Satan's Sons MC Romance Series Book 4: Forbidden

by Simone Elise

  Andrea didn’t know what to say. I think she was wishing she never agreed to come to this family tea.

  Eve stood up, her eyes going from Mum to Dad. “Well, I don’t want to see either of you. You are blaming him, Mum, but where were you when she stopped eating to begin with? Hell, where were you when Dad was promising her that he would let her go and not chase her down if she did leave?!”

  Eve was never emotional. She always had this strong front when it came to her emotions. It was like Hannah showed every emotion and Eve showed zero. Even when Hannah and Eve were little, if you hurt Hannah’s feelings, Eve would be the one punching you for doing it.

  It was like Eve was stronger when Hannah was around. And now Eve was looking at a future without Hannah, and that strength she normally had was gone. The emotions were clearly showing on her face. Just like she wasn’t used to showing them, she also wasn’t used to feeling them.

  Mum was silent for a minute. I saw the pain that washed across her face. Mum knew she was partly to blame for this.

  Then I saw Mum’s eyes go to Dad’s and he was staring right back at her. Like he knew what she was about to say. My stomach twisted tightly. I knew Mum was going to go through with what she’d said; she was leaving Dad. I saw his expression, and he knew it, too.

  He knew what she was going to do.

  Fuck. This was sick and twisted. This shit didn’t happen to us. We caused others pain. I was about to watch my parents split. I had just lost my sister. My other sister was a second from leaving as well.

  Brad, the only other man I looked up to, was basically saying he was throwing in his patch and walking away from a club he had promised to follow for life.

  Which would also result in him leaving our lives. Fuck, it wasn’t our lives anymore. It was my life. Dad was never going to come back from losing Mum and his daughters. The club was going to fracture. Mum was never going to forgive Dad for costing her Hannah.

  The parents I’d always had would go in different directions. And let’s fucking face it, without each other they weren’t heading in a positive direction.

  This wasn’t me being a little boy scared about his parents breaking up. This was me seeing my family split up. But what was worse was watching Mum and Dad split, because they needed each other.

  I knew that. The whole fucking world knew that! Dad didn’t function without Mum. Simple. When they did fight, and their fights did get bad, you could watch with your own eyes the man that was meant to be known as fearless and feared by all men stop functioning.

  I could only compare this to one other time in my life, but even then their fight wasn’t this bad. But it had resulted in Mum leaving him for a week. I was in my teens and was stubborn. I wouldn’t go with Mum. I stayed with Dad.

  And fuck did I see another side to him. A side I don’t think even Mum had seen.

  She came back. On her own. Even though Dad had been doing everything possible to reach her, she went off the grid. He couldn’t find her or Hannah or Eve who had both gone with her.

  She came back the same day Dad thought she was gone for good.

  The girls described Mum to be in the same state as Dad. But she somehow had pulled herself together to come back to him.

  I still don’t know what he did to cause her to leave. All I knew was what she said when she came back. She said she hadn’t come back for him. She’d come back for us kids. She also said, which I remembered clearly to this day, that he’d broken her again.

  Mum wasn’t the same after that. She would make up any excuse not to be in the same room as Dad and I was only a teenager and I noticed. The girls’ memory isn’t as clear on it now. But I remember that solid year of Mum ignoring Dad.

  Dad ended up taking a break from the club to focus on mum. But even then she didn’t want to be near him. I remember her ignoring him when he spoke. I remember her rejecting his calls. And what I remember really clearly was the way she acted like everything was fine when someone was watching and then when she thought they weren’t watching she would turn distant and numb.

  Still, even when things got that bad, Mum never left Dad permanently. Whatever he did clearly hurt her but she never said she was walking away from their marriage.

  Every time she pushed Dad away he would just go back for more. It didn’t matter how many times she just flat-out ignored him, Mum wouldn’t even put in enough effort to fight with him.

