Hawk
She wasn’t home last night.
I knocked on her door, and there wasn’t a peep. I waited, longer than I should have, and nothing. She’s fucking hiding again, and it pisses me off. I need answers. I try to do the calculations in my head. Seven years since she left and Sam looks to be around that age. When did she get pregnant? Is that why she left? Who’s the fucking father?
I slam my hands on the steering wheel. One more light and I’m back at the compound. My head is spinning from lack of sleep and the monotonous drive all the way home. This is some bullshit. The drive sucks, and I know this is only the beginning. There’s no way that I can’t go back there. And it has nothing to do with Rose.
I pass the drive of the clubhouse and pull my truck into Bianca’s. Maybe she knows something that I don’t. As soon as my boots hit the wood of the porch, she opens the door.
“Hawking.” She pushes the screen door open and steps aside, letting me enter.
My ass hits the couch, and Jenni comes around the corner with a glass of water. “Not meaning to be rude, but I need something more than water.”
“All right, don’t get your panties in a wad. I’ll go grab you a beer.”
Within a few seconds, I have a cold beer in my hand. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem,” she counters. “I’ll be in my room.” She looks between Bianca and me before heading down the hall.
“Tell me,” Bianca instructs as she takes a seat next to me. “what is she like?”
My mind goes to Tessa. How she’s matured, the way her hips fill out her jeans. How her tits stretch the cotton of her shirts. Even in those fucking scrubs, she looked sexy as hell. Motherhood looks good on her. So many things that I wanted to say, but didn’t get a chance because she hid from me.
“She looks good, Mama B. More mature, so much like the Tessa from the past, but there’s something that I can’t figure out. She’s the same, but so much different.”
She laughs. “Oh, mijo. I wasn’t talking about Tessa, I meant Rose. How does your mother look?”
Imagines of her lying in bed, eyes closed–lifeless, enter my mind. Her hands on her stomach, fingers laced together as she slept. “I really don’t know. She’s mostly unresponsive. I sat with her, but that’s all I can tell you. Severe alcohol poisoning, or some shit.”
“And that’s why Tessa’s on your mind?”
I take another sip of my beer before bringing it back down in my lap. “She has a son.”
“Aye, mijo, that’s not possible.” When I look at her, she’s shaking her head. Tears brim in her eyes. “How can that be?” Her lip trembles. “Dijeron que no podía tener hijos, they said she could not bear children.”
“What do you mean they said it wasn’t possible? Who are you talking about?”
She stands, still shaking her head. “I need to call Gloria.” Tessa’s mother.
“Bianca, please.” I stand up and take her by her hand. “I came here for some answers because Tessa wouldn’t give me anything. Do you know what’s going on? Do you have any idea who the father could be? Do you remember anything before Sienna’s murder? He has the right to know that he has a son.”
She brings her hand up, before giving the side of my face a gentle tap. “Oh my stupid boy, there was only one boy in Tessa’s heart, and there’s no looking for him.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you don’t have to look because he’s here.” She places her hand on my chest. “Her eye was only on you.”
I shake my head, “I don’t believe that. She has a son, and I know for a fact that he’s not mine.”
“Then you need to ask the right questions to get the right answers.” She leaves me standing there while she mumbles under her breath about her husband and how she wished he would have known.