Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

I would have never thought from looking at him that he was so haunted.

A buzz in my pocket takes my attention away from the older man that just dropped some knowledge on me. When I look down at the screen, I recognize Brendan's number. Maybe he has some information about Keeley.

"Speak." I answer.

"Wire, hey brother." Brendan breathes a heavy sigh.

"Yeah, what did you find out?"

"You're not going to like it."

"What the fuck more am I not going to like? I already found out that most of my childhood was a fucking lie. Did something happen to Keeley?" I ask thinking maybe that is why he was holding back on the information.

"No, I didn't find anything more on Keeley. I did find out the names and locations of your father and twin sisters."

Twin sisters, I had sisters. I wonder what kind of life they had growing up.

"Do you want to know the names?" Brendan asks hesitantly.

The names? Is that what he thought I was going to be upset about? "Fucking spit it out Brendan."

"Fine, your sisters are, Lyrica and Simone Ryans, they are both located in New Orleans Louisiana. Right now, they are at the Inferno's Clutch MC Clubhouse. It's not far from Archer and them."

"Ok, that's not bad. I can reach out and maybe speak with them if they want."

"Yeah, I think that could work out."

I waited a second for him to continue, when he didn’t, I urged him on. "What of my biological father?"

"Fuck, ok, the man that came up as your biological father is one Charles Whitten."

My stomach nearly lurches out of my mouth. "Fuck out of here. You're wrong. That's bullshit!" I gag and continue to scream at him through the phone. "You got the test wrong."

"Wire, DNA doesn't fucking lie. He's your father. It’s a 99.9999% match. I can forward you the documentation if you fucking want." Brendan barks back through the phone.

"What the fuck ..." I can't say anything else. I lean over and put my hand on my knee. This can't fucking be right.

"Listen, brother I don't know if he knew. Maybe he didn't-" I hang up the phone before he can say anything else.

The apprehension that I felt before is nothing compared to the fucking rage rolling through my body right now. Charles Whitten is my biological father. Even though there were years that I would have done anything to make sure that I was in his good graces, he never once told me that I was anything more than a member of his fucking club. I make my way over to my bike not even bothering to tell Clean that I was leaving. I had to get down to Florida and ask Prime, the founding member of the Wings of Diablo, why the fuck he never told me I was his son.

Dillon

It took me three days on the road to make it down to where Prime is. I don't know if anyone has told him that I am on the way or if anyone has reached out to Clean. Despite that there is absolutely nothing that’s going to stop me from getting the fucking answers I want. I spent years in that man’s company and never picked up on anything. I thought he treated everyone like a son. Come to find out maybe I was just a bit more special than the rest.

It's been a few years since I've been down here to see him. Even then he never said a thing. As the founder of our club, he would always be held in high regards, but he chose to leave the life in order to focus on his family.

A family that didn't fucking include his illegitimate son.

I pull my bike to a stop at the edge of his walkway, I don't even verify that it's fucking secure. I see that there is another bike here. A custom one for someone that has problems with their legs. There is only one other biker I know with a bike like that. Ryder must be here with Cherry. It didn't matter either way, if Ryder decided to try and stop me, I was just going to have to go through him as well.

When I turn the corner, I can see the four of them on the porch—Cherry, little LJ, Ryder, and that fuck Prime.

"Ha! Would you look at this shit. Is this a fucking family reunion or some shit? Y’all going to have to learn how to call before you just show up. I don't have enough booze for this shit." Prime jokes as he gets up from his seat and starts in my direction. A huge smile on his face. He's happy to see me.

"Oh shit, Wire what are you doing here?" Ryder asks from behind him as he gets up too and heads in my direction.

I clench my jaw hard trying to get a grip on myself, but even as I continue to make my way towards them, I know that I don't have any control. I want to kill this fuck. I want to ram my fucking hand through his face until it comes straight through to the other side. He had lied to me. It feels like I've been lied to my entire fucking life.

Prime's face falls and his eyebrows clench together as he gets a good look at my expression. I’m not slowing down. "Wire, what's up?" He braces himself, he must know what I'm about to do. Ryder doesn't though. I have to get to Prime before Ryder figures it out or he would never let me do it.

When I get close enough, I take off into a run. Tackling Prime to the ground, I quickly raise my hands over my head and start pounding into the old man's face. He blocks a few times and tries to flip me over, but even with him above me I manage to