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I could barely sleep. A few hours ago, Wilder came to my office and begged that I speak to his daughter. I’ve known him my entire life and not once have I heard him plead like that. He also wanted her to come to dinner tomorrow.

He’s like an uncle to me and I trust him but I do not know Riley. She could be a spy or some shit who wants to take down my club. Not to mention she exudes trouble and looks like sin.

I finally relented and told him that she could come for dinner and then we could meet in my office. He smiled bigger than I thought possible and thanked me before practically skipping out of my office. I could hear the cheers of the men and knew that Wilder would tell the whole world if he

could.

I sighed as I twisted in my bed, restlessly. Suddenly, her face came to my mind. I quickly shook it away. Stop being a fucking creep. I rubbed my forehead before sitting up. Maybe alcohol will help.

I threw my legs off the bed and groaned as I cracked my neck. Since I can’t sleep might as well get a drink. Maybe that would help.

I left my room and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey. I went to the island and took a seat on the stool, deciding against using a glass. I chugged some of it before I heard footsteps coming closer.

I turned my head and saw that it was Slash. I remember how he got the name. He was a prospect at that time, seven years ago and the club was attacked. He was one of the men who were taken by the enemy. The bastard fought tooth and nail to survive and he did, obviously. But he didn’t come out unscathed. There was a long scar running from the base of his neck to his stomach. Since

then, he hasn’t been the same.

“Coming back from somewhere?” I asked. He smirked, “Yes, somewhere very fun.”

I rolled my eyes and drank more whiskey. He pushed a glass toward me and I poured a generous amount. He drank it in one go. “So,” He started, making me narrow my eyes. I poured him more

alcohol.

“I heard that Wilder’s daughter is coming to the clubhouse tomorrow,” He said after a few minutes of silence. I nodded and he continued, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

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I ran my hand through my hair. “I don’t trust the girl but Wilder is too happy to be rational and thinks that she won’t fuck anything up.” He cleared his throat, “I agree. She’s strong for such a

little thing, though.”

I raised an eyebrow but he waved it off. How the fuck would he know that? I shook my head. That’s

none of my concern.

“I could tell from one conversation with her that she’s going to be a pain in my ass,” I said before I took a mouthful of whiskey and stood up.

Slash chuckled. “Good luck,” He said, raising his glass, “You’ll need it. Especially with that temper

of yours.”

I flipped him off and left him sitting there and went back to my room with the bottle.

The next morning, I woke up to incessant and annoying knocks. I am going to kill whoever is on the other side of that door. I rubbed my aching head in frustration before opening the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” I gritted my teeth as I stared at the young prospect.

He rubbed the back of his head. “Well?” I asked, glaring at the boy. He looked like he wanted to

run away. Damn right. He’s lucky I didn’t put a bullet in his head for disturbing my sleep.

He finally spoke when I took a step closer. “Uhm, Mac told me to wake you up.”

I nodded. “How much did the old bastard pay you?” His eyes widened in surprise. He hesitated before saying $100. I sighed and motioned for him to get out.

I ran a hand over my face tiredly and walked to the bathroom to splash some water on my face, hoping that it would help. When it didn’t, I stripped and climbed into the shower. I let out a groan

of relief when the cold water hit my skin. Then I brushed my teeth.

I walked back into my room and glanced at the time. It’s only fucking 9:30 in the morning. They couldn’t have let me sleep for one more damn hour.

Well, let’s see what they want.

When I was about to enter the kitchen, Mac came out of nowhere and stopped me, arm over my shoulder. I glared at him. “What?” I asked, shoving him off me.

slinging his

He ran a hand through his greying hair, looking away. Mac is the same age as Wilder and my father but he doesn’t have any kids. All I know is that he had a woman he loved and she left him many

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Reunion Written in Blood

Status: Ongoing

Part 1: The Hidden Truth

Rogue’s life flips upside down when she discovers that her father — the man she believed dead all her life — is actually alive.
The revelation comes from a note her mother left years ago, a note she never read until recently. It contains nothing but a name and a photo, leaving her with anger, confusion, and questions that burn like fire.

Part 2: A Mother’s Betrayal

Her fury isn’t only about the lie — it’s about being robbed of a relationship she had longed for.
Her mother had abandoned her at fifteen and never explained why. Even after years, the sting of that abandonment hasn’t faded.
Still, part of her tries to believe that maybe her mother thought she was protecting her.
But protection or not — a lie is still a lie, and Rogue hates liars.

Part 3: The Decision

Fueled by anger and curiosity, Rogue decides it’s time to meet the man who gave her life.
Clutching the paper with his name and a photograph, she follows an address provided by her best friend — and personal hacker — Shawn.
But when she arrives, her first thought is: This can’t be right.

Part 4: The Wrong Address?

The address leads her to a loud biker bar — the kind of place reeking of alcohol, smoke, and gasoline.
Music thunders from inside; laughter and curses spill out into the parking lot.
Rogue stands at the door, questioning everything — the address, her decision, even her father’s identity.
Could this really be where her father spends his nights?

Part 5: The Call to Shawn

She dials Shawn, who answers in his usual obnoxious way:

“This is Playboy Mansion, Patricia speaking, how may I help you?”
Rogue sighs in frustration — this is the last thing she needs.
She snaps, demanding why the address leads to a biker bar.
Laughing, Shawn confesses that he couldn’t find a home address — only a place her father frequents.
“Oh, and… he’s in a motorcycle club.”
Rogue nearly explodes. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Part 6: The Reluctant Courage

Hanging up, she slides her phone into her back pocket, muttering curses under her breath.
Every instinct screams at her to leave — to get back in her car and forget this madness.
But something stronger keeps her rooted: a lifetime of wanting answers.
So she breathes deeply, squares her shoulders, and steps forward.

Part 7: The First Impression

Inside, the bar surprises her. It’s cleaner and more organized than she expected, though the air is thick with smoke and danger.
Bags of cocaine sit openly on tables; beer bottles glint under neon lights.
Everything is black, grey, and white — lifeless and masculine.
Definitely not a place that’s ever felt a woman’s touch.

Part 8: The Audience

The moment she walks in, the room falls silent.
Rogue, hidden in an oversized hoodie and joggers, becomes the target of dozens of curious, tattooed bikers and half-dressed groupies.
Their eyes follow her like wolves scenting something unfamiliar.
She feels their judgment, but refuses to flinch.

Part 9: The Confrontation

One of the bikers rises — tall, broad, all leather and muscle — and approaches slowly, smirking.

“You lost, doll?”
Rogue scowls. Lost? Here?
There isn’t another building for miles.
The question isn’t if she’s lost — it’s why she’s here.
And the answer might shake both their worlds.

Part 10: The Beginning of Chaos

Her anger, her nerves, her determination — all collide in that moment.
Rogue isn’t just some girl walking into a biker bar; she’s a storm searching for the man who abandoned her before she even knew his face.
And as the crowd watches, tension building like static, she realizes this meeting won’t just reveal who her father is…
It will reveal who she really is.