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Zeke looks like he’s at a loss for words, and his parents cry when they see their sons face for the first time in twenty-five years.
“Holy shit,” Zeke says. “How is this possible?” he stumbles out.
“I think it’s best you come here. This story isn’t for the phone,” I say when no one speaks. I think the others are too stunned to form words.
“Tell me where you are. I’ll catch the first flight out,” he says immediately.
I give him the details, and he looks back at his family with a sad smile before he hangs up.
“What are the odds?” some guy asks.
“He’s been looking for answers for years. Never could find them,” I say with a shrug.
“What about the family you say adopted him?” his mother asks.
“He’s been my friend for a few years now. We met in high school. Became best friends. He isn’t close with his family anymore. Pretty much cut them out of his life because they were very controlling. They only contact him once in a while to see if he will change his mind and be a part of the family business,” I tell them.
As there is really nothing more to say until Zeke arrives, I begin to meet everyone in the club. They all ask me questions about Zeke, but I only say a little bit. There’s stuff he needs to tell them himself.
Zeke and I were always just friends. We knew that our personalities worked best that way, but we were always, and always will be, with each other through thick and thin.
I’ll need him after what I just went through, and now it looks like he’s going to need me just as much.
I have no doubt what he’s about to find out is going to fuck him up.
I steal glances at Zane all night. He doesn’t say much, but I notice he’s knocking the whisky back like its water.
I feel like the drama is just beginning.
Zane
I feel like my world just shifted for the second time today.
The first time is when Prez walked in with his daughter. There was something about her when I looked at her. Like everything in the world became a blur and only she came into focus.
She is stunning. Which was the first thing I had noticed about her. She has long, dark brown hair and a smoking body. I could picture myself getting lost in her for days and never get enough. She’s shorter than me, but that’s not something I mind.
I never believed that you could know that someone was “the one” from just seeing them from across a room, but I feel it in my gut that she is going to mean something very important to me.
Then she opened her mouth and called me “Zeke”; my missing brother’s name. The one we had been searching for years, but never could find a trace of him.
What are the fucking odds?
This woman changed so much in the club, and she barely walked through the door. It makes me not want to trust her, but I find something very genuine about her.
When everyone starts asking questions, I don’t leave. I want to hear every detail about my brother’s life, even though it’s still painful to hear since I never got to be a part of it.
For all we know, he could hate the club and this life and not want anything to do with it. That thought has me chugging back more whisky as the night progresses.
A hand runs up my arm and to my chest as the perfume I’ve come to tolerate comes through and distracts me from the group talking with Dani.
I turn and see Lydia with a smirk on her face. “Are you wanting some company, baby?” she purrs in my ear, but I pull myself away and slightly nudge her aside.
“Not right now, Lyd,” I grumble.
We had been fucking for awhile, but I told her over and over again that it wasn’t exclusive. Especially when I caught her telling other club whores that I was her man and off limits.
She needed to get the picture that I would never claim her as my Old Lady, but I guess the fact I keep fucking her is sending the wrong message.
