Jett

2 - What the hell am I going to do now?

Maria

What the hell am I doing here?

One night of stupidity at my cousin’s wedding a couple of months ago, and I’m in a complete mess that I have to get myself out of before my brother kills me, and he will. Okay, not literally, but he thinks I’m some pure little virgin girl, the good little Catholic Italian girl. Traditional. Pure. Untouched.

Yeah right. I’m not a virgin and haven’t been for a long time. However, I am traditional in the sense that I won’t be an unmarried mother. I will marry my child’s father. I just have to convince him that it’s the only way my brother won’t kill him. Because, him, Draven will kill.

I don’t even know how this happened. Okay, we spent one hell of a night together. He fucke.d me in ways you could only imagine. Like a wild beast, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He was so demanding, and I was more than just a little submissive.

I’d never wanted to submit to anyone before, but I let go completely with him. I loved the way he demanded things of me. I loved the way he took me. I had never felt so free or beautiful in my life.

My whole life has been one fight after another to keep control. It has always been challenging in the world I live in; so many rules to live by and so many men always telling me what to do. Not that I always listen. However, what Jett gave me that night was freedom like I’d never known. I had no idea handing control over to someone else, permitting them to take my body and mind to places I’d never known, could make me feel like that.

He was not the kind of man I usually go for.

I mean, come on, a biker?

A Vice President at that?

Okay, he was a man of power in his own right. Men with power, a bad boy with muscles and tattoos, are a real turn-on. For me, at least.

Jett was not what I thought a biker would be. He was strong, beautiful, and filthy-mouthed. I couldn’t resist the way he whispered his dirty words in my ear. God, he told me exactly what he wanted to do to me, held nothing back, and wasn’t scared of my brothers at all. He wanted me, so he took me, consequences be damned.

If Draven had known, he would have shot the guy right then and there, and at that point, Jett’s MC and my brother’s family had declared a truce. I should not have been tempting fate.

Why a truce?

Because my brother, Draven, the Boss of the Vidal Crime Famiglia, declared war on Snakes Henchmen MC a few months ago. I don’t know the ins and outs of why, but long story short, my cousin, Avery, fell in love with a member of the MC, Ghost. They’d been having a secret relationship for months. Not only did it cause my brother almost to execute Ghost, but Avery swore she would never live without him.

Avery helped Draven get the sample he needed to prove what he already knew deep down. He and I had a brother within said motorcycle club. Our father was Hammer’s also. Once the sample came back positive, Avery slit her wrists at the dinner table. She wanted to die so badly that she didn’t care how she did it or where. All she wanted was to be with her Danny. Danny is Ghost’s real name.

It broke my heart to see her like that. I never in my life imagined anybody could be so in love that they’d not want to live without the other person. Avery is like a sister to me, and having her try to kill herself hurt me so badly that I couldn’t breathe.

I sat by her bedside, praying she would be okay, but I knew in my heart that if my brother killed Ghost, she never would be.

Thankfully, Hammer talked Draven around, and he let Ghost go. Not only that, but Draven also allowed Ghost and Avery to continue their relationship. However, he made Ghost swear that he’d take care of Avery. I saw how much he loved her the moment he walked through the door to her hospital room. Ghost was heartbroken to see Avery so sick.

I was shocked to learn that I had another brother. Draven explained everything briefly to me while we waited for Ghost to come out of Avery’s room. I hadn’t known before that moment. I think my jaw hit the floor. I actually felt a little left out by Draven and Avery. They’d known the truth for a while but said nothing to me.

My father and Avery’s were siblings, and apparently, Uncle Vinny told his wife all about my father’s secret son. Draven only found out after reading a letter Avery’s mother wrote to her, which stated my father had been married again after he left my mother – it was a shock to me because I never knew this fact, he’d been married to my mother when I was born – and one day we’d all know the little boy that was his. The little boy who was being raised by bikers. The little boy, my father’s ex-wife, swore blind was someone else’s.

Avery had never seen such a letter; Draven never gave it to her. He hadn’t known about it until it was brought to him by one of his men. He read it because it could have been anything and then took matters into his own hands.

The story goes that when Draven was just a small boy, my father left our mother and married someone else only two months later. Yeah, God knows if his divorce from my mother was even legal. I didn’t think you could get a divorce that quickly.

