“Who the fuck are you?” she counters, folding her arms over her chest.

“Gio, she didn’t mean that. She’s just a kid. She didn’t mean it.” Mary walks over to the girl. “She didn’t mean it,” she repeats.

I look from Mary to Tommy. “Wanna explain what the fuck is going on?” I ask as I shove my gun back into its holster. Without a word, my brothers do the same. Probably in shock.

Is this girl Mary’s daughter? That would make her our sister.

Fucking hell. She left us to be tortured by that fucking monster and went off and started a new family. I knew this meeting was a bad idea.

“Mary, relax. They’re not going to hurt her,” Tommy says.

“Why the fuck would we hurt her?” This comes from Santo.

“Okay, someone needs to explain what is happening… And why are you two meeting with these wannabe gangster-looking guys?” The girl waves a hand in our direction.

“Esther, stop, please,” Mary tells her before turning to me. “She doesn’t mean anything by that.”

“I agree with her. Someone needs to fucking explain what the fuck this is. Who is she? Is she yours? We have a sister you didn’t think we needed to know about? What the fuck, Mary?” I’m beyond fuming. “Do you have any idea what people would do to her if they knew? What kind of sick fucking shit would happen to her? You’ve left her in the world unprotected? For what? Your own goddamn selfish agenda?”

“Okay, that’s enough. First, don’t speak to my wife like that. I don’t care who the fuck you think you are. Second, my daughter is never unprotected,” Tommy snarls.

I look the filthy fucking biker president up and down before laughing in his face. “You really think your little group of crotch rockets can protect her if word got out she’s our sister?”

“Okay, stop. What does he mean sister? Mum? What’s going on?” Esther asks Mary.

“You didn’t know about us? Fuck, I didn’t realise just how much you forgot you had kids, Mary. We’re her sons, the ones she left behind without so much as a backwards glance,” Santo says.

“How old are you?” Vin asks.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to ask a woman her age?” Esther fires back at him.

“Never had a mother, and you’re not a woman. You’re a little girl.” He smirks at her.

“Is it true?” Esther turns to Mary. “I have brothers? Granted, they all look like right cunts but really? I have five brothers? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Okay, I think we should all sit back down.” Tommy wraps his arm around his wife before turning his glare on his daughter. “Esther, sit.”