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As the hours passed, I got more curious and angsty. Giorgio kept checking his phone every five minutes with worry lining his brow. I knew it had something to do with the reason I was here but he refused to tell me what was wrong. I gave up questioning him after about an hour and decided

to wait until I saw Killian.

I stared absentmindedly out the window of the plane. I’m glad Pyros stuck to his word and didn’t

try to have me followed or tracked. It would have been hard to explain but maybe I should have

told them the truth. Lies always have a way of getting out of hand.

I huffed a breath in frustration. As soon as I get back I’ll sit down with my father and tell him the truth about what I do or at least some of it. I will leave out the nitty gritty parts but he deserves to

know, at least, seeing that he accepted us with open arms.

My mind goes to Pyros. He is one of the most handsome men I’ve met and I can tell he’s a good

President of his club. Too bad he seems to be an asshole 90% of the time, otherwise I would have

really liked him. I wonder how he is going to act around my son, though. Would he stay far away

from him or would he love Collin?

I’ve only dated one man before giving birth to my son and now that I think about it, he treated me

like shit. I do not think I want to date again; it’s too much work and unnecessary stress that could

be avoided.

I shook my head as my thoughts strayed before leaning back in the seat. I closed my eyes and

decided to relax while I could before we reached Killian.

Finally, we landed in Italy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Giorgio breathe a sigh of relief as he

stood. I unbuckled the seatbelt from around Collin and took him out of his seat, lifting him in my

arms.

“I need to ensure it’s safe to exit the plane,” He said, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “I’ll

be back in a minute.”

He glanced at me and left when I nodded, assuring him that we’ll be fine.

It wasn’t long before he returned and signalled to follow him. I carefully descended the stairs, keeping a firm hold on Collin. At least ten men were standing outside the plane with guns strapped at their sides. I’m sure there were more but they’re probably patrolling the area.

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As I stood beside Giorgio, the men moved to a side. My lips stretched into a smile as I spotted a tall, broad figure walking toward us.

“Rogue!” Killian exclaimed, a smile gracing his handsome face. He wrapped his arms around us, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek and one on Collin’s head.

Seeing him this close and in person, I realized how tired he looked. His navy blue suit was in slight disarray as if he just threw it on and rushed out of the house. His hair which was usually styled to perfection was unkempt and dark circles surrounded his eyes.

He held out his hands to take Collin and carefully pulled him from my arms. My son recognized him and instantly nuzzled against his neck. “How’s my favourite Godson?” He asked, tickling his stomach. Collin giggled, trying to push away his hand. “Stop,” He squealed, grinning.

I internally awed at the sight and smiled. He shifted Collin to hold him with one hand and placed

the other at my back. “Come on,” He said, leading me to one of the four black SUVs.

I opened the door and thanked him as he secured Collin in the car seat. I rounded the car and got

in the backseat, greeting the driver that was already in the car. Killian sat in the front seat and

stuck his hand out the window, signalling to the others to drive.

It wasn’t long before we pulled up to Killian’s mansion. The entire drive, Killian had been

entertaining Collin and avoiding my questions. Eventually, I stopped asking, deciding to wait until we reach his house, no matter how impatient I am feeling right now.

Killian helped the driver take the suitcases out of the car and lead us into his house. “Your room is

the same as always, Rogue. Everything is just as it was the last time you were here. Minus one minor detail,” He said as we stood outside the door. He opened it. “I knew you wouldn’t have

wanted Collin to sleep in a different room so I had a crib put in here.”

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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.