the rest of the MC again, I’ll be in your face faster than a rash follows poison oak.”
“That sounds like a threat.”
I snorted. “Your ears are working. That’s something.”
Dagger snickered, and when I shot him a triumphant grin, he patted my ass again. “Ignore Wolfe, baby. He’s got a burr up his ass where you’re concerned.” Wolfe growled at that, but Dagger ignored him. “Now, what’s this about Bomber?”
“I needed to take a blood test.”
He blinked. “So?”
I shrugged. “When I went to my first check-up for Amaryllis, I had to pee in a cup and bleed out for their tests.” When he stiffened, I squeezed his shoulder. “All routine stuff, baby, you don’t need to worry.
“Anyway, when the results came back, there was something weird with my blood work. There was nothing wrong, and it turned out to be something funky with the lab they used, but because there were concerns, we had to get access to my medical records. My mom and dad’s too.” That had been a nightmare considering we were on the run and living under false identities… Ryan had shed a shit ton of cash because of that fuck up.
“So?” he repeated, evidently not getting where I was heading with this.
“My mom and I share the same blood type. AB. My biological father would have to have A, B, or AB type blood.”
His eyes widened, and he shot Wolfe a concerned look. “And Bomber didn’t?”
“Nope. He was O type.”
Wolfe’s jaw tightened and, even though I wasn’t unaccustomed to violence and was sure as fuck no shrinking violet, the slamming of his hand against the desk was so loud and so unexpected that it had me jumping in place.
“Son of a bitch,” he ground out.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Think you mean daughter of a bitch.”
Wolfe scowled at me. “Not you, him. That motherfucker.”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I demanded.
When he just turned his back on me and stared out the window, I frowned at him then shot Dagger a look. He winced. “It just makes sense is all, Lucie,” he explained, his tone grave.
“Why?”
“Well, the way he cut you out. The way he treated you. The—” Dagger blew out a sharp breath. “He didn’t leave you anything in his will.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t expect him to. He hated me. I think he always hated me.”
Wolfe’s voice was low, seething with rage and disgust as he twisted around to stare at me. “Baby—” Just when my heart felt like it was going to melt at that, his first endearment to me in years, he broke it when he continued, “I think Bomber killed your mom.”
4
Wolfe
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I couldn’t blame Lucie for being confused. Even though I knew more than she did, I was confused too.
We’d been raised with the knowledge that Bomber had adored his woman so fucking much, he would take no other. His house in town was like a shrine to her, and the only women he let near him were sweetbutts. The second any bitch tried to put her claws in him, that chick had to haul ass or be gutted—Bomber wasn’t exactly a gentleman.
As I looked out onto the yard outside my office window, the view gave me a prime shot at the gates. I was addicted to watching those gates, had been since I’d watched Lucie walk through them, taking my fucking heart with her. And now she was back? Readjusting to having that heart back was hard going.
Scraping my hand across my jaw, I savored the rasp of my stubble as it eased the itch because I needed to shave, and turned away from the gate because my demons had returned home and I didn’t have a fucking clue what to do with them.
“He told me something when he was in the hospital,” I started gruffly when I turned around to face her.
“What?” she demanded. “Something about my mom?”
“It didn’t make sense at the time. But he asked me to get Flame to burn down the house.”
Her eyes widened. “The townhouse is burned down?”
“Yeah. We did it after his wake.” I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck. “He was talking about hiding something, but he wasn’t making much sense.”
“Those last few days, Luce, he was delirious. It was a wonder he lived as long as he did. Shot in the gut like that?” Dagger rocked his head from side to side. “He was hopped up on meds when he wasn’t unconscious.”