I know I didn’t do the right thing when I left the other day, especially since it was right after the first time I had her pussy that I remember.
“Harper, get in the bed,” I breathe, turning so her knees are to the edge of the bed.
“No,” she whispers weakly, attempting to still push me way.
I bend at the knees and lift her clear off the floor and toss her gently onto the bed. Harper bounces and goes to roll out on the other side of the bed, but I stop her by following her. Getting into the bed, I wrap my arms around her snugly. Harper tries to pull away only to find it a moot point. I keep her back flush against to my front.
Harper finally stops fighting, and I know right away she’s crying.
“I’m sorry, Harper. I didn’t mean to hurt you the other day,” I utter the words I’ve never said to anyone besides my sister.
Closing my eyes, I’m taken back to the day I found out about Brielle being stabbed. It was one of the worse days of my life. I rode as fast and hard as I could.
“Where the fuck is she?” I snarl, glancing around the clubhouse wild-eyed wanting to know where the hell my sister is. My Mini. Brielle followed me everywhere growing up. I pretty much raised her until I left for basic.
“Whip, cool it,” one of the members of the Inferno’s Clutch tells me.
“Not fuckin’ happenin’ until I see my fuckin’ sister.” I refuse to calm the hell down until I can see my sister with my own two eyes.
“You might want to calm the fuck down before you scare her and her boys,” Ryder suggests. I ball my hands into fists, wanting to lay the asshole out. Ryder, for some apparent reason, seems to be protective over Brielle, but she’s my sister. I’m supposed to be the one protecting her: her and my nephews. Shit, my nephews, I hadn’t even met them throughout the past years of their lives.
“I’ll calm down when I see Mini,” I sneer, not backing down.
Venom and Stoney both whisper something I don’t hear. My blood is roaring in my ears, and I can barely hear through it.
“You’re going to cool it before I let you near her, man. She and those boys have been through enough. I sure as hell ain’t about to let them go through anymore,” Ryder growls, coming closer to stand toe to toe with me.
“Look, man, all due respect that’s my fuckin’ sister. I haven’t seen her in years and finding this shit out, I need to set fuckin’ eyes on her and my nephews now,” I snarl.
“Ryder, let him in,” Brielle’s voice resounds from the other side of a door.
Ryder mumbles something under his breath, shakes his head, and does as my sister says. Walking through the door to the room leading to where Brielle is, I’m struck back upon first sight at not only seeing her with her sons but at the sight of the bruises marring her.
“Mini,” I whisper, calling her yet again the childhood nickname I gave her. “Fuck.” It takes everything in me not to slam my fist into the closest thing possible.
“Bryan,” she murmurs, cautiously holding my gaze.
“Baby.” Ryder moves to wrap his arms around my sister and the boys. The way he seems to protect them with his presence makes me want to respect him.
“Someone want to start explaining this bullshit to me? Why I’m getting told by my VP, my sister was here at his ol’ lady’s brother’s clubhouse and has been stabbed?” I can feel the tension nearly spilling into the room. Most of it I know is rolling off of me.
“Whip, brother, you need to cool it. Those boys are shakin’,” Stoney nags from behind me.
My gaze lowers down to look at my nephews and my chest aches for them. I don’t mean to make them shake out of fear.
Nodding slightly, Brielle steps out from behind her boys. She comes toward me cautiously, wraps her arms around my waist, and presses her cheek to my chest. I engulf her with my arms. My heart aching with how much I’ve failed her.
“Careful of her stomach.” I hear Ryder warning me as I hold my sister close.
“Fuck, Mini. Why didn’t you tell me you had problems?” I ask softly, immediately loosening my hold on her, not wanting to hurt her.
“My problems aren’t yours. You ate enough shit growing up, same as me.