Chapteri
Rogue’s POV
To say I was angry to find out that my father was alive all this time, would be the understatement of the century. I was furious at my mother for keeping me away from the man I’d wanted to meet my entire life and lying to me about it. Fuck, I hate liars.
Though, I can’t exactly blame her. She was just doing what she thought was right, at least I think. But then again, she did abandon me when I was fifteen. I had years to get over that anger though,
but it is still there.
I’m not really sure why she left, she didn’t say. My mother did leave a note for me but it had nothing about the reason. Unfortunately, I only read it recently and just found out that my father was alive and not dead like she had always told me. The note only had his name and a picture of
him. I figured this was the right time to meet him.
I glanced at the piece of paper in my hand again in confusion and then I looked back at the building in front of me.
My friend or my personal hacker, as I like to call him, gave me this address of my father but looking at the place now, I can’t help but think he is wrong for the first time ever. It’s just that I didn’t think I would have something in common with my father already, even if it’s a small thing.
I can hear the music playing inside and I can practically smell the alcohol and weed already.
I dialled Shawn, my hacker’s number, and put the phone by my ear, tapping my foot on the gravel impatiently. It rang three times before he finally answered my call.
“This is Playboy Mansion, my name is Patricia, how may I help you,” I sighed and raised my head to the sky as I made a silent prayer to give me the strength to deal with him. He always answers the phone like this and in a very high and nasally voice too. I feel a strong urge to slap him
sometimes.
“Cut the crap, Shawn! The address you gave me is at a fucking bar. A biker’s bar nonetheless,” I growled into the device and heard a snicker on the other end, “Why the fuck are you laughing,
asshole?”
“I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you that I wasn’t able to find an actual address but I did find where he frequents. Also, uh… he is in a motorcycle club.” He replied, his voice getting softer at the end of his sentence. I can almost see the sheepish smile on his face.
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‘No shit Sherlock,‘ I thought. I looked at the various bikes in front of the bar and in the parking lot. Some of them were damn sexy, especially a particular Harley. I feel like I’m in love.
I inhaled deeply and rolled my eyes. “That information would have been useful, Shawn.” I gritted
my teeth.
I hung up the phone, not caring if he was about to say anything else, and put it in my back pocket. Hopefully, no one would try to steal it or it doesn’t fall out of my pocket. I took in a breath and walked to the bar. The closer I got, the more I wanted to hightail out of here and go back to where I came from. The nerves ate away at me, making me hesitate and rethink my decision of meeting my father.
I shook my head, ridding myself of all doubts. I didn’t come here just to back out.
I opened the door and stepped inside, taking in the interior. I was slightly impressed by what I
saw. The bar was decent and modern for a Biker bar. There were no bottles thrown all over the
place and it was semi–clean. Well, if you disregard the bags of coke just laying out in the open.
Another thing I observed was that the bar did not have any colour besides black, grey and white. It was boring to look at. This place obviously lacked a woman’s touch.
The chatter gradually died down as they took notice of me. Imagine this, a woman wearing a huge hoodie and joggers with unruly hair standing in front of dozens of burly, tattooed bikers and barely dressed groupies. I doubt I look like a threat.
One of the bikers got up from his seat and approached me slowly as if I was a scared kitten. I
scowled.
“Are
you lost, doll?” I looked at him funny as he asked. Do I look lost bitch? There are literally no
other buildings around here and the closest one is half an hour away.
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I shook my head and rolled my eyes. He was a large man, probably in his mid to late twenties, only a few years older than me. His eyes were a warin shade of blue and his nose crooked, maybe because of all the times he broke it. His patch on his jacket told me he was the enforcer of the club which explains why he was the one who came up to me first.
“Then, why are you here doll?” He continued. “This is not a place for someone like you,” He eyed my clothes. Someone like me? I almost scoffed aloud. Bitch, I can take you down in a fight with one hand tied behind my back. I didn’t say that, though. It would sound too cocky and childish.
I cleared my throat before answering, “I’m looking for somebody. Can you help me?”
“Depends on who it is,” His eyes hardened as if warning me that I should tread lightly. Too damn bad buddy, I am not leaving until I meet my supposed father.
“Jonathan Fraizier?” I said, well, more like asked. I wouldn’t put it past my mother to give me a
false name. His hands clenched and his mouth formed into a sneer.
The somewhat soft look he had before, disappeared completely. He recognized the name and had
an almost protective stance. It’s admirable, really.
“Why are you looking for him?” He demanded an answer. His large hands grasped onto my arms.
“It’s personal,” I glared at him as his grip tightened. No doubt leaving red marks on me.
I roughly pulled his hands off me and shoved him. He stumbled back slightly, looking surprised that I’m so strong. I heard whispers in the background but then everyone suddenly stopped
talking.
He was about to say something but stopped when he looked behind me. He straightened his
posture immediately.
“What’s going on here?” I heard a gruff voice shout.
I turned around and was shocked to see eyes very similar to my own staring back at me. His jaw dropped as he took me in.
“This whore was asking for you,” I kicked him in the shin and he winced, cursing me softly.
“Leave Slash,” The man I think is my father said, glaring at the asshole. He definitely looked like the description I was given of him.
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