Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

at the both of them. I don't have time to beat around the bush. If something needs to be brought to my attention, then they need to tell me right the hell now and not when they get the balls to do it.
"Fuck," Devin elbows Brendan, "I fucking told you."
Brendan focuses his attention on me. "Look I didn't want to tell you anything until we got further information, there is no use in you going nuts when I don't have all the information."
Information, shit it's about Keeley. Is she with someone else? Maybe she was in trouble? I didn't know what the hell information he had, but since he's trying to hide it from me just lets me know that it's bad.
"Fuck that. Tell me now." I growl and step closer in his direction.
"Maybe-" Brendan starts again still trying to push off the inevitable.
"Brendan, just show the shit to him. Let him decide if he is going to believe it or not." Devin says. Devin has been around me long enough to know that all this back and forth was not going to do anything but piss me off more.
I'm a grown ass man whatever they thought I was going to have a hard time dealing with I'm sure I wouldn't.
"Fine come on, let me show you something." Brendan walks out of the kitchen and Devin follows. As I follow behind them both into Brendan’s room, I steel myself for whatever they have to tell me. He pulls out the same file that he had yesterday with Keeley's phone number, but this time he pulls out a few more sheets of paper.
"You remember when you told me to do whatever I had to do to find anything that I could about Keeley and where she could be?"
"Yeah, of course." I reply leaning against the door of his room.
"Well one of the first things that I did of course was a visual scan among the databases thinking maybe she got picked up by the cops or something like that."
I had to chuckle at that, Keeley may have been raised by the fucking mob, but she's a good girl. There is no reason for her to have been picked up by the police. "Yeah, I could have told you that it wouldn't bring up anything. Keeley is a law-abiding citizen."
"You're right, it didn't. But the next step is to run the DNA. You told me I could." Whatever Brendan was about to say it must be making him nervous.
"Yeah. What? I got warrants. I'm sure I do."
"No, there are no warrants for your arrest. There was a hit for someone with your DNA though. A familial match."
"Lily? How did she get into the system already?"
"No, it's not Lily." He sighs and moves closer to me before he continues. "Lissette Ryans. Do you know that name?'
"Sure, that was my druggie mother. Is that the link you found?" Now I was getting more and more intrigued. What has he found out and what does it have to do with my mother? She's been dead for over a decade. Is that not in the system?
"That was one of them, but there were three others."
"Three other links, like what my father?" There's no fucking way. None. He can’t be fucking saying what I think he is saying.
"Well one of them is your father, but it's not the father that you think. Glenn McMahon isn't your father; he was in the system as well. I looked it up with your birth certificate. Apparently, your biological father is still alive, and you have at least two other siblings."
If my mouth could fucking detach and fall to the ground it would have just then. What the fuck was he talking about, I had siblings, like fucking brothers and sisters? What the fuck?
"Bullshit! I think I would have fucking known if I had any brothers and sisters."
Devin is the one to speak up now. "Would you? You said it yourself your mother was a druggie. Was she always around when you were a kid?"
I think back on that horrible time of my life. Sure enough I can't count how many times she would just vanish for weeks at a time. How many times I would have to climb into my neighbor’s window to steal some food. No, she wasn't always around and when she was, my stepfather was beating her to a pulp, something I usually stayed out of.
"There were no other babies around. It was just me."
"They were given up for adoption as far as I could tell or sold. I'm not sure." Brendan says.
"What the fuck do you mean you're not sure? How can you have this kind of information and not be fucking sure!" I yell at him my frustration peaking.
Brendan puts his hands up and steps back, "Look man I get it, this shit is a lot to handle right now. But I fucking told you that we should wait until I had all the damn information. I'm doing this shit via the dark web. I can get into a lot of fucking trouble by tampering with these files, but I know it would mean something to you. I'm moving as fast as I fucking can."
I bite the inside of my cheek and do my best to get my temper under control. He was right. He didn't even have to do this for me, but he’d done it anyway. This was a favor. "You're right, my bad. I just don't know what to think. I never saw anyone else. And to think I have an actual father walking around out there is fucking mind boggling. What information do you have?"
"Just what I told you and this." Brendan puts a sheet of paper in front of me. It only shows me a bunch of numbers and graphs that say the three of us have the same genetic markers, and all three of us have a blood disorder called Thalassemia. That I already knew about, it didn't