  But he just kept going back to her. Waiting and hoping for the day to come when she would let him back in her life. And the day did come. Mum did let him back in her life. And I couldn’t say her blocking him out of her life affected us kids. She made sure to never show it in front of us.

  I just knew because I was older and ended up spending a lot more time at home because I was always being suspended from school.

  Mum started to get less distant and stopped being withdrawn when someone wasn’t watching her. She started to smile again; it was even a bigger deal when she smiled when Dad was in the room.

  I don’t think I remember Dad ever being as happy as when Mum started yelling at him, because for once in nearly a year, she wasn’t ignoring him.

  Mum slowly started to show him other emotions than just anger. I was only young and even I saw Mum slowly start to let Dad back in her life.

  Whatever Dad had done was bad enough for her to ignore him for a year. But whatever it was didn’t come close to Dad losing Hannah.

  Mum didn’t talk about divorce and ending their marriage even when he had ‘broken her again’.

  I had to do something before Mum left. We all knew that when Mum said something, she fucking did it.

  “I’m going to get Hannah. You all need to calm down. Maybe she has just gone to get something to eat with him. Fuck, she said she was fine here. So you all need to calm the fuck down.” I was shouting at them, trying to put a blanket on a house fire.

  I could repair this. I could get Hannah back.

  I pointed at Mum. “You aren’t leaving Dad. Also, no more shooting him.” I then pointed my finger at Dad. “Don’t even think about fucking leaving because you get some deluded idea it would be best for all of us.” Then I pointed at Eve. “Stop blaming Mum and Dad. You and I sure as fuck had noticed Hannah had stopped eating. You aren’t leaving either.”

  Then my eyes went to Brad. “And you aren’t walking from the club because right now you are needed the most. Dad isn’t going to be in a fit state to be the head of anything till Hannah calms down.”

  I let out a sharp breath. “So everyone stop panicking. I’m going to get Hannah and bring her back. And we can talk it out. We aren’t letting her leave without fighting for her just because Dad made a promise to her when she was fucking six!”

  Everyone was looking at me in slight disbelief. Yeah, I usually wasn’t great in a crisis. I was normally too drunk to do anything or too furious to think straight. I couldn’t find my bike keys but I saw Dad’s on the coffee table.

  “Everyone stay here till I get back with Hannah.” I said it like it was law and I waited for them to say they weren’t leaving. “So no one with the last name Wilson will be leaving this house?” I made sure to make my point.

  My eyes were on Mum. She was one I had to worry about. She knew I was watching her, and she finally looked me in the eye and nodded her head.

  Great. At least now I knew she wouldn’t be divorcing Dad while I was gone.

  “I’ll be back.” I pulled out my phone. I hadn’t planned on the first time I used Layla’s number to be asking where Tatz lived, but I was going to do it anyway. I just hoped Hannah hadn’t reached out to her yet.

  I opened the front door and my eyes were on my phone, scrolling through to find Layla’s number.

  Then I did a fucking double take when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I accidentally tripped down the porch steps because I was too busy not believing what I saw.

  Hannah was on one of the porch chairs.

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nbsp; She hadn’t left.

  I saw her run her fingers under her eyes. She was out here crying all along. I didn’t say anything; I just stood there, stunned to see her still here.

  “You going somewhere on Dad’s bike?” she spoke but her voice broke. Clearly she had been crying out here for a while. I saw her eyes on the keys in my hand.

  “Um, yeah, I was.” I walked up the steps. I wasn’t sure on what to say to her. Sure, I was telling everyone I was getting Hannah back so we could talk it out. But here she was in front of me, and I didn’t know how to approach the subject.

  “Why would you be going on his bike?” Hannah’s words wavered slightly as tears kept falling from her eyes.

  “I couldn’t find my keys for mine. So I was just going to take his.” I was standing in front of her now. She had a jumper and textbook on her lap.

