UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (51 page)

I slink down onto my bed. Shit, I don’t have time to think more about this because I’m late meeting my father. That ass. He’s no longer Mayor, but he’s still the Pastor of the local church.

I haven’t seen him or talked to him since I moved away from this town years ago. Since I’ve been back, I’ve tried dodging his phone calls, but when I saw him at the damn grocery store, he cornered me. Thanks to the damn gossips in town, he knew I was back.

Now I’m on my way to supper with him. Lovely.

Before I get out of my car, I notice a familiar bike. “Motherfucker,” I say to myself. Why is Mason here?

I make my way inside, not bothering to knock. Why would I? It’s my dad’s house. Both my dad and Mason are sitting on the couch, having a beer and just chatting away.

Fucking traitors.

“Hilary,” Dad says while getting up and coming to me for a hug. I don’t return it because I don’t know what the fuck he’s trying to play at here.

“Daddy.”

“Babe,” Mason says, grinning and staring at my hand.

“Soon to be Ex-Husband,” I say back to him. I slide the ring I forgot to take off from my finger and tuck it in my purse with a smirk.

His features go dark, and he growls out, “Wont fuckin’ happen.”

Dad, ignoring the two of us, tells us to go into the dining room and sit down. Deciding to be a total bitch, I grab my cell out of my purse without them noticing, and go to the bathroom and dial in Trent’s number.

“Hey, Hil,” he says, sounding like he’s smiling.

“Hey, was wondering if you would like to come over to Dad’s for supper tonight?” I ask him sweetly.

Silence. “What do you have planned?” he asks, groaning.

“A little reveal.”

I hear him sigh. “Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”

My father thinks he can get away with this happy little reunion? Let’s see how happy he is with an unplanned guest. Time to kick shit up a notch. This town was getting boring anyway. Everyone else has let out his or her secrets, so now it’s time for my father to face his.  I bet my mom would love to see his face when shit hits the fan. I probably should have invited her as well for good measure.

I feel like I’ve stepped back in time with seeing Mason here with my dad—it’s like old times. The two of them have always shared a bond I’ll never quite fully understand. Mason would always hang out with my dad while I would get ready for our dates in high school. Everyone was so shocked that my father, the Pastor, would allow his fourteen-year-old daughter to date a sixteen-year-old guy with raging hormones, but Daddy saw something in Mason.

I used to think I saw something in him too.

Going back to the table, I pour myself a glass of wine and begin plating my food. At least Dad got something about tonight right—he made baked spaghetti.

Hilary is pissed, and I have to force myself not to laugh. Sitting at the table with her and Pastor Henry is giving me joy- that is, until she comes back from the bathroom with a grin. My eyes narrow on her, wondering what the fuck she’s up to.

“What’s got you in a good mood all of a sudden?” Henry asks.

“Oh, I invited a guest, someone that really should be here, since it’s ‘family’ time,” she sneers at him.

I look to Henry, watching as his face pales. “Who?” he asks gruffly.

Something is going on here. “Oh, you know, my brother,” she says calmly.

“Brother?” I ask. “You don’t have a brother.” Now I am just confused. What in the fuck is going on around here? Her dad seems just as lost on the matter as I am.

She lets out a small laugh. “Really? That’s funny, because my darling father has a son who’s about a year younger than I am. Funny that, huh?” she says while throwing her napkin down on the table. She takes a huge gulp of her wine. I think she has lost it.

Just then, the doorbell goes off, and she gets up, practically skipping to the front door. “Trent!” I hear her say happily.

Fuckin’ hell. What is going on? Trent- the asshole who came between us? I tighten the grip on my fork. If he even thinks of getting in my way this time, I will stab him in the damn eye.

She walks into the room with her arm wrapped around him. “See, the family is all here now,” she says, grinning, looking at her father.

My face pales, and I feel like the biggest fuck face on the planet. Her brother. She wasn’t cheating. What the fuck have I done?

“Oh, but wait. I have an announcement. Wanna hear it? Mason, honey, you’ll need to pay attention now.” 
What does this shit have to do with me?
I wonder with a sick feeling in my stomach. What is she getting at?

“Hilary, don’t do this,” her father says while standing from his chair, looking appalled. His chair falls onto its back.

“Oh, but Daddy, why not? You want to keep brothers apart?” With that, my blood boils.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand. I am getting fed up with this beating around the bush bullshit. “Shit or get off the pot!” I slam my fist down on the table, dropping my knife before I do somethin’ crazy.

