Reunion Written in Blood 14

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Rogue’s POV

I knew that I caught him by surprise when he saw me in his clubhouse so early in the morning but I really didn’t have much of a choice. I got a call from a friend of mine at 5:00 AM, saying that he needed my help. I could not refuse him nor did I want to because he has helped me many times in

the past.

This was the only time I could have spoken to Pyros before I left the country with my son. Right now, Collin is with Harley so I could convince him that I am not a threat to him or his club. I don’t really want to stay in the same house as him but my father insisted. I understand where he is

coming from, though.

I sat with my ankles crossed and my hands entwined on my lap. Pyros was leaning against the wall, looking at me in amusement. Oh, what I wouldn’t do to wipe that fucking expression off his

stupidly handsome face.

He pushed himself off the wall and took a seat on the chair next to me, which was surprising.

“Well?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

It took me a second to remember what he was waiting for me to say. “Listen,” I started, scooting

to the edge of the seat, facing him. “I understand why you want to do a background check on me and I am okay with it but don’t you think having someone follow me around is a bit… much?”

He rubbed his stubbled chin, then placed his hand on the back of my chair, leaning impossibly

close to me. I felt my breath catch in my throat as our faces were almost touching. I do not like

this proximity. At. All.

“Let’s make a deal, shall we?” He said after a moment. The smirk on his face told me that

whatever he had in mind wasn’t going to be easy. However, whatever it is, I am going to ensure

that I win.

I urged him to continue. His eyes traced every inch of my face before he spoke. “Let’s have a race. I can find a motorcycle for you to use.”

I gave him a pointed look. “Seriously?” I should have expected that a race would be the first thing that he’d say.

“What?” He asked as if he didn’t know that a race would be unfair.

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I answered, glaring at him. “First of all, you’ve been riding a motorcycle since before you could walk properly and secondly, you have ten years more experience than me. Also, you didn’t even ask if I can ride a motorcycle.”

He nodded his head. “You’re right,” He admitted, removing his hand from the back of my chair and finally giving me some personal space.

He ran a tattooed hand through his dark hair as he thought about what we could do instead. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke, “Do you know how to play pool?”

I have no idea what I was expecting him to say but that definitely was not it. “Yes,” I replied, wearily. “But-”

He cut me off. “If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.” When I didn’t say anything, he continued, “Then it’s settled. If you win in a game of pool against me, I won’t have anyone follow you around and you and your son can stay in the clubhouse.”

“Fine,” I relented. I stood up and walked to the door before pausing when I realised that he had

not moved. “Come on. Let’s go.”

He sighed and finally got up, leading the way to the pool table which was in a room on its own. Thankfully, everything was already laid out and ready. Pyros gave me one of the cue sticks after he

added the chalk on the tip.

I nodded in thanks. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. “Heads or tails?” He asked.

“Tails,” I responded. He tossed the coin in the air and caught it in his fist before it hit the floor, placing it on the table. We looked at the coin. He smirked. “Heads.”

I rolled my eyes. “8 Ball?” I asked to be sure and he nodded.

And the game started.

I carefully removed the rack from the balls. Since Pyros won the coin toss, he has to break. When he shot, none of the balls was pocketed, so it was my turn. I bent slightly over the table and positioned myself at the best angle to shoot.

I could feel his stare on my back but I shook my head and focused on the game. I need to win. I

pulled back my arm and hit the white ball with the cue. I smiled when one of the striped balls landed in the pocket.

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“Nice shot,” He commented but I didn’t reply. I took aim again but none of the striped balls

landed.

I backed away from the table and looked at Pyros. “Your turn,” I said as I leaned against the wall. He got two of the solid colour balls into the pocket and groaned when the third ball hit the table, missing the hole.

“So, where are you going this evening?” He asked, curiosity glinting in his eyes. I walked closer to him, brushing his chest as I passed by to get to the angle I wanted. I could swear I heard him

inhale deeply.

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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.