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“Where’s Issac?” Nathan asked. I chuckled and shook my head.
“Don’t try to change the subject. You knew who I was the first time we met, didn’t you?” Nathan shook his head.
“No,”
“Nathan-”
“I didn’t, I swear. I found out who you were when we arrested you and Issac.”
“Ah, so was that the trigger that sent my face into the hood of your car?”
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said with sorrow in his voice. I stared at him, waiting for more. He sighed. “I moved back here three years ago after I graduated from the academy. I wanted to know about my father’s history. I knew I couldn’t get close to the club when I have a badge, but after I found out you had ties, I thought maybe I had an in.” He paused with another heavy sigh. “At first, when I didn’t know who you were, I thought maybe we had a thing-”
“A thing?” I asked and laughed. Nathan rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“And then I found out you were with Issac and then everything I thought changed,”
“You mean you used me to get information,”
“I didn’t try to use you, Delilah,”
“Yes, ya fucking did! You literally just said that your friendship with me was to get info about the club and your father. For fuck’s sake, Nathan, why didn’t you ask your mother?”
“She died,”
My heart dropped. She died while I was in middle school. I didn’t find out about my father until I finished high school. My grandfather gave me a key to a storage unit where my mom had put all of my father’s stuff.
“Nathan,” I said, trying to find the words to say. “Look, how you’re going about this isn’t okay. You don’t understand how this baffling club cult shit works.”
“And you do?” he said, cutting me off, pissing me off again.
“I never said that. You have no idea what you’re trying to dip your fingers in, Nathan. The car chase the other day and Jay… was just a sprinkle on this fucked up sundae. You’ve seen how these guys are. Do you really wanna know how your father was? How many people he probably hurt over his years of being a part of this?” I motioned my hands around.
“Delilah, I need to know who my father was, so I don’t end up like him. Fuck, you don’t even know who you’re going to bed with at night, let alone fucking!”
I didn’t even know my ass was off Issac’s desk until my hand connected with Nathan’s face. “You have no fucking idea what I’ve been through, Swan. You wanna know? Here,” I ripped at his uniform, grabbing his little notepad and pen and shoving them into his hands. “Write this shit down. Hope you got quick fingers. Since this fucking fucked up shit sundae of a club came into my life, I was shot, sexually assaulted, kidnapped, fucking stabbed, and then ya ready for this? Get your cuffs out, buddy. I slit a man’s throat and watched and listened to him die after he attacked me. I’ve watched people die. I’m in this now, Nathan, and I’m in fucking deep. I have a bullet with my name on it from this club’s president. I’m telling you right now, you don’t wanna know who your father was or what he did. You will never be him, I can tell you that. Your mother did the right thing by getting you out and not coming back, don’t do this to yourself. “
Nathan stared at me, then finally spoke. “Why’d you come back?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t, I was just trying to pass through unnoticed, but with shit like this, that doesn’t work. I’m in too deep to back out now… and even if I wanted to leave, I don’t think I- ”
“Why?”
Someone clearing their throat pulled my attention away from the conversation. Issac was leaning against the doorframe of the office. I must not have heard him open the door while I was ranting.
“Fucked up shit sundae, huh?” he asked, chuckling. He pushes off the door frame and walked toward me.
He grabbed my jaw and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Nathan, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he said, walking around his desk, plopping down in his chair.
“I was just checking on how Jay was doing. I’ll be headed out now,” he said, walking towards the doorway of the office.
“Your father was my father’s best friend you know,” Issac spoke up, causing Nathan to freeze. My eyes shot towards Issac.
“Issac, no” I snapped.
“He wants to know who his father was Delilah, he deserves to know,” Issac said, rolling his chair backward towards a filing cabinet. He pulled keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cabinet. He started looking through folders and a bunch of papers. “Ah, here we go, William Swan,” he said as he pulled out a thick folder filled with papers and what looked like pictures.
Issac rolled back over to his desk and tossed the folder down and looked at Nathan.
