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I smiled in appreciation. “Thank you, Killian.” He nodded, patting my arm.

He left the suitcases at the side of the bed. “When you finished getting settled, meet me in my office, please” He stated before leaving, softly closing the door.

I smiled softly when I saw Collin yawn and rub his eyes. “Sleepy, baby?” I asked, smoothing his hair. He nodded, snuggling in my neck. I rubbed his back as he fell asleep quickly in my arms, obviously exhausted from the flight and drive.

I gently placed him down in the crib that Killian had thoughtfully put in the room. He curled into himself, nuzzling into the pillow.

I bent down, picked up the suitcase and dropped it on the bed. I unzipped it and glared at the mess of clothes. Normally I would be more neat and organized but since I was in a rush, I just threw the clothes in the suitcase, not bothering to fold them. Killian said that everything in the room is the

same so I should have some clothes in the closet.

I opened the closet and was glad to see that I was right. I just have one problem. I’m not positive that the clothes would still fit since I wore those before I got pregnant.

I shrugged, not bothering to worry. Whatever I have would work for now. If not, I can stop at a clothing store to buy what I need.

I sifted through the clothes in my luggage and took out a top and leggings. I placed them on the bed before going into the bathroom.

I had a quick shower and changed into the clothes. I checked on Collin, ensuring he’ll be okay

when I leave the room. I know I have nothing to worry about since Killian had this place locked up

like a fortress.

Just as I closed the door, my phone rang. “Shit,” I cursed under my breath when I saw my father’s

name on the screen. I was supposed to call him hours ago.

“Hey dad,” I answered, giving a tight–lipped smile at a maid who walked in front of me.

I heard him sigh, exasperatedly. “Don’t ‘hey‘ me young lady,” He snarked but I could hear the worry in his voice. “You were supposed to call as soon as you reach that town and you still have

not told me where exactly that is, either.”

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“Dad,” I said calmly, “I’m sorry. I was catching up with my friend and forgot to call. I promise it won’t happen again.” I know that he’s worried and afraid of losing me again.

I’m afraid too for that exact same reason. After so many years, I finally have a father. I don’t want

to lose that.

It was silent for a few seconds before he replied. “It’s okay. Just please, be safe.”

I smiled, nodding and then realised he couldn’t see me. “I will. I have to go now but I will call you

back soon.”

He protested but relented after I reassured him. I hung up the phone shortly after and tucked it

into my back pocket. I need to see Killian now.

As I walked to his office, I noticed that there are guards everywhere. The last time I was here, there were many guards but definitely not a small army. I looked around and there seemed to be

more cameras installed than before as well.

Whatever happened to cause Killian to be this cautious was obviously terrible and made me wish that I pushed him to tell me before I left America. I could have been more prepared, both mentally and physically.

I knocked on his door and entered, not bothering to wait for him to answer. I had not expected a gun to be pointed in my direction, though.

“Killian,” I said softly, taking a hesitant step forward. He shook his head before lowering the gun. “What the hell happened?”

The man I knew was normally composed, calm and not easily startled.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face as though he could wipe the exhaustion he felt away. He stood from his desk and pulled me into a hug.

He trembled in my arms as he broke down. I rubbed his back, whispering words of

encouragement.

“I fucked up, Riley.” His voice cracked as he spoke. He hung his head low.

I tipped his face so he would look me in the eyes and clasped his hands in mine. “Killian, I will help in any way I can, okay? So, please, what’s wrong?”

His hands squeezed mine for a brief second as he took a breath and began to explain.

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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.