  “Your keys are where they always are.” She wouldn’t look up at me. “In your bike.” She stopped nervously playing with the textbook when I sat down beside her. Her eyes landed on me. “I don’t know how many times I’ve told you, your bike will get stolen.”

  I smirked just a little. “Yeah I know, Nice. You’ve warned me. But seriously, who would be stupid enough to take my bike out front of the mother charter’s president house.”

  “I am.”

  My eyes snapped off my bike and on to her. “What do you mean?”

  Hannah sighed, deflated. “Mum’s car has a tracker. Eve’s car too. Your bike doesn’t have one cause you took it off.” She glanced to the side looking at me. “Let’s just say the thought of just disappearing did go through my mind.” She wiped more tears away. “I was going to come in but I can’t seem to stop crying.”

  She actually sounded angry with herself. She wiped more tears away.

  “We’ve basically been going into meltdown thinking you left.” I was honest with her. “Mum was divorcing Dad, Brad was handing in his patch to go look for you and that twin of yours was following in your footsteps.”

  She looked at me with disbelief. “I’ve only been out here for, like, ten minutes.”

  “We thought you left, Hannah.” The panic I felt when I heard that car disappear and I thought she was in it surfaced. “I was leaving to drag you back.”

  She smiled just faintly and then as soon as she did her hand went to her cheek.

  I reached over, taking the hand that wasn’t cupping her face. “You really need to put ice on it. Trust me, it helps.” I had been punched a few times in the face; the jaw was always the worst. Your whole cheek would swell, even inside your mouth would swell, making it impossible to eat.

  She nodded her head but her eyes were locked on the ground. She might be sitting next to me but her mind was somewhere else. It wasn’t the first time she had done this to me.

  “Hannah, what’s wrong?” I asked. It was clear on her face something was wrong. Something had her not sleeping and not eating. I really didn’t believe that my sister, the one who was always positive, was actually starving herself to the point she would die.

  “I’m sick,” she said, her words hollow, and she slowly dragged her eyes off the ground and looked at me. “And I can’t eat.” She wasn’t lying. “Before you even jump to the conclusion that I have an eating disorder, it’s not that. It’s just, like…” She frowned, struggling to explain to me why she couldn’t eat. “You know when you get so worried about something you feel physically sick?”

  I slowly nodded my head, understanding what she was talking about. Working yourself up over something that ends up not being important or getting worked up over something that does impact your life.

  “Well, it’s like that. I’m so worried that I just can’t eat. I try and I end up just being sick.” She leaned back in the chair. “It isn’t really a problem.” She glanced at me. “Till people start noticing.”

  “Can the doctors give you something for it? Have you seen a doctor about it?”

  She scoffed. “All I do is see doctors. It gets to the point where you think, what is the fucking point?”

  “The point is you want to live. You might not realize it, Hannah, but everyone,” I pointed to the house, “went into fucking meltdown thinking they’d lost you. Right now, everyone is waiting in that lounge room to see if you are coming back in their life. Fuck. In a matter of minutes, the life I had was shattered all because you weren’t in it.”

  She had no idea how important she was to us—to all of us.

  “Dad really thought I would leave?” She turned her head to the side to look at me. “He really thought that?”

  “We all did, Hannah. You made it real clear on what would happen if Dad hit you.”

  She sighed. “I couldn’t leave. Not when I deserved it.”

  “Dad should never have hit you.” I never wanted Hannah thinking she deserved to be hit. I reached across, taking my hand off her and forcing her to look at me. “You didn’t deserve it. And no matter what you do, it should never result in something hurting you.”

  “You’re meant to say that, you’re my brother.” She smiled and then a painful expression captured her face and her hand went back to her cheek.

  Fuck, Dad had really done some damage. “Dad might have fractured your jaw.” I frowned, and I went to feel the side of her face she was nursing, but she brushed my hand away.

  He had hit her hard enough for her body to literally drop. If the impact of his hand hadn’t fractured her jaw, the force of hitting the ground might have.

