My Nephew's Dad the Rockstar (Book 3 Steel Wolf Collection)

Chapter 29

In no time at all I was dashing back down the stairs in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. The lights were turned off and a few candles were spread though out the room. The light from the candles dance around the room casting a warm glow.

Lucan was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and a glass of a darker liquid on the coffee table. He had his head in his hands and was muttering under his breath as I take a seat on the couch next to him.

My arm accidently brushes against him and startles him. He removes his hands from his face and watches me with guarded eyes. This was one of the first times I have seen Lucan so unsure of himself. Whatever is lurking in his past must be bad.

"Sorry," I murmur inching away from him wanting to give him some space, but Lucan has other ideas. He gathers me in his arms against his side. I don't fight him.

"Hope you don't mind the lights being off and the candles." I shake my head no against his chest. "I've also found it easier to talk freely when the lights are off."

"I also see you took the liberty of pouring us something to drink," I state into his shoulder.

His chuckle vibrates through his chest against my cheek. "More for me than you. If you noticed my glass has something stronger than yours."

"I did," I tell him snuggle against him. We both lapse into a silence while I wait for him to start. As much as I want to hear his story I don't want to rush him. If he was to change his mind about telling me I would be disappointed, but I would also understand. Sharing one's past is never easy.

He kisses the top of my head. "I don't usually talk about my past. The people who need to know lived through it with me and so there isn't much to say. The last time I had this conversation was with Aubree when my father tried to push his way back into my life. I felt she had a right to be informed because she was dealing with him." He says him with so much venom in his voice a shiver runs down my spine.

"Just because I shared pieces with you doesn't mean you have to do the same," I reassure him. "I haven't shared everything with you either. Only the reader's digest version."

He shrugs his shoulders. "In time I hope you will trust me enough to share everything with me, but with how our relationship's been I understand why you haven't. One of the main reasons I'm sharing this with you is because with everything going on I'm going to have Aubree reach out to him and before she does you need to know."

"Okay," I tell him trying to sit up, but am stopped when his arms tighten around me.

He stares at the blank television and begins his story. "My parents were never married. According to my mother the day she found out she was pregnant was the best and worst day of her life. My father was never the kindest to her if you catch my drift. He never laid a hand on her, but words can hurt just as much. If not more."

Reminders of my own past and how there were times I wish my mother would hit me instead of the insults she used to spew fills my head. He's not wrong because with physical pain it can be over and done with whereas emotional not so much. The physical pain heals, but emotional can run deep.

He sighs. "She waited a week to tell him she was pregnant. Dad was in the military and was quickly working his way through the ranks. All he talked about was having a boy and having him follow in his footsteps. Which at this point terrified my mother because she had overheard a conversation or two my father had with his higher ups."

He pauses for a moment to reach for his glass off the table. When he struggles to grab it because he refused to let me go I end up handing him the glass and grabbing my own. We each take a drink.