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Flash
I ’m not even remotely surprised that Rex, Austin, and Seth are all outside of the room that now holds Megan. There’s no doubt in my mind that Jake would have filled them all in on everything that happened today, and they’re probably here for moral support. Which is nice; I like that I have not only Jake as a friend nowadays but also his brothers too. They’re all good people, and we can never have enough of those in our lives.
It does make me wonder just what sorts of friendships I’ve missed out on forging over the years, but I know there’s nothing I can do to change the past. I’ve just got to focus on moving forward in life and healing myself as much as I can. Meeting these guys has certainly helped in that sense. They all managed to pass through my walls, but I know it all started with Jake. Without him I wouldn’t have any of these new friendships, and I wouldn’t feel like I can finally start living my life again, even with my worry for Wyatt still always in the back of my mind.
Jake changed my life without even trying. The man is something else; the way he doesn’t push and lets me make my own decision on opening up about things just made it inevitable that he’d pass through the walls I had built. What started out as friendship between us is changing every day; it’s becoming so much more. Neither of us has broached the subject yet, but it’s coming. I know I need to push that onto the backburner for now, but not for long. There is only so much longer I’m willing to wait. I refuse to let the fact that life keeps throwing curveballs at us continuously get in the way of what I want, and what I want is him.
I steel myself before pushing open the door to the interrogation room that Megan is inside. I’d rather be anywhere but here dealing with this woman. We all heard what went down when Wreck and Shadow paid her a visit; even after everything she’d done and the fact Shadow ended their relationship the moment he found out what she’d done to Wreck, she honestly believed he was there to set her free. That couldn’t have been further from the truth; Shadow was only there to support Wreck as he faced the woman whose lies almost cost him his life. The woman is responsible for him spending three long, gruesome days being tortured at the hands of one of the most lethal men to walk the earth.
Wreck and Shadow did end up getting the last laugh where Megan is concerned, though; they openly showed her how her plans had more than failed. Not only was Wreck still here, alive and living his life, but they ended up kissing, showing her about their change in relationship. She didn’t take that well and tried to attack them, only to be stopped by Austin and Seth. I know from Austin and Seth that after Wreck and Shadow left, Megan went absolutely nuts in her cell. She spent over three hours screaming and screeching. The only reason she stopped is because she ended up losing her voice.
I didn’t feel the slightest bit of sympathy for her when they told me. She deserved to live in the hell of her own creation. What she tried to do was so fucking insane I still to this day struggle to wrap my head around it all. I can’t work out how she ever actually thought she’d get away with it all. Even if Rex had ended up killing Wreck before the truth was exposed, Shadow would have never in a million years given up searching for Wreck and answers to why he’d been taken. She was always going to be discovered eventually, and her world as she knew it would have always come to a screeching halt.
As I step into the room, I get my first look at the woman who has been nothing but trouble, and I’m not impressed. It’s not even the fact that she’s wearing no make-up and generic black sweatpants and a black top that aren’t even remotely flattering. No, it’s the vibe she gives off. I don’t know if she gave this vibe off before, but if she had, I would have immediately been wary of her. The resentment is more than likely new and due to her current circumstances, but everything else from the bitterness you can see and feel to her body language to the dark and negative energy she gives off is all more than enough to set off warning bells in my head. How did nobody else see the warning signs where she was concerned? Was she really that good at hiding who she really is?
I’m grateful when I feel Jake press his hand on my lower back. It’s nice knowing I have his support, that he’s here with me as I hope to gain answers. Jake may be the only one in this room with me right now, but I know that Rex, Austin, and Seth are all watching from the observation room, which is attached. None of us trust Megan and really aren’t taking any chances where she is concerned. We’re also all more than a little curious about what she might have to say.
I see the moment Megan catches sight of Jake as he steps from behind me to next to me, and her eyes blaze with hatred and disdain. I guess she’s more than a little bit bitter at him exposing her true colors. From the corner of my eyes, I catch Jake flashing a smirk at her, and I have to hold back my laughter. Even though this is more than a little bit serious, I can’t help but enjoy the way he’s playing with her. She deserves nothing less.
“What the fuck do you want?” Megan snaps at Jake. I know she’s speaking to him because she hasn’t taken her eyes off him from the moment she saw him.
“Tone down your fucking attitude.” I snarl at her. No way am I going to stand here and let her talk to him like that. Not a fucking chance. I’d rather turn around and try to find answers the hard way than allow anyone to speak to him that way.
