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She tilted her head up, glowering at me. “I don’t need luck.” She pushed against my chest, taking a few steps back when I released her. “I won. No one will follow me, right?” she asked but by the tone of her voice, I could tell that she was more demanding.

I nodded, reassuring her. I always honour my word. “Thank you,” She said softly, a total contrast

in her voice from a second ago, her lips tipped up a little.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I started, ensuring that she knew I was being serious. “I still don’t trust

you completely but I don’t think you are a threat to my club. You and your son can stay.”

She sighed in relief. “I promise you that I will never be a danger to your club.”

“Good,” I said, “You can move in after you’re back in town and the background check is done.”

“Okay.” She nodded in acceptance.

“Why are you leaving town?” I asked out of curiosity. It’s a little bit suspicious that she’s leaving

after only finding her father a few days ago.

She narrowed her eyes, probably thinking it’s none of my business but it is my business to know.

“I’m visiting a friend,” She stated, crossing her arms.

“Why?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I haven’t seen him in a while,” She answered with a shrug, then ambled to the door.

I clenched my fists, telling myself that it was not jealousy. I can’t be jealous for obvious reasons, The word alone left a bitter taste in my mouth. “Him?” I hissed unintentionally and accidentally

bumped into the table trying to get to her. I cursed lowly.

She flinched at the loud sound and whirled in my direction. “Problem?” She sneered.

“No. No problem,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Great,” She said before walking out the door. I was half expecting her to slam it but she closed it

softly.

I facepalmed. Why the fuck did I say that?

I exhaled heavily as I calmed myself. After a few minutes, I decided to leave the room. It wasn’t a

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surprise when I saw her sitting by the bar, surrounded by our fathers and Mac. I swear they are like the three fucking musketeers.

The bar was mostly empty since it was too early in the day and most of the club was at work.

“Did everything go smoothly?” I asked Wilder as I approached. He shook his head, clenching his jaw. “We had a small problem but it was handled.” I nodded. The look on his face told me it was serious but I realised he didn’t want to say anything in front of Riley.

“Is everything okay?” Riley asked as she noticed her father’s change in mood. He smiled at her. “Yes, sweetheart. Nothing to worry about,” He said, casting me a glance.

She didn’t seem to believe him but she did not say anything. She twisted her wrist to look at the time on her watch and sighed. “I should leave,” She said. “I have to pack.”

The old men complained simultaneously. “How long will you be gone?” Wilder asked as they

stood up. I guess she already told him that she’s leaving town.

“Only a few days,” Riley replied. “I’m sure the time will pass quickly and you won’t even notice that I was gone.”

Her father pulled her into a hug and kissed her hair. “Promise me you’ll be safe,” He muttered. They broke the hug. “I promise,” She reassured.

She briefly hugged my father and Mac before turning to me. “You better keep your word,” She narrowed her eyes.

“Of course,” I scoffed. “See you soon, darlin‘.”

She scowled and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” Then she faced the three musketeers and smiled. “Bye.” They replied with a wave and Wilder frowned sadly as she turned to leave.

She brushed against me as she walked to the door. I inhaled her sweet, tantalising scent deeply. Fuck, I love her scent. I rubbed a hand over my face.

As soon as she left, Mac asked, “So, what did she mean?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

I glared at him. “None of your business.” I snarled. Then I told Wilder to meet me in five minutes before I walked away briskly to avoid any more questions. Mac is the nosey one out of the three. I heard their laughter behind me which annoyed me further.

I slammed the door to my office and groaned. Riley is going to be the death of me, I swear.

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I groaned as I banged my head on the wall. I need to get her out of my mind. I’m hoping whatever fucking problem Wilder encountered with the shipments would help. That should be

focus

right now.

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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.