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twisted fuck.”

The body exploded into dust.

“Now he’s dead.” Donny turned and saw dust everywhere. There wasn’t a single Rottweiler in sight.

The chains feel away from Cadeym.

“I think we might be able to get out of here now,” Kane said.

Donny didn’t have to be told twice. He raced down the stairwell and to the nearest exit, crashing through the door and sucking down the sweet, sweet rush of fresh air.

“Hey, knucklehead,” Hondo said from the doorway, holding the door open. “You’re not going to find any shadows out there in that sunlight. Get your ass back in here so we can go home.”

Donny shook his head. He was never stepping foot in that building again. “I’ll find another way.”

He used his teleportation, giddy that it was working again, and found a nearby gas station. Donny used the bathroom as his entrance into the demon realm, wanting to kiss the ground when he emerged close to the apartment building.

Wasting no time, he hurried to the alley beside the building to gain entrance. When he walked into his apartment, he expected to see Getty hard at work on his laptop.

The laptop was on the coffee table, but Getty wasn’t in the room. Donny checked the entire apartment, but his mate was gone.

* * * *

This was Getty’s second mug of beer, and he was a lot more relaxed than when he had first gotten there. He was still waiting for someone to ask how he’d magically popped into the room, but so far no one had said a word.

“This your kid, Rocco?” some guy asked. “No shit.”

“I still don’t get it.” Getty waved a hand in front of him. “My mom had an affair with you? Richard isn’t my real father?”

Getty had had his mind blown so much lately that his brain should’ve looked like Swiss cheese. But that would explain why Getty had black hair and Pete had their father’s blond. Their mother had blue eyes, so Getty had assumed that was where he’d gotten his from, while his dad and Pete had brown.

Though Getty had read somewhere that brown was predominant, so he should’ve had brown, too.

It wasn’t only that. Getty had Rocco’s slant nose, the shape of his eyes, and the slight upward angle of his brows.

Rocco grunted as he rocked back on his chair. “I tried to talk your mom into staying with me, but she already had a kid and a husband. From what she told me, her and Dick were on the outs. His drinking and lack of work was what drove her into my arms.”

Getty could see that. His father was driving him insane, and he’d only been there a few weeks. He wasn’t sure how his mom had put up with it for so many years. The drinking, the arguments, his lack of contribution to the household.

Getty tucked his hands between his knees. “But why didn’t you try to contact her, to stay in my life if you knew I was yours?”

A biker gang wasn’t the ideal way to grow up, but it would’ve been better than thinking Richard was his father. Anything would’ve been preferable to that.

Too bad Pete was their dad’s legit son. Pete would’ve been over the moon to find out that he wasn’t related to Richard.

Rocco leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “I tried, Getty. Your mom committed herself to her marriage after she left me. She wanted no part of me in your life, and at the time, I was a rotten bastard who didn’t deserve you, thought you’d be better off without me. Then she moved and changed her number, and I lost touch after that.”

Getty wasn’t sure how to feel, but at least Rocco was being honest with him and not trying to give him some bullshit excuse.

Even now that he knew the truth, Getty still loved his father. Richard hadn’t been the best example, wasn’t worth much, but he’d stuck around, which some fathers didn’t do.

And he was somewhat angry that Rocco hadn’t fought harder to be in his life. Everyone went through dark periods, finding themselves in places that weren’t good.

But honestly, Getty wasn’t sure how to feel.

“Did you even try to find me?”

“Buddy,” one of the men close by said. “He spent the better part of ten years searching for you. Don’t let him tell you otherwise.”

One of the women draped herself over Rocco, which irritated Getty. They were heaving a private moment, and he didn’t need the lady taking away Rocco’s attention.

“Do