Grim (Reapers MC #13) - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,4
though it’s obvious he didn’t share this.
“After Amara was taken, so a little over a year and something ago.” Zane answers truthfully. He clears his throat before continuing, “For a long time I didn’t know why my father kept things from us, but that was something I had to sort out for myself. I had a lot of theories but none of them gave me the truth I needed to know, that is, until last week. Apparently, my dad had given his estate lawyer a couple of letters. One for me, Ashley, and Kade. The stipulation upon us receiving them is that the lawyer needed to know we were made aware of our paternity. Ashley, being the fixer of the family, decided to call him up and see if there was anything. She told him everything, every single thing we found out and later that day we had a personal visit. We even called Kade through a video messaging system. I’ll get straight to the point. He didn’t want Kade or I to feel ‘less than’ by being constantly around our biological father, but never in his life. Truth is, Cracker wasn’t the type to be a father. He was too selfish, didn’t like any sort of responsibility and . . . he didn’t want to be our father. He was used to being our uncle. We had a small letter written back by Cracker included in the letter Dad left us. It gave us every answer we needed and then some, but it’ll never take away the pain we have now that they’re both gone. The point is, I’m tellin’ you all this because I’m not gonna keep any secrets from you. Not about me, and not about my kid.”
I furrow my brows for a moment, not understanding what Zane’s saying.
“I’m not the man any of you think I am, alright? Everyone here knows I have the best fuckin’ wife there is and I love her more than I could ever say. She’s far too good for me. Fuck, sometimes I think if it wasn’t for the damn contract, she would’ve left my ass by now.”
“Probably,” Blackjack pokes fun at him.
Zane chuckles, as does the rest of the club. “I don’t expect all of you to accept this about me, but I’m gonna lay it out straight for you. I fuckin’ love pussy, but I love cock just as much.”
The entire room’s laughter stops immediately and the room grows eerily silent. “Now, I’m not askin’ for permission or any of that. I’m simply lettin’ the group of you know I swing both ways and I’m not gonna keep hidin’ that fact.” Jesus Christ. I can’t believe he’s telling them this.
“Now, I will say I’m not gonna get shit on by any of you for my tastes, and neither will any of you for your sexual preferences either, if you float the other way. Know what I’m sayin’? Anyway, there’s been a couple people who know firsthand about how I jump in with other couples. I did it before I was married to Octavia, and I won’t go in depth about her and my sex life . . . but I’ll make it real clear with you, ‘cause I don’t want the same shit happening to my son. Before Octavia and I came back from Los Angeles, we had propositioned someone she had been with before to join us as a third, as a man for us both. That night we all had sex, and he is the biological father of my son, but my son is exactly that— mine. Do you all understand?”
While I’m sure everyone here is in the craziest state of shock in their life, everyone either nods along or gives him an ‘mhm’.
“Good. ‘Cause if any of you ever disrespect me, my wife, or my kid, I’ll throw you out of this club and tear your patch off like you were never even one of us. I don’t give a flying fuck.”
Hot damn. Zane isn’t playing around.
“Am I still on board to help Octavia with her shoot later this evenin’?” I question, changing the subject for everyone’s sake.
Zane nods. “As far as I know. She’s shooting one of the new women for her website. She might even be coming on board as a new clubwhore for some of you single fellas.” Zane gives me a smirk, knowin’ how much gettin’ my dick wet takes the edge off.
“Sweet. Hopefully she’s got some black hair. I’m a sucker