"She's been my daughter this entire time? And you didn't tell me?!" I shout while watching both my sister and her husband cower away from me.

"I told you! She didn't wa-" just as my sister chimed in, I cut her off by throwing my desk against the wall as the loud sound of stuff crashing filled the room.

"I don't give a damn about what the fuck she wanted! She's dead for fuck sake! Did you want to wait till you go to my funeral to tell me I had a fucking daughter that you two uppity rich assholes raised?!" I snapped back as they continued holding each other like a pair of scared animals sticking together.

"Dad, you need to calm down before you have a heart attack" Ben says walking into the office as I release a frustrated shout.

"I could've had another child run around here with the rest of my club members like a real family. I'm lucky I even met a woman as welcoming and loving as the woman who made our son Ben who I was happy to raise. And now his mothers dead! And the asshole that had her killed had to be the one person to tell me that I was the father to my own niece?! The niece I haven't seen in so many years because you two kept her away!" I was spewing out all my thoughts of anger and frustration.

"I admit, it was selfish of us to keep her after hearing that Sarah had died but you know I've always suffered from having children of my own! I was happy to raise that little baby as my own. She looks like me anyways! I gave her everything she could ever want. A child like her and her adopted brothers need a safe and reliable home. Did you really think she would've lived safe and sound in a place where half naked women, alcohol, drugs and men with guns were around 24/7? I had to think of not only my needs but her own as well! She needed a home not a club that could kill her any second of her life!" She shouts back at me trying to put up a tough act.

"I'd rather her live around here than at some big fancy mansion where you barely even watched her grow up. At least I would've made time to watch and take care of her. If she was raised here, I wouldn't have to throw money in her face and buy her luxuries gifts just to earn her love!" I retort back making a flash of guilt cross her face.

"Prez! There's something you gotta see!" Iron shouts rushing into my office as I groan in frustration before following him out.

"What the fuck" I gasp at the sight in front of me.

23 years.

23 years since I've seen the ghost like woman in front of me. The woman I watched die in front of me 23 years ago. I watched her lifeless body get thrown to the ground beside our twin childrens dead bodies before I buried them together in the coffins me and my brothers chose to bury them in.

So why the fuck was she standing right in front of me now when she's supposed to be in the ground with our children?!

"Barry" She says with an awkward smile, reaching out to me.

Before she could touch me, I turned on my heel and went back to my office as if what I just saw didn't mean anything. As if the woman I've loved for more than 3 centuries, didn't just come back from the dead.

"Barry!" She shouts trying to follow but I slammed my office door in her face to avoid her.

"You know she's not going to leave until you let her explain what she did" A voice says startling me.

I was once again stunned at another person who was now sitting in my office with a small knife in her hand she was twirling around.

"What she did? None of this concerns you so why are you in my office? I thought you weren't going to talk to me after what happened last time you were in here with your brothers" I reply trying to calm myself down while sitting at my desk where my niece was sitting across from me.

"None of this concerns me? Who do you think helped me out of the situation with the men you are torturing underneath this room?" She questions with a raised brow.

"So what? You were raped and beaten by those men and magically my wife came back from the dead to help you?" I reply sarcastically letting out a dry laugh.

"Basically yeah" She snorts before standing up with the knife still in her hand.

"I won't explain everything between us since it's her choice whether to tell that side of our story to you or not, but I will tell you that no matter what you are angry at or blame her for, everything that happened to her before that night she faked her death was the cause of your consequences" She explains making me glare up at her from my desk.

"I know I've done some fucked up shit but how is it my fault that she faked her death and lied about you being my own daughter?!" I snapped back before the loud sound of the knife in her hand came down hard on my desk right in front of me.

"First of all, you don't get the right to call me anything but a blood relative. Yes the paperwork your sneaky side man showed us, proved that I was sadly created from your horrid DNA. But you will never be more than a sperm donor to me. Second of all, the woman that suffered through so much at your hands is asking you of one thing and that is to listen to her side of all this. I don't give a fuck about your bruised ego and hurt male testosterone, but you will listen to her speak! It's the least you can do after all the crazy shit you put her through!" She retorts back with an angry look that reminded me so much of her actual mother.

Thinking of it now, I never saw the resemblance of her and Sarah. I was so used to forcing myself to stop remembering how Sarah looked because of how much pain it caused me, that I never saw the similarities she shared with the young fierce woman standing in front of me.

The same wavy jet black hair and even their broad noses and heart shaped lips were similar. How the fuck did I not notice that before?!

The only differences between them that I could tell was their skin tone, height and eye color. Sarah was a 5'1 petite pale skinned woman with hazel eyes.

Jezzabelle on the other hand was a curvy 5'5 1/2 tan skinned woman with light brown eyes. Judging on how I was the only one out of all my siblings that inherited my fathers light brown eyes, it seems like she got them from me.

Now thinking about my siblings, my sister and her husband who was claiming Jezzabelle as their own child, looked nothing like her. My sister was a 5'7 pale skinned woman with light brown hair, silver eyes and as one of the most strong willed lawyers in the world she didn't have much of a short temper like Sarah and Jezzabelle had.

Her husband didn't look like her as well. Light blonde hair, 5'9, blue eyes and dimples. The classic look of a realtor that was also the football quarterback and golden boy in high school. Which was basically how he had my sister fall for him in the first place.

"Will you please listen to me?" A voice pleads from outside of my office door making me snap out of my thoughts.

I didn't even notice Jezzabelle had already left and it was now just me sitting in my office alone.

"Come in and close the door behind you" I announce after thinking over what Jezzabelle had said earlier.

