Page 24 of Broken
Chapter Eleven
Izzy
I’m his sister?
My brain is trying to find sense in all of this, but it can’t. I look over at Max, who isn’t making eye contact with me still. Did he know?
“I’m sure you have questions, but I don’t know that I’ll have all the answers.” Twisted’s hand reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your name is Isabelle Pearce. You apparently were taken in for shoplifting when you were thirteen and that’s how we got your name. We are trying to find out some more information, but I don’t have too much right now.”
I’m speechless. I’ve been looking for answers, wondering if I have a family. Now that I’m being told I do I’m not really sure how to feel. All I know of him is that he has seemed like he hated me these past few days. Now he’s my brother.
“I know you probably need to let this sink in, and so do I. Now that we know who you are I want you to stay here. Prospect can show you to the room I had Nikki get ready for you. You don’t need to worry about any of the restrictions for now.” He takes a deep breath. “You’re family now. We take care of family.” He takes a step and then pauses in front of me, almost as if he’s going to say something else but decides against it. Giving a nod to Max and Torch, my brother walks out of the room.
Brother.
“Welcome to the family, Tramp,” Torch says. “Go and get her settled, Lady.”
I look up at the men and then stand. I have no idea how to feel right now. I want to feel happy and excited, but I also feel like I’m the last thing Twisted wanted. Instead of this news making me happy, it’s only made me feel more lost.
I walk to the door and follow behind Max. What does this mean for us? Twisted said I’m staying here now. I guess that means he isn’t staying with me. We climb a set of stairs and walk down a hallway before stopping in front of a door. When he opens it I see a large bed and a long dresser. I follow him in and shut the door behind me.
Max sets my bag down on the bed before turning back to me. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
He starts to move past me, but I grab his arm. “Why are you acting like this? Nothing has to change between us.”
His eyes meet mine. “They do. You were off-limits before. Now…”
I wrap my arms around him. The world I know right now has been completely turned upside down. I need him. I need the comfort he gives me. “Now, we will figure it out.”
His arms wrap around me and I breathe a content sigh. A knock on the door makes both of us jump, and Max pushes away from me.
When it pushes open Twisted is standing there. His eyes move between the two of us. “You have everything you need?”
I nod. “The room is nice. Thank you.”
“Okay, good. I’ll let you get settled then.” His eyes land on Max.
“Yea, I’ll get outta here too.”
The two men walk out the door, closing it behind them. I sit down on the bed, not really knowing what to do. Looking around the room, it’s nice, but I’d much rather be in the dingy motel room with Max. Finding out I have family and now was offered a home should have made me feel better, yet I feel more alone than I have since I woke up a few days ago.
I can hear the engine of a bike rumbling. Walking to the window, I push the curtain to the side, my hand freezing.
The red bike.
I’m starting to feel like this means something, like someone is following me. Someone who was there that night. My eyes close and I can picture that bike in the field. I try to reassure myself that I’m at an MC and there are probably a bunch of these guys with red bikes, but as I look back at the bike a chill runs through my spine. The rider looks up and irrational as it is I feel like he is looking at me.
The bike speeds onto the road and that’s when I notice that my window faces the back of the clubhouse. Whoever that was they were outside of the gates. I try to take a few calming breaths. I’m safe here.
I lie down on the bed, needing my brain to shut off for a little bit. All I can think about is that damn bike, Max, and Twisted. I want to know how it’s possible that I’m his sister and he had no idea that I existed. My stomach growls and I remember that I skipped dinner. I decide to head downstairs and find something to eat.
I find Lucy sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of ice cream. “Hey, want some?”
“No, thanks,” I say as I look through the fridge, finding some stuff to make a sandwich.
“I heard about the test. You okay?” She hops off the counter and walks closer to me.
I lay out everything I need in front of me before looking over at her. “I honestly don’t know. None of it makes sense. I just feel like everything is so messed up right now.” I start assembling my dinner.
