Chapter 15 #2
“No,” I said, a little more forceful than was necessary. Chaos rolled his eyes and distracted them while I made my exit. Heading to my bike, I waited for Chaos to join me. Looking down at the card Raf had given me, I took note of his name.
In all the years I had known him, I’d never known him as anything other than Raf. Seeing his full name, recognition sparked, and I felt my stomach churn violently.
Everything was too fucking connected and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like being on the receiving end of not knowing shit that I should. Tracing my fingers over the letters, I tried to find a way to bring this up without causing a scene. But maybe that’s what it called for.
Chaos finally joined me, his face covered in bright red lipstick, his neck and chest also covered.
“I’m surprised you didn’t let them use your cock for a minute.”
“It was tempting,” he said, but I could hear the lie in his tone. He was falling for Frankie, which meant we were both in the shit, romantically speaking.
“Here,” I said, as I handed him the card. He looked down and then back up at me.
“Bianchi?”
Nodding, I started my bike. “We need to get Trojan onto that. We need to know everything.”
Rafael was a Bianchi.
And so was Ro.
What the fuck was going on?
Rowan
My body ached in the best way. I could feel the ache in my muscles from where Reaper had squeezed his fingers into them as he pounded me so hard I’d passed the fuck out. Opening my eyes, I found myself alone in the bed.
Disappointed that he hadn’t been who I woke up on, I stretched and sat up, turning quickly when I noticed someone sitting in a chair next to the bed.
“Jesus, fuck, Wyatt.”
I held my hand over my chest, trying to calm my pounding heart. Turning back to him, I saw the grim look on his face.
One I hadn’t seen him have with me. Suddenly, my anxiety peaked. “What’s wrong?”
“You told me you didn’t know who your father was.”
Confused, I tried to piece together what he was saying. “I don’t.”
“Really? You didn’t tell Frankie his name was Darian Bianchi?”
Fuck. How did he know that? I didn’t even think Frankie was listening when I told her that.
She’d been doing her whole ‘mmhmm’ and ‘That’s crazy’ responses when I told her.
Usually, that was when she had gotten distracted by something on her phone or she was in the middle of remembering something and couldn’t utilise her full brain capacity.
I mean, I couldn’t complain, I did the exact same thing.
“I saw it on my birth certificate when I was looking through some documents to rent my apartment. My mother wouldn’t tell me if it was true or not.”
“Why else would the name be on there, Rowan?”
I shrugged. “She won’t tell me anything about him, and I can’t find anything. I gave up the search a while ago. Why does it matter?”
His expression changed, softened a little, before he cleared his throat. Pulling something from inside his kutte, he threw it down on the bed. I looked down at a photo from my past.
“Where did you get this?” I asked, picking it up and looking at the photo, where we were smiling. Me, Frankie and…Raf.
Happier times.
Before…he changed.
“The Pit.”
Realisation flooded over me, and I pulled the sheet up to cover myself.
I’d lied to him the other night when he asked.
I told him I knew about it, but the truth was, I’d been there, almost every weekend for almost six months.
I’d wanted to be there because it had been fun and exciting and everything my mother hated.
“I can explain.”
“I’d appreciate that, Rowan.”
He was angry. Not just angry, but he had a simmering rage right on the surface. I could see it. But more than that, I could see the man that was known as Reaper.
And that was terrifying.
“I told you about how crushing my mother was once she got into the religion, that was true. I rebelled against it so much, I hated it. I hated that I couldn’t just be me, with my thick eyeliner and tight clothes, and the one who listened to hard rock and metal over the hymns of Sunday service.
Frankie was with Raf, getting her fix of being with a badass.
He was the guy you didn’t talk to, the dangerous bad boy that could get you arrested.
She was hooked, and she dragged me out with her one night to the Pit.
I loved it. I loved how wrong it was that I was there, that I was so young and no one batted an eye.
It was an obsession. I went every weekend almost, sometimes without Raf and Frankie.
I just wanted to feel like I could belong somewhere, and not feel bad about who I was. ”
His expression morphed into understanding, the grimace on his face was changing.
“Why’d you stop?”
I shrugged. “I…started dating Trey.”
“Did he know about Raf?”
“Yeah, we all went to school together. I didn’t know Trey that much, he was…well, I’m sure you know how smart he was. He was top of his class, and I was barely able to get through a class without being distracted.”
“He tutored you?”
I nodded. “Yeah, he got me to a place where I could graduate.”
Reaper nodded.
“What’s going on, Wyatt? Why the inquisition?”
“I don’t like being lied to.”
He stood up, pushing the chair away and swiping a hand down his face.
“I didn’t lie, Wyatt.”
“Yes, you did. I gave you complete honesty when I told you something no one fucking knows about me, and you sat there and omitted the truth, and for no fucking reason. I wouldn’t have judged you for it. You were finding out who you were. So why not tell me the fucking truth?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.”
He nodded, looking anywhere but at me. “I’ve got work to get to.”
“I’ll go back to my room.” I said, feeling like it was a gut punch to say. I’d come to think of this room as mine now. “Give you some space.”
Reaper nodded, breaking my heart. “Yeah, that’d be a good idea.”
I dropped the sheet, and grabbed my clothes, scattered around the room and quickly dressed, before I fled without looking back. Tears streamed down my face, humiliation and hurt melding in my chest to form a block, making it hard to breathe.
Entering my room, I slammed the door and ran to the bed, curling up with the pillow pressed to my chest. The sobs overtook my body and the tears ran heavier than they ever had. Even Tee and Tori had never had me cry like this.
What the fuck?
He’s had his fill of you and now he’s going back to his whores, the vicious inner voice sang, making the sobs turn painful.
Fuck you, Wyatt.