She smirks. “Oh, didn’t you know? Your mother is the reason my parents divorced. Funny, huh? My loving father is the reason your parents split up. Trent here is our brother. Awesome news, ain’t it?”

“How long have you known?” I ask her, feeling betrayed all over again.

“Since I was sixteen,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as though it isn’t a big deal.

“And you didn’t fuckin’ think to tell me then?” I don’t know what is worse right now. “I think I would have rather have found out you really were fuckin’ cheating on me, not this shit. You really are a selfish fuckin’ bitch.”  How could she keep something like this from me? We were married. We were supposed to have each other’s backs, not stab each other in it.

Hilary’s face pales, and pain slashes through her eyes. “Fuck you! Don’t worry about that fuck earlier today. I won’t let the lawyer know. I’ll sign those fuckin’ papers,” I shout at her as I walk out the front door.

What was I thinking? Yeah, right- Hilary and I working our shit out? Fuck that. Fuck her. I don’t need this shit, and I sure as fuck don’t need a brother. Trent knew he was my brother; he could have stepped up and been a man about the shit, told the truth. Fuck them both and their fucked up twisted family. Don’t need or want any fuckin’ one of them.  I climb on my bike and smoke my tires as I peel out of the driveway.

Well, that sort of went how I expected. I wanted to finally get some shit out in the open- show Mason that my father wasn’t as perfect as he thought and finally have him know why I actually spent time with Trent when he thought I was cheating on him.

So, yeah, safe to say this backfired. “I’m sorry, Trent,” I tell him.

He squeezes me softly. “It’s okay, sis. Don’t worry. I should have known you wanted a big scene,” he says with a smirk. I hate that I missed out on growing up with my brother. I think we might have driven each other crazy, but it still would have been nice. Our stupid father just had to be picture perfect instead.

“How could you?” my father’s voice shouts, pulling me away from Trent.

“Sorry,
Daddy,
but that shit was bound to come out at some point,” I tell him.

“You have no fucking idea what you just did,” he says, angrily stepping toward us.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I finally let him know some important shit that he should have known from day one! But, no, I had to keep your dirty little secret!” I shout at him.

“That man already has enough guilt! And you throw that at him!” my father says.

“Don’t take this out on her, old man. You were a shit father, trying to hide the fact I was yours,” Trent says with his face turning dark.

“Don’t you talk to me about that, boy. You were never supposed to have been born,” my father yells.

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have fucked around on your wife and slept with a married woman!” Trent shouts.

I can see tempers rising way beyond what they should be, and I fear for people’s safety. “Okay, stop please. Trent, let’s go, okay? You can take me to Taco Time.”

“Yeah.” He jerks his arm from my reach, and I push him out the front door. At least no one was hurt, physically at least. I feel like shit for just springing that on Mason back there with no warning, but I really wasn’t thinking about it. I thought just maybe Mason would want to know his brother—guess I never knew him at all. That something I thought I saw in him apparently never existed, must have been a figment of my imagination.  At least Trent’s being cool about it all.  I’m glad I’m getting to see him anyways. I’ve missed him.

We get out to my car, and he decides to follow me to the restaurant so that neither of us has to come back for our cars. After a short drive over, I can’t seem to get Mason off of my mind. That ring has my purse feeling weighted down with rocks, emotionally.

“So what’s eating at you, other than our disappointment of a father?” Trent asks as he puts sauce on his hard shell tacos.

I can’t take it anymore, and I pull the ring from my purse and lay it on the table.

“Wow, that’s some rock you got there.” He nearly chokes on his food.

“It’s my wedding band. Well, it was. Mason gave it back to me earlier. He has some crazy notion that I’ll take him back. He must have lost what little of a mind he has.”

“How do you really feel, sis? Your mouth might say one thing, but your face says something else entirely,” he says cautiously.

“I think you are seeing shit. I can’t fucking stand Mason!” I snap at him.

“Yep, keep telling yourself that.” He shakes his head. “You’ll go back to him,” he states.

“Whatever gave you that impression?” I ask as I stare at the ring that once meant everything to me. It represented the love we shared. I hold it in my hand, wondering how it would feel to have it on my finger again. Would it still hold the same feeling it once held- that feeling that nothing else mattered as long as he loved me?

“Because if you didn’t care…if you didn’t love him...it wouldn’t be so hard for you to fight the urge to slip that ring back on your finger.”

“Yeah, well, enough of this shit.” I shove the ring back in my purse, hating that my brother could be right. We say our goodbyes, and I head back to the hotel, needing to be alone.