our lives?”
I can hear the increasing anger in his voice. The tension begins to grow in his broad shoulders. I shake my head in response.
“No. I’m not saying that at all. I’m saying that I need you to take a step back. To direct your anger at the people who deserve it. Not someone’s innocent daughter.”
Sasha scoffs, shaking his head before finally looking back at me.
“It’s a bit hard to direct all this hatred at a dead man, Holden.”
“Sure,” I shrug, “but that’s just the thing, Sasha. Those two men are dead. One death you had a hand in. Sometimes that has to be enough.”
“But it isn’t,” he chuffs, rising from the couch, his hands clenching on and off. Every inch of him radiates restless desperation.
“And what about you?” he questions, nodding toward Dom, who has been fairly quiet.
Dom looks at Sasha intently, like he is trying to gauge something or prepare for the fallout.
When I don’t think Dom is going to reply, I decide to speak instead, but Dom’s voice cuts over the silence, and all my careful words are thrown to the wayside.
I won’t be the one dealing with his reaction if I say something out of pocket.
“She is our scent match, Sash,” Dom says, his voice low and calm, though I know what he’s thinking even before he says what’s on his mind.
This is a dealbreaker for him too. While we were prepared to literally take her out, I’ve been in a constant state of confusion because I don’t think I was ever willing to do it as much as I was willing to remain loyal to my Alpha.
“The one person in the entire universe who is destined for us. The one person who can match each of us perfectly. There will never be anyone else for us but her, you know this. So give it up, baby.”
Standing from the couch, Dom walks over to stand before Sasha, taking hold of his hands.
“The most cathartic form of revenge on those two fucks is to be happy. To show them that the things they did to you don’t define you.”
Sasha rears back, dropping Dom’s hand like they are made of an inferno.
“You think I’m a monster.”
It wasn’t a question. I watch as Dom’s eyes widen in horror.
“No! Fuck no! You are nothing at all like them, do you hear me? But if you keep going down this path of destruction, you risk becoming something you won’t recognize. Something we won’t recognize. You’ll become him, baby, and I know you better than that.”
Sasha drops his head in defeat. I think he knows we’re right. I think he’s known it all along. The one that he can’t seem to stitch closed. His need to see the past transgressions paid for is far too strong.