  “Please don’t touch it, it’s painful enough.” She pushed my hand away again. “Come on, let’s go inside so you can be the number one son and stop the family from falling apart.”

  “Let me check your jaw.” I wasn’t letting her get out of me inspecting her.

  “No.” This time she said it and got up, stepping out of my reach.

  “Come on, Hannah, let me check it out. You might need to go get an X-ray.”

  “I don’t have time for that. I have an essay to do and math problems to figure out and a lecture to listen to.” She listed all the reasons why she wouldn’t be getting it checked.

  “It can all wait. You know if you don’t get it set or looked at you won’t be able to speak.” It was the very worst-case scenario. But I wanted to scare her into letting me look at it.

  She narrowed her eyes on me. “Which one of us is going to major in biology and anatomy?”

  I sighed, frustrated. “I have life experience when it comes to this. If you won’t let me look at it, will you at least promise me you will let someone look at it in the next twenty four hours?” I knew how stubborn she was, and there was no changing her mind when she had made her choice clear.

  She nodded her head.

  “Alright, let’s go in and face the family. I’m guessing we are in for hours and hours of talking.” I sighed and took her hand.

  “I don’t want to talk to him.” Her eyes dropped to the ground. “Just because I didn’t leave, doesn’t mean I accept what he did. I can’t… I just can’t look at him right now.”

  I heard the pain in her voice, as well as the nerves. She needed space from Dad. How that was going to happen I didn’t know because Dad was going to try and do everything possible to get her to forgive him.

  But from the look on Hannah’s face and from what she was saying, I don’t think Dad could do or say anything right now that would have Hannah giving him another shot.

  “Okay. You just head to your room and I’ll handle it.” I didn’t know how I was going to stop them from following her up to her room, begging for her to talk to them.

  I think right now Hannah would be comforting them more than they would be comforting her, so I knew there wasn’t going to be any benefit in them speaking to her tonight.

  I twisted the doorknob and opened one of our double front oak doors. Hannah hung back for a minute and I squeezed her hand slightly, just enough to get her to take her eyes off the ground and on to me.

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sp; I gave her a reassuring smile as we walked into the foyer and straight across from the lounge room everyone was waiting in.

  Hannah was a few seconds behind me. Dad’s eyes were on me, confused, and then his eyes went to Hannah. Mum looked completely and utterly surprised and Eve was on her feet within a heartbeat of spotting Hannah.

  But it was Brad’s blank expression that confused me the most.

  “Hannah’s going to bed,” I said quickly before Eve took another step toward us. “And she wants to be left alone.” I looked directly at Eve.

  Eve would smoother Hannah. And would then go on about how her life would have turned out dreadful if Hannah had left.

  I was positive Hannah wasn’t looking up because she could feel Dad’s eyes on her. Well, everyone’s eyes were on her. But I think Dad’s gaze was the most intense. Like he couldn’t stop himself, he took a step toward us.

  As if Hannah had felt him get closer, her head snapped up, looking panicked. Her grip on my hand tightened. She honestly seemed terrified. I shot Dad a glare. He should know she wouldn’t want him near her.

  I stepped out of Hannah’s way for her to head up the stairs. I glanced at her when she didn’t bolt up them, escaping like I know she wanted to.

  Her eyes were on Dad, well, his arm at least. His arm was now covered in blood, it was dripping down his hand and it didn’t look like he had made a move to stop the bleeding or at least wrap it up.

  Hannah let go of my hand and didn’t take off up the stairs like I expected. She went up the hall.

  “All of you keep your cool. If one of you so much as spooks her, you are dead.” I hissed into the room. It was a huge deal that Hannah was still here and hadn’t left. And it was an even bigger deal she was back in the same house as Dad.

  Hannah was coming up the hall, and I was expecting her to turn and head up the stairs. Instead, she turned into the lounge room. I watched her, surprised. But I don’t think I wasn’t nearly as surprised as Dad when she came to a stop in front of him.