C7 Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Alexander’s Point of View

** The Day Before **

I stood and watched while Jemma took Jackson with her back to the office. I couldn't believe it. As soon as I saw her, I thought she looked familiar. The spitting image of her mother. The fact she was Ron's secret daughter was just a cherry on top of the pile of shit.

‘'What do you make of that?’' Harry came up to me. I just shrugged.

‘'What, you telling me you didn't know about that?’' Tommy asked, just as surprised and as confused as the rest of us.

'’Not a fucking clue, brother’'. They walked off, back to the others and after a few seconds, I followed. I'll have to talk to Ron alone when he comes out. See what the fuck all that was about. We headed inside the clubhouse and I went behind the bar to grab some whiskey.

I thought all that shit was in the past, clearly fucking not.

'’Gonna pour the rest of us one of those, brother?’' I slid the bottle over to Tommy and turned my back to the others.

Fuck sake! I buried this shit!

I downed my drink, slammed the glass on the bar, ignoring my friend's protests, and walked back out. I needed to talk to Ron. Now.

Luckily, he was walking out of the office as I came out of the club. I saw his smile drop instantly, as soon as he saw me. He knew what this was about.

He held his hands up in defence as he approached.

'’What the fuck, Ron?! Who is she and why is she here?!’' He sighed and shook his head.

'’Jesus Christ, Look, I was going to tell you, I just didn't have time’'. Seriously? That's his excuse?!

'’Didn't have time? She's in PTV! That doesn't just happen overnight, How long have you known?'’ He looked down, not even able to make eye contact with me

'’She contacted me a few months ago'’.

'’Months?! Jesus Christ. You've betrayed me all over again, you realise that?!’' He nodded. '’The second she contacted you, you should have told me!'’

'’To be honest Alex, it's not really any of your business'’. I examined his face, he was deadly serious.

'’You had a child with my wife, Ron. when that kid turns up on our doorstep, it becomes my business! All I'm saying is a simple heads up would have been nice!'’.

'’Ok, ok, I get it. Look, I'm sorry, Ok. Our history is just that, history. Leave it where it is’'. I hated the fact he thought he had the upper hand and the right to give me orders, in this situation... there was nothing I could do. I just stayed quiet. He patted my shoulder as he walked past me and headed into the clubhouse.

** Back to the Present **

Harley's Point of View

I brushed my hair, washed my face, reapplied my make up and gave myself a once over in the mirror. I walked back out into the bedroom and grabbed a new top from the draws and put it on. I hadn't been in my other clothes long, so my jeans would be fine, But a nicer top was probably called for since this was a 'family' dinner.

'’Jesus Christ, will you hurry up!’'. Alexander shouted from the other room. I wanted to scream at him and tell him to just shut the fuck up! ... or go to hell, whichever one. They both worked, but I didn't trust him not to do something in retaliation for my backchat, and I learned a long time ago not to push people I didn't trust.

‘'I'm coming!’'. I shouted back and grabbed my jacket on the way out of the room, closing the door firmly behind myself.

He was sitting on the pool table, waiting.

'Ready?' He seemed annoyed. I just nodded and he jumped off and just left, I followed.

'’You have a car, right?'’ He just looked over his shoulder at me.

'’Why, don't you like to ride?'’

'’No'’. He pulled something out of his pocket and a car across the lot beeped, unlocked. Well, that was something I suppose.

We climbed in and headed off…

I was hoping Jemma and Ron didn't live too far from the club. The shorter the drive, the less time I had to spend with this asshole.

'’Your mum…’' He started but stopped himself.

'’What? Thought of more insults to throw my way about her?'’ I snapped, feeling the sudden urge of over-protectiveness.

'’No. She was my friend. When she came to Pleasant-Tree-Ville, we got close’'.

‘'How close?’' He grinned.

'’Close... But we were just friends'’. I silently was relieved. For a second there, I was worried about if he was the guy she was

with before having me.

'’So.. how did you know her?’' He sighed loudly.

'’She was a friend’s woman, Then she was Ron’s... Then she left’'.

'’Did you all know she was sleeping around behind his back?’' He shook his head.

'’Nah, No one knew. I only know because Ron told me’'. I had so many things I wanted to ask him. I wanted to know things about her, who she was? What she was like? Did he have any more photos of her? Could he tell me stories about her?

'’Why did Ron tell you?'’

'’He's my best friend'’.

I left the conversation there for now, which was good timing because about 2 minutes later, we pulled up on a very crowded driveway, filled with cars and bikes, and Alexander turned off the engine.

I guess we're here.