“I know she’s fucking pregnant. Everyone with eyes can see she is pregnant from a mile away. Do you think we are going to have a little brother or sister, El?”
“Listen to your sister, Legacy, and shut up. You are making a fool of yourself.” Chance reached past Elodie to grip Legacy’s shoulders and turn him. The movement brought him facing me.
Even from where I was, I could see the anger spark into life in Legacy’s eyes. He wasn’t just angry, he was heartbroken. I knew Legacy pretty well. We had ridden together for years before I had transferred to Cardiff, so I knew the look in his eyes wasn’t just grief for his dead father; it was something else.
“You know her, don’t you, Pocket?” He called out to me. “What do you reckon the odds are that the kid she’s carrying is my dad’s?”
I remained silent as he shook off Chance’s hands and whirled on the girl on the other side of the open grave. Ghost’s coffin lay between them but neither one of them were looking at it though. Legacy was staring at her, and Chloe was looking at me.
“No idea, brother,” I mumbled. I couldn’t keep looking at her because she was breaking my heart. I had never stopped thinking about her. I had even imagined what it would be like to see her again and then she had turned up pregnant and all my dreams had evaporated into smoke.
She had been a virgin…a small voice echoed that sentiment in my head, but I shook it away.
Legacy ignored me. “Hey, baby mama,” he called out and this time he lurched to the side, barely caught by Domino and Duke.
“Head up and ignore him. He’s just drunk,” Gio said, and his voice carried. Getting involved was probably the worst thing he could have done. Up until that moment, Legacy hadn’t even noticed him, but he did now.
“Did my dad give her to you when he was done with her? What does your wife think of sharing you with some biker’s sloppy seconds?” Legacy leered.
I shook my head. Legacy was going to get himself killed.
“But then again, didn’t you marry a relation of a Son?” Legacy laughed as Domino began dragging him away. Chance stepped in front of him.
Jesus, what was wrong with him?
“Nah, let go of me. What did she expect us to be like? She’s a money grabbing slut.”
A sob ripped its way from Chloe’s throat. Tearing my eyes away from the car wreck that was Legacy, I found her with my eyes.
She met my gaze for a second and her look seemed to beg me to help her, to say something to stand up for her, but I couldn’t.
Turning on her heels, she ran. “Chloe!” Gio and Keeley called after her together.
“You’re a fucking fool, Legacy.” A new voice called out and there was Sy, dressed all in black with her hands on her hips, and she looked livid.
“Fuck off. Who even invited you?”
“Fuck off yourself,” she spat right back. “Chloe is here to grieve and say goodbye to Ghost, just like you are.” She stepped into his face. “Exactly like you are. Chloe isn’t your dad's woman, you absolute moron. She’s his daughter.”
A stunned gasp went up, and the world tilted under my feet.
“Ghost was her dad.”
Chapter Twenty
Iran even though I knew I shouldn’t. Ghost wouldn’t have wanted me to run away from his son, but then, Ghost would have been livid that I had turned up at all. He had told me to stay away. It had practically been his dying wish, and I had ignored it .
Taking a sharp right from the cemetery car park, I headed into a more residential street. I didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was that I needed to get away. Lose myself in a crowd for a while.
Gio and Keeley were going to be angry at me as well. I had promised them I would stay by their side if they let me come, and here I was wandering around a part of the city I didn’t even know.
It was a stupid, foolish thing to do, and I knew it, but the last few months had made me stupid. It had been so quiet that it was almost like I was a normal girl living a normal life. Albeit one that was protected by one of the most feared men in the world.
It made me brave when I should have been cautious.
My feet slowed, and I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. Looking around, I frowned. I didn’t know where thehell I was. Nothing about this street was familiar at all. And it was empty. Not one single person walked on either side of the road.
Unease crawled up my neck, making the hairs on my arms stand up under my thick coat.