*Scottie's p.o.v.*
Camiel is Presley's brother. How is that possible? How in the world can Presley be related to that psycho man? There were so many questions in my head because I would think Presley would tell me this little secret because then Camiel would be my uncle as well. I am just pacing around my office at this point, trying to figure out the best way to confront Presley about this. I know mentioning Camiel would be a touchy subject considering he harmed him. I would not want to relive the fact that my own brother would do some shit to me. Then, there is also the possibility that he doesn't know, and this could open a can of worms that we don't need to open right now. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Roman talking.
"How do you even approach bring this up to your uncle, Scottie?" Roman asked.
"The problem is that if I were to bring it up, it could open up a can of worms in my family, and we don't know for certain if my uncle knows. As of right now, I am going to start digging. I really don't want to start digging in somewhere that I don't want to dig in because I have a feeling I'm going to find out something that I don't need to know." I admitted.
"The best thing to do is to keep quiet for right now about what you found out. There is also a possibility that Camiel has no clue either. He is still out there, and there is a huge possibility that Luca is with him. Scottie, you will not like what I am about to say, but you do need to snoop. You know, to find out how Camiel and Presley are related. I am saying this because I know how you think. You are probably like I am related to that lunatic. There could be a possibility you may not be even related to him at all." Killian commented.
"I don't think you understand how the family tree works, my brother. Camiel and Presley would either have the same mom or dad and because now we know Camiel and Presley are brothers, there is a huge possibility that Scottie's father also is his brother. Regardless, Camiel is his uncle, but we don't know exactly how Camiel came about." Gio pointed out.
"I know someone that I would." I groaned. The last person I want to ask is my mother about family history. I knew I had to talk to her alone because this is a conversation between me and her. I deserve to learn the truth because this is a secret that is too big, and it should have been told to me.
"I am going to see my mom," I told them.
"Okay, let me know how it goes. Call me if you need anything." Roman, Killian, and Gio all said.
"Alright, I will see you later," I said before hanging up. Micah just looked at me and sighed.
"You know you have to ask your mom about how they are related."
"I know, but every time I mention anything about the past, she gets immediately defensive."
"If she gets defensive, she is hiding something, and at this point, you are grown. That is a huge secret, and you deserve to know." Micah pointed out.
"You're right. I need to see her right now." I stated as I got up. Micah and I walked out of the ce. He drove me to my mom's house. When I arrived, I saw her car was here. I called her while we were in the car to let her know we are stopping by. Micah waited in the car while I ringed on the doorbell. My mom smiled when she saw me as she answered the door. I hugged her tightly and closed the door behind me.
"Hey, sweetie!" She smiled.
"Hey, how are you!" I asked her.
"I am good. I am wondering why my son called me frantically, aying he was coming over." She chuckled.
"Listen, I want you to be honest with me," I said. She looked at me the minute I said that. She knows when I drop that line, she knows I mean business.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"It has come to my attention that Camiel is Uncle Presley's brother," I told her. I looked at her body language to see if she would react. When I saw she didn't react, that is how I knew she knew.
"YOU KNEW!" I shouted.
"I knew one day you were going to find out, but not today." She sighed.
"So you were going to wait for me to find out and investigate it. What else have you been hiding?" I asked.
"Other than the fact that I knew Killian, Gio, and Roman are your mates and werewolves, that is the only other thing I kept from you." She admitted.
"Why would you something like this from me? Does Presley or Camiel know they are related?" I asked.
"Camiel knows, but Presley doesn't." She told me.
"Is Camiel related to Dad?" She looked at me the minute I said that. She didn't even have to nod her head es. I knew immediately.
"Am I also a lunatic? It seems that we have a fucking lunatic in our family. Wait....how does Presley not know, but Camiel does?" I asked.
"Your grandma was a whore." She commented
"Nice choice of words." I chuckled.
"I'm just speaking the truth. She was a whore. She cheated on your grandad, your father's dad, multiple times with the same man, and that is how Presley and Camiel were conceived. Your father is their half-brother considering his dad and their mother had him. Presley and Camiel don't know that your grandad, who they think is their dad, is not their dad."
See, he is why I did not want to ask. This opened a whole can of worms. To find out the man that you thought was your dad is indeed not your dad. I don't want to deliver that news, but thinking about it has me questioning my dad, eally my dad. My mom and my dad divorced for cheating, but I don't know exactly who cheated on who.
"Is dad really my dad?" I asked. She smiled fakely like she does when she is lying. My eyes went wide. She has ever since they divorced, she has blamed him. For me to find this outright at the moment, and then for her to call someone else a whore when she was doing the same thing is beyond me.
"I can explain." She pleaded.
"Don't fucking talk to me," I said, getting up. I was about to walk out quickly, but she grabbed me.
"What the fuck do you mean that he is not my dad? Are you not my mom?" I yelled. She didn't answer that, and I knew.
"So who the fuck are you then!" I shouted.
"I am your aunt. Carlo was your uncle." I froze when she told me.
"Wait, who are my parents...I at least deserve to know that right..." I snapped.
She sighed and mumbled under his breath.
"He is going to hate me." She said.
"Who are my parents?" I asked.
"Presley is the one who gave birth to you." He told me.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME MY FATHER WAS HERE THE ENTIRE TIME PLAYING MY UNCLE," I shouted.
"Cut him slack. He did it to protect you from Marcel. He wanted you to grow up, and also, he was a child. He was always around because he still wanted to be involved in your life. He just wanted you to be in a safe environment. He was going to tell you, but how was he ng to explain to you that the man who raped him got him pregnant. Do you hear how that sounds?" She asked.
"I mean, I hate that happened to him, but I would have understood because the same man who is supposed to be my father raped me," I stated.
"You almost both didn't survive. Luca saved both of you. He didn't want to abort you. He said he still wanted to care for you and protect you from your father. I am not making up for him for not telling you. He should have told you long ago. I think he was more afraid of what you would think of him."
"I still love him, probably even more now knowing that he is my dad. He has never left, but for my own father to rape me, and that is too much to handle. Does he know?"
"He doesn't know. Marcel would have killed you if he found out." She admitted.
I just sighed and looked at her.
"Thanks for finally telling the truth," I told her as I got up. I walked towards the door and opened it. I walked to the car and waved at my "mom" goodbye as I got into the car. I sighed as I got into the car. Micah looked at me, and I just sighed.
"I need a drink after what I just found out," I told them.
"Alright, let's go to the bar. I will tell Roman, Gio, and Killian where we are heading." I just nodded my head. I know it is one in the afternoon, but after finding out Presley is really my father, the man who raped me is also my father. Like how am I supposed to wrap my head around this? I need a drink, and I needed one now.