Mason Wolfe (Wolfe Brothers #3) - Sandi Lynn Page 0,46
need to have a family meeting.”
“I’m on my way.”
I downed my drink and threw some cash on the bar.
“That’s all you’re having?” Hanna asked.
“Gotta run. My mother has summoned me.”
“Good luck!” She smiled.
I walked up the steps to the townhouse just as Nathan pulled up in a cab.
“Bro, wait,” he called out.
I stopped and looked at him.
“What do you think is going on?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I’m worried. Something is obviously wrong and to be honest, I can’t take anything else right now.”
“I’m sure everything is okay. It’s probably just Mom overreacting about something.” He hooked his arm around me.
When we opened the door, we saw my mother and Elijah in the living room.
“Hello, boys. I have your drinks ready for you.” She held up two glasses of scotch.
I looked at Elijah as he sat on the couch with his drink in his hand.
“Mom, what is going on?” I asked.
Sit down. Both of you.
She took in a deep breath, and I could tell she was scared about something.
“Someone is here to see you and I want all of you to remain calm.”
“Who is it, Mom?” Nathan asked.
“It’s me, son,” I heard a familiar voice from behind.
The three of us turned around and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Jack? Oh my God, I’ve been looking for you,” I said.
“Boys, this is Jack Dawson—”
“Our father,” Elijah spoke through gritted teeth.
“What?!” Both Nathan and I exclaimed at the same time.
“Boys.” Jack put his hands up. “I know how this must seem.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I shouted as I stood up.
“Mason, sit down and let him explain,” my mother spoke.
“Let him explain?” Nathan scowled. “Explain what? We don’t owe this asshole anything, let alone our time.”
“He’s right. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Elijah said as he stood up. “I can’t believe you,” he shook his head at our mother.
“I said to sit your asses down!” she screamed. It was a scream and a tone I’d never heard come from her before. “I am your mother and you will do as I say, regardless of your age! Do you understand me!”
Shit. I thought she was going to pull out a wire hanger. That was exactly how she sounded. The three of us looked at her in shock and slowly sat back down. Jack walked over and took a seat in the chair across from us.
“First, I know this is a tremendous shock to you, and I wasn’t planning on doing this. Confronting you, that is. But, after talking to Sara, she made a lot of sense.”
“Sara? What the fuck does she have to do with this?” I scowled.
“I came into her ER last week because I’m sick. She admitted me and we talked.”
I was pissed as hell she lied to me.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nathan asked.
“Who the fuck cares,” Elijah spoke as he finished his drink. When he went up to get another, my mother told him to sit down, and she brought the bottle of scotch to him.
“I’m dying. I don’t want your sympathy and I don’t want your pity.”
“Don’t worry. You’re not getting any of it from us,” I said.
“I know you hate me, and I don’t blame you. I hate me.”
“I doubt that very much,” Elijah spoke.
“What are you dying from?” Nathan asked.
“I was diagnosed with stage three pancreatic cancer. I had surgery and then went through a few rounds of chemo, but it didn’t stop the spreading into one of my lymph nodes. They gave me about six months to live. Now, I’m in stage four and the cancer has spread to my liver, stomach and lungs. I have about three months tops.”
“Is that why you came here?” Elijah asked. “Because you’re dying and you’re looking for something from us?”
“I want nothing from you, Elijah. All I wanted was to see how well you all were doing.”
“Now you’ve seen, so you can get the hell out of here!” Elijah spewed.
Chapter 36
Mason
I felt betrayed. Betrayed again by the man I despised the most. I befriended him, helped him, and this whole time, he never told me who he really was.
“Elijah’s right. You can get the hell out of here now,” I said.
“Boys, that’s enough,” my mother spoke.
“Really, Mom?” I narrowed my eye at her. “Have you forgotten what he did to you, to us? The pain he caused you for so many years. Your views on relationships which trickled down to us and the way we lived our lives.”
“No. I haven’t forgotten. But he is dying, and everyone