Reunion Written in Blood 3

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Rogue’s POV

The entire bar fell silent as they witnessed the interaction between my father and me. They didn’t hear what we said to each other but they saw when he hugged me. It wouldn’t take a genius to realize our relation to each other.

We looked fairly similar. We had the same steel coloured eyes and dark hair. The older members

had a look of recognition as they stared at us.

My father placed his hand on my back, guiding me to the stairs. I looked back at the man called Slash and smirked before sticking my tongue out, childishly teasing him.

He glared, which greatly amused me, and then stormed out of the bar, harshly shoving men out of his way. I lightly chuckled as I walked up the stairs. My father opened a door and held it open for

“This is my boss‘ office,” He said as he sat down in a chair in front of a large desk. “We should get

some quiet in here until he comes back.”

“Who is your boss?” I asked, not entirely sure why he said boss instead of president. I mean, this is a Motorcycle club after all.

He replied, “You’ll meet him soon.”

I nodded and took a seat in the chair next to him, folding my hands on my lap.

“So…” I started awkwardly. What exactly do you say to your father who you meet for the first

time?

“Why did you join a Motorcycle Club?” I blurted out. I mentally slapped my head. That was not what I wanted to say.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I smiled at him sheepishly and rubbed my arm nervously.

He raised his eyebrow but replied anyway. “Well, when I was younger, I had a lot of anger issues and got into trouble with the police a lot. The president at the time took me in and helped me to become the man I am today.”

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I nodded. I used to get into trouble with the police and my teachers, well, anyone really, when I was around thirteen to get my mother’s attention. It didn’t last long because I quickly realized

that she didn’t care.

After that, I would devote my time to my studies and bettering myself. I became much happier

then.

“I’ve met a few Mc’s before and helped them, so I know how they work. You’re the Vice

president,” I told him, eyeing the patch on his cut that stated his rank. I haven’t gotten a proper

look at the back of any of the cuts yet so I don’t know the name of this club. Maybe I might

recognise it.

“Really? Why were you involved with bikers?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, “They are dangerous.” I held back a scoff.

“If you haven’t noticed, you are a biker,” I pointed out, amused at his hypocrisy. “And I was

friends with some of them when I was in high school. They asked for my help to start a legal business to bring in clean money.”

He hummed in acceptance. I’m not going to tell him that I actually ran with a club before, I don’t

know how he would take that. He might be able to figure out which club I was with because not

many biker clubs allow women to ride with them, which to me, is pure bullshit. I also didn’t tell

him that the club wanted to launder money through that business. Oops.

“Where are you staying?” He questioned, suddenly. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the

desk and clasping his hands together.

“Well, at the moment I am staying at the closest hotel from here,” I responded. Well aware that

the hotel is at least an hour’s drive.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval and I watched as he rubbed his stubbled chin.

“You can stay at the clubhouse,” He said looking as if that was the best idea he has ever come up with. He continued, “I don’t have my own place because my sons and I just stay at the clubhouse because I don’t have an old lady and neither do they.”

I looked at him in shock. “Sons?” I asked confused.

Shawn never mentioned anything about him having any more children. I am so going to kill him

later.

My father nodded. “Yes, they’re your half brothers. You have a different mother,” He explained, clenching his jaw.

If I wasn’t already sitting down… I shook my head. I have fucking brothers.

“What do you think?” He asked, eyes shining with hope and he turned his head back to me. “I mean, I would still have to ask the President to be sure it was okay for you to stay but…”

I sighed and rubbed my head.

“I can’t,” I said pursing my lips.

“Why not? There is a lot of room and no one would tell you anything or hurt you,” He questioned.

He seemed sad that I don’t want to stay with him.

I mean I kind of want to, but I can’t. It wasn’t safe and I don’t mean for me.

“I was only planning to stay in this state for a few days, a week at most but there is another reason,” I explained, trailing off at the end.

I think I can trust him with the next piece of information I am going to say. After all, he is my biological father. I just don’t know how he was going to react or think of me.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed questionably.

I bit my lip. “I have a son,” I said.

His eyes widened in disbelief. I just can’t tell if he was happy or angry. Honestly, I don’t care what he thought. He isn’t the one raising my child.

I just hope for his sake he doesn’t say anything to belittle me or my choices.

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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.