Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

really do much to me besides make me tired, but I have a really mild case of it, not even worth mentioning most times.
It must be why these two people were put into the system.
"Well fuck me, this shit is crazy." I shake my head and hand the paper back to him. It doesn't mean anything to me. I don't know what half this shit means. "Will you be able to figure out who the people are?"
"Yeah, it should be a few days more at the max. Then I should have their names and possibly the addresses of the rest of your family.
"Are you going to find them?" Devin asks.
"My pops, probably not. But if I have younger siblings that I don't know about then I think I should. At least to just make sure that they're ok. You know, find out if they are living a good life and not in a gutter somewhere." I shrug.
"I figured."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Wire, you always have everyone's best interests at heart whether you mean to or not. You're a good dude." Brendan claps me on the shoulder before he walks by and out of the room. Not even waiting for me to go against what he said. They all seem to believe I'm this great man, but I don't see it. I don't see anything when I look in the mirror, but a fucking failure.

Dillon
The ride down the coast to the Wings of Diablo clubhouse is quicker than usual. It could be that I’m so distracted by the fucking news that Brendan and Devin gave me. How many people that I call family have been lying to me? I mean shit my own junkie ass mother couldn't tell me that I had a father and some siblings running around out there. The more I thought about it the more it made a bit more sense. My mother was a heavy drinker, but there was one time when I was about ten years old that I remember her giving it up. She was always sick still, probably morning sickness. After a few months of not drinking, she went on a binge or at least at that point, it’s what I’d thought. When she came back her drinking and drugging was full force. Could that be the time she gave birth? How could I not have fucking noticed that she was pregnant? I mean at ten would I have really fucking known? My mind races with questions so much that I no longer even pay attention to the area around me. I could have crashed headfirst into a fucking wall with how little I was focusing on driving.
It's amazing how the sight of home can calm my mind. When I see that big compound with my insignia on the door, everything seems to fall away. I listen for a few seconds at the door just to make sure that nothing is going on. There have a been a few times that I've come down for my check in and shit was going down. Lucky for me today it looked as if there were no bullets flying. The music was bumping and a few bikes are parked out in the front along with those of the club members.
I step up to the door, but before I could knock it swings open and Red is standing there with a bright ass smile on his face.
The tall bastard towers over me, but that and his fire red hair are the only things that make him intimidating. For a while he was trying to play hard, but in actuality the kid was a fucking fluff ball. I don't know how he was going to survive in this life.
"Wire! What's up? Good to see you." He puts his hand out and I give him a pound as I make my way inside.
"Yeah, good to see you too. Everything good here?" I ask.
"For sure, it’s the first time in a while everything seems to be calming down."
I nod and make my way further inside. The party is much smaller than what it used to be, only three entertainers all of whom were long time employees of ours—Lemon, Rainy and Sicily.
"Wire?" A female voice says from the side of me.
When I turn and see Vexx I can't help but smile. The badass that she is, standing there clad in leather pants and a wife beater walks over to where I am. My smile drops slightly when I see Roth moving behind her.
Alarms blare in my head. He looks awful fucking comfortable for someone who had tried to kill my brother. I don't know what the fuck he is doing here, but everything in me wants to throw him the fuck out.
"Vexx, how you been?" I lean down and kiss her cheek slightly. "Roth."
"Wire."
"I'm good. Clean decided to throw a party and invited us. We didn't know that you were coming as well."
"Am I not invited?" I cock my head to the side and wait for her to say something off kilter before I have to rein my aggression back. I'm no longer the president of this MC. What I think is the right thing to do isn't necessarily what will be done. My word holds no weight here anymore.
"Of course, you are. At least I know if it were my party, you would be." She kicks my foot. When I didn't know that I was getting played and it came out that I was part of a sex and drug trafficking ring Vexx and her girls came up on some information with Roth. They had acted on that information, torturing me to find out what I knew. I was proud that they took the right path, but at the same time things have been more than tense between me and them. How can you be friendly to someone who tied you up and beat the shit out of you? It's not the easiest thing