Keeping my head down, I avoided making eye contact with the woman I fell in love with in High school so many years ago. The first woman I've ever fully trusted with my heart and soul. The only woman that could make me fall to my knees in an instant because of how much of my soul she had in the palm of her hand.

Even though I married Brenda 3 years after my wife and children's heart breaking death, I knew the only reason why I did that was because she was pregnant with my child after I stupidly slept with her drunk and got her knocked up with an expired condom I had in my pocket.

I guess a part of me did love Brenda because she helped put back some of the pieces I had left of me after I began a unhealthy lifestyle of drinking and getting high out of depression. She still wasn't claimed as my old woman in the club. She was only a woman who tried her hardest to fix me but only got a facade of my old self that wanted to please a woman who had a child of mine after I lost two from the actual woman who I loved 3 years before that time.

Maybe if I had met Brenda before Sarah, I would've fallen in love with her and our son Ben would've been a happy boy raised in a happy family. Sadly, I pushed him and his mother away after she had him and I had my biker brothers raise him as a cold hearted killer to take the role of my president patch after I'm gone.

"I'm sorry" Sarah starts off making me stop what I was doing, so I could reel in the thought of finally hearing her voice again after not hearing it for so long.

She watched me with an uneasy look, as if I was going to blow up in rage at her in any moment. Which was understandable since I used to blow up at her a lot of times before when we were married. But now all I wanted to do was wait for her to fully explain why out of all the past 23 years, did she finally come out of no where and act as if I hadn't watched her die in front of my own eyes.

"We both know what was going on in our marriage 23 years ago so I won't dwell on that. I also know it was wrong of me to not tell you about Jezzabelle. As much as I hated to leave her in our broken home, it was not my decision to hide my pregnancy and our daughter from you for so long. With everything going on at our home and the way we fought and yelled at each other for so long, I didn't want another one of our children to be raised in a place like that. No child should be able to grow up hearing nothing but their mother crying and their father cussing her out and hurting her every 5 seconds" She explains with tear filled eyes.

As much as I wanted to argue about how wrong she was to keep our daughter away from me, I understood why. And I literally have no right to complain about it since the biggest reason why she had to do all that was because of myself.

My stupid alcoholic younger self that I hated so much to remember. The amount of money I paid to go back in time and beat the shit out of myself for the way I mistreated not only my wife but also my twin children I couldn't even be around without hurling an empty beer bottle at or cursing them out for getting me a warm beer instead of a cold one.

Fuck! I hated myself more than anything else in this godforsaken world.

"But after many years of discussing to myself about our situation, I realized that I shouldn't have blamed you for everything that went wrong in our marriage. I wasn't a great wife. I bitched at you 24/7 when I was pregnant with our twins. I made you move all the way out here because I wanted us to be near my family. I didn't even considered how you felt about having to move away from your family. And plus, maybe if I was still as beautiful and small as the same girl you met in high school years before we got married, you wouldn't have been so disgusted with me after-" before she could pin the blame on herself, I cut her off after not wanting to watch anymore of the large tears streaming down her beautiful face to continue.

"None of what I did to you was your fault! It was my own stupid decisions to continue drinking after we had our twins. I was to weak of a man to stop and take in how beautiful my family was. I was to caught up in my own demonic thoughts that I ended up taking the pussy way out of fighting them. I drank one of my fucking kidneys away and instead of dealing with my health issues and messed up drinking problems, I lashed out on you and our kids. None of that was your fault! Your hear me?! It was all me! I'm so fucking sorry! If you want to kill me, just do it already! I can't even look at myself in the mirror every morning without thinking of the scared looks on you and our babies faces 23 years ago"

I didn't even realize I was kneeling in front of my supposed dead ex wife until I was literally crying with my head in her lap. My eyes were like waterfalls, all the years of built up tears I never let out were now falling like a never ending rainstorm.

Despite the anger I had for Sarah faking her death and hiding our daughters identity from me, all of that anger disappeared after hearing how heart breaking my ex wife's thoughts were.

I've killed many men before that have done some really fucked up shit to women in their life, but if I had to compare their actions with mine, I would shoot myself straight between the eyes. How good of a man was I if I was twice as bad as all the other psychotic men I've killed many times before.

"I would never do anything to hurt you Barry" Sarah replies while gently caressing my head on her lap.

"Why not?! I've abused you and called you so many harsh names before! You deserve to torture me until my last breath! I can't bring back our dead children! And I can't hate you for not telling me about our only living daughter now. How could I if the reason why you did what you did is the man that states back at me in the mirror every single day?!" I cried out while clenching tightly onto her fragile body in front of me.

"Barry, there's something I need to tell you about our kids" She says lifting my face up in her small hands.

"If you want to kill me and bury my worthless dead body beside them than go ahead, it's not like I'm a person worth living anyways" I answer back with a heavy sigh.

"Prez! There's people out here demanding to see you!" The loud sound of Iron's shouting made me move my face away from the goddess like woman in front of me.

"Tell them to fuck off!" I snap back not trying to ruin my moment with my old lady.

"They said to tell you they have to settle something between you and that woman you're in there with!" He shouts back making me stand up in alert.

Who the fuck was here and how the fuck did they know who I was talking to right now in my office?!

"Barry, please sit down. I need to tell you something before you go out there" Sarah pleads while grabbing my arm.

Before I could question her actions, the door to my office was thrown up and my eyes widened at the sight of Iron's groaning large body on the floor now.

"What the-" I couldn't even finish my question, when my eyes connected with two pairs of similar ones that matched mine.

"Cat got your tongue, dad?" The bulky younger man in front of me asks with a raised brow.

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