My words gain her attention as she stops staring at Jake and turns to look at me. If I wasn’t watching her so closely, I would have missed the way her eyes quickly go wide with shock and worry before she blinks it away and a blank mask slips onto her face.
“I apologize. You can’t blame me for not liking him after what he did.” Megan says, trying and failing to sound sincere. It’s more than a little clear that this is an act she’s putting on, and if Jake’s quiet chuckle is anything to go by, he’s thinking the exact same thing.
“We’re not here to talk about that, and honestly I don’t think you’d enjoy hearing my opinion on it.”
Her eyes flash with annoyance before she blinks it away, and a mask drops over her face once again. It seems to me her time here has made her skills at hiding the truth about what she really feels more than a little rusty. This could be a very good thing for us. She’s going to be much easier to get a read on than she would have been before her unexpected stay here.
“Then what did I do to earn the pleasure of having you two come and visit me, Deacon?”
I control my reaction much better than she has been doing since we entered this room. I don’t let anything show on my face, but internally is another story. I’m more than a little bit stunned at her dropping my given name in the conversation. It’s not something widely known outside of the members of Devil’s Inferno; I’ve gone by Flash for years, even before I joined the club. So how the fuck does she know my name? I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of asking, though; I’m more than aware she probably dropped my name hoping for a reaction. Not going to get what you want from me today, Satan.
“I met Micah today.” I start to say, deciding there is no point in beating around the bush. I’m not going to be playing the games she clearly wants to. I’ve got better things to do with my time. I stop talking when she gasps. Yeah, that reaction right there tells me she knows something. Why else would she react this way at hearing I met her brother?
She quickly tries to regain her composure before she says, “Why does meeting my little brother warrant you paying me a visit?”
“Oh, cut the act, Megan. Your reaction just shows you know something, so why don’t you save us all some time and tell us why your little brother is a spitting image of my own.”
I’m really not in the mood for her shit right now. Today has been one blow after another, and I’m getting to the end of my tether. There’s only so much I’m willing to deal with before I walk away and find my answers somewhere else. I know that she knows something, and I want to know what it is, but I refuse to play her games to get those answers. I won’t give her that satisfaction.
“You sure you want me to answer that?” She says smirking. She is clearly enjoying knowing that she has the information I want. She’s probably feeling pretty powerful; little does she know that couldn’t be further from the truth. She holds no power over me or in this situation. I can turn and walk out of this room right now and go a different route to find out what I want to know.
“Megan, stop playing fucking games and answer Flash. Now.” Jake demands, his voice laced with anger. It’s not very often the man shows anger at people, but I can’t exactly blame him when it comes to Megan. She brings out the worst in us all, I think.
“Fine. Why must you insist on always ruining my fun?” She snarls at Jake before turning her attention to me once again. “The answer is rather obvious, Deacon; Micah looks like Wyatt because they share the same father. We all do.” Megan says gleefully.
As much as I wish I could call her a liar and refuse to listen to what she’s saying, I can’t. Despite how much joy she’s taking in dropping such a life-changing bombshell in my lap, I don’t think she’s lying. Yeah, she’s taking far too much pleasure in turning my entire world and existence on its head. Of making everything I’ve believed for my entire life a lie, but even with all that, she doesn’t give off the vibe of any of it being untrue. The words coming out of her mouth are what she believes is the truth, and if that’s really the case, if what she’s saying is really the truth, then not only has my father been cheating on my mother for a very fucking long time, but it also means the woman who has caused so much pain and trouble for so many people I care about is actually my goddamn sister. Which makes me feel a little bit nauseous. Fuck if I want to be related to someone like her.
I know there is no point in me staying in this room or continuing this conversation now. She’s told me what I needed her to; anything else that she has to say is inconsequential, and I don’t want to hear any of it. Even though there is a very high chance she’s my sister, I don’t care. I want nothing to do with her. She’s poison, and I’d rather not have that in my life. She’ll end up in the same category as my father if I find out all this is true, because once I’ve dealt with him accordingly, I’ll be cutting him from my life. I don’t want or need those sorts of people in my life.
I turn around and start to leave, Jake following right behind me. I know he’s there, that he’s close because I can feel the heat of him at my back. Megan is shouting my name, trying to regain my attention, but I couldn’t care less about what else she has to say to me. I’m done with her now; she’s given me the information I needed from her. There’s only one thing I care about now, and that’s verifying what she’s just told me. Once I have the proof, then I’ll be dealing with not only my father but Micah’s mother too, because fuck if I won’t find a way to have my youngest brother in my life. I’ve already lost one younger brother; I refuse to lose another. Especially when I’ve only just found him.