Apparently, he had another son in that marriage, but he knew nothing about the child when he left his second wife to go back to my mom just months after marrying Hillary, his second wife. His second marriage fell apart merely because Hillary was terrified of him and wanted out of the marriage that he forced her into. This didn’t surprise me; my father was a terrifying man, and as a made man, he could make you do anything he wanted you to do. He saw Hillary in a bar, wanted her, and made sure she had no choice but to do what he said.

My heart broke for that woman and what she must have gone through with that man. The story goes that she was still a teenager, and she must have been so scared that this older man had taken her. I had to wonder if he raped her, threatened her family. I shed tears for her.

Avery’s father was the Don then and hadn’t even been informed of my father’s marriage to Hillary. He wasn’t happy about it at all. A couple of months after my father and Hillary were married, she got away from him, sought out Vinny, my uncle, and begged him for help.

My uncle was furious that my father had done such things to his wife. Vinny was not the kind of man who hurt women. Not just for the sake of it. Hillary was an innocent young girl my father forced into something she didn’t want. So, my uncle ordered my father to let Hillary go. So, he did, which tells me that he didn’t really want her to begin with. However, that meant my poor mother had to take him back.

I don’t know everything about it, and maybe she loved him because they remarried not long after. I don’t like to think the family forced her into it, but I have no doubt my father did.

I was six before my father even knew anything about his other son. He tried to force his ex-wife to allow him to see the child. She swore blind the child wasn’t his, that he was her second husband’s little boy, the man she’d met before she left my father. The reason she wanted to leave him. I guess she knew my dad, being a wise guy, could have brought hell to her doorstep. He would have taken that child away from her and raised him in the way of the mob, as would have been his right due to Famiglia rules, or maybe it was because her new husband was part of Snakes Henchmen, and it would have brought all-out war. The MC would have been wiped out, but I bet they would have put up a good fight.

I don’t know how that woman managed to convince my father the child wasn’t his, I’m guessing fake DNA results, but my dad backed off. Or so I heard.

Anyway, Draven met with the man my cousin believed was our brother. He laughed, of course, and said the whole thing was crazy. The President of Snakes Henchmen told our half-brother that it was true. Draven and I had an outlaw biker for a brother. His name is Hammer, or such is his road name. His given name is Sam, and no one but his wife has the honor of calling him.

Draven wanted to bring him into the family as our brother, but Hammer wanted nothing from him. I guess he was testing Draven when he said that if he loved Avery at all, he’d let Ghost go and allow him and Avery to be together. Family is everything to Draven; he saw Hammer’s side of things, and he let Ghost go.

Ghost came to the hospital that day, telling Avery how much he loved her and wanted to make her his wife. Which he did, and they are perfect together. They now have a little boy, Daniel, named after his father, who was born three days after Noah, Hammer’s son. I’m happy for them. I’m so glad Avery has Ghost. Draven and I were all Avery had at one point. None of us have parents, and the rest of our family live in Italy or in and around America.

Hammer wasn’t very accepting of Draven and me. Draven stood for everything Hammer hated, although they came together to fix things for both the family and the MC. Right now, there’s peace in this town and every town surrounding it. Hell, the whole of Tennessee is peaceful. It won’t last long; it never does. However, I sleep a little easier at night these days.

My father is still around. Somewhere. I’m not allowed to see him; that was what Draven forced on him because of the vile man he is. Either he stays the hell away from me, or Draven would kill him.

I was thirteen. I never forgave my brother for that because I don’t know what my dad did in order to have to leave me. My mother had died six months previously, and then my father was gone, but I could never hate Draven for any reason. I know he only did what he did because he had to. Regardless of the fact, he won’t tell me why.

Draven is twelve years older than I am and was plenty old enough to care for me after Dad was gone. He prided himself on doing what was right where I was concerned. He raised me right. However, I know I have failed him. I’m twenty-four years old and pregnant with an outlaw biker’s baby.

My brother will kill him.

My brother will kill me.

He really will. He warned me not to go near any of them. That we may have a biker for a brother, but that doesn’t mean I can stoop to that level and procreate with one. I would stoop to many levels if it meant I got one more night with Jett. God, I know in my heart that I will never find a man who can make me feel the way he did for as long as I live. Men like Jett don’t come along very often. Believe me.

What the hell am I going to do now?