Grave (Royal Devils MC #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,25

all because that’s when I’ll know what I’m doing is right.

“Did I shoot you? Couldn’t have been me, I wasn’t near you.” The tone he says those words in reaches inside of me and pulls at every ounce of hatred I have for the man. The guys can feel it too.

“Take a walk, Grave!” Preacher says, pushing me in the chest toward the door. My eyes stay locked with my dad’s, wanting nothing more than to snap his goddamn neck right here and now and they all know it. Instead, Silla grabs my hand and leads me out the door I just came through.

“This is bullshit!” I roar, ripping my hand away from hers as I walk back toward my bike. Fuck him. Fuck them all. I need out of here. I need space and I don’t know where to find that right now.

“Where are you going?” Silla asks when I don’t look back. I just keep walking, ignoring her and the hell that is inside the clubhouse.

“Out!” I know I shouldn’t be leaving her here alone but fuck, she can handle herself. Grabbing my helmet, I climb on my bike, rev up the engine, and haul ass out of there. Nothing can erase the look on his face when he pulled the trigger. Nothing can replace that. All I see when I close my eyes is that face. He was so goddamn proud of himself, happy he thought I was dead.

I ride harder, faster than normal. I need to feel something, anything that might be real. Anger is consuming. It can drown you if you let it and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m letting it pull me under and I can’t fucking breathe. I can’t see the light anymore and that’s the scariest thought of all. Taking the next exit, I ride until I see the gravel road and pull off. It takes me five minutes to get back to the house. When I kill the engine, my mom comes out the front door.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, looking around like I might have brought them directly to her. That serves to piss me off a little more.

“You think I was followed? That’s how much faith you have in me?”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Grave?”

“I’m Grave now? Any other time I’m Greyson!”

“Yeah, any other time you aren’t coming at me like I’m the enemy. What’s happening?” I close my eyes and I can see him. That look. “Talk to me.”

“I always knew he hated me but until that night, I didn’t realize just how deep that shit went.”

“You’re not his kid, Greyson.”

“He just looked at me like I was shit. Like I wasn’t good enough to breathe in the same air as him!”

“He’s not your dad!” The fuck did she just say? I step back and glare at her, unsure of what to say, how to react.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means, Cash isn’t your real dad. He knows. Knew it for a long time.”

“What? Who then? Why?” Too many questions roam around this head of mine and I can’t see straight. My mom grabs my arm, leading me toward the house. I follow in a daze until we’re finally inside. The man I’ve called dad my whole life isn’t even my dad. The man had a reason to hate me. He had every fucking right to hate me.

“Your dad’s a Nomad. He was just passing through at the time. Cash… he wanted a son and I had you. At first, he was happy, you know? Like a dad should be but then rumors got around that you weren’t his. He had you tested behind my back.”

“What the hell, Mom? What did he say? What…”

“He vowed to make our lives hell. He did it, you know? You were there! My life was hell but by the time I walked, you were already in the fucking club too deep! I couldn’t get you back out. This is all you’ve seen! All you knew. God, I’m so sorry, Greyson.” Tears pool in her eyes as I watch the one woman I’d trusted my whole life finally tell me the truth. Swallowing hard, I shake my head, running my hand through my hair.

“I can’t believe this shit.”

“I wanted to tell you but what was the point? You wouldn’t leave the damn club even if you knew,” she says.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t but that changes shit! If anyone else knows or finds out, I’m fucked! I can’t