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“No, 1-” Thankfully, Mac chose the right time to interrupt.

“Ready to see your room?” He asked her cheerily. Note to self, stop giving him shit about his love

life or lack thereof.

She grinned, “I am.”

We walked her to the hall, where Wilder and her brothers were waiting. Indigo was standing at the bottom of the stairs, talking to Caller and when her eyes flickered to Riley, there was a look of surprise. Do they know each other?

When Riley saw Indigo, she subtly shook her head. If I wasn’t watching her, I would not have noticed. It was suspicious but maybe I was just overthinking.

Cyber waved her over. “Riley, this is Indigo. She helped organise and decorate your room.”

Indigo stuck her hand out, shaking Riley’s hand “Nice to meet you, Ro- uhm Riley,” She said, stuttering a bit.

That immediately made me curious. It seemed like she was going to call her another name. It honestly almost sounded like she was going to say Rogue. I huffed silently, I’m being ridiculous. She probably just got mixed up with her name, that’s all. There is absolutely no way Riley is

Rogue.

Riley looked unbothered and greeted Indigo with warmth, which appeared to relax her. Then Caller approached and said that they were leaving.

“Come on,” Wilder said to Riley, leading her the way to her room. Dodge and Cyber followed

behind them.

Since I have nothing else to do, I can either get some sleep or join the rest of my brothers and their

women in the bar.

ROGUE’s POV

It was such a relief to meet the people who my son and I will be living with here. They were all extremely welcoming and fell in love with Collin as soon as they saw him. Well, most of the bikers anyway. Pyros acted like if he even looked too long at Collin, he would explode or something. My theory is that my son is too cute for him to handle. Slash also glared at me the entire time he was

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there. I am not sure why he even bothered to show up.

I would love to know what his problem with me is but honestly, I don’t really care. I know not everyone would like me.

As I followed my father, I couldn’t help but stop every so often when I saw a picture that caught my attention. Quite a few of them had my father, Pyros‘ dad Steven and Mac, which was expected since they are important to the club.

Rowan opened the white door. The bedroom was beautiful and nicely decorated. Surprisingly, it was exactly my taste. Roman said that I have Indigo to thank for that.

I was relieved when she didn’t react much when she saw me but Pyros looked a little suspicious. I trusted her enough that I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone about me until I was ready.

I gazed around the room, taking in the cool blue shade of the walls and the queen sized bed. I was thinking about when to assemble Collin’s crib when my father spoke. “Open that door.” He pointed to the light blue door.

I did what he said and when I looked into the room, I swear tears nearly welled up in my eyes. It

was a connected room. Collin’s toys were packed neatly in a box on the floor and some of his

books as well as his stuffed animals were arranged on a bookshelf. I saw some new toys added to

his collection as well. I guess it was a gift from them.

Pushed against the wall was a medium–sized crib with tall bars, so that he wouldn’t be able to

climb out. It was bigger than the one I bought for him when we were staying at Harley’s but I

honestly think he might some how find a way out because he loved to climb.

The walls were covered in a wallpaper of tiny little bunnies. I wonder when did they get the time to put these rooms together.

“We knew you

would have wanted Collin close,” Roman explained softly as he rocked my son in his arms. He stirred for a few seconds before he settled comfortably.

“And you deserve some space for yourself to,” He added.

My lips curved up instantly in appreciation as I hugged my father and brothers. I got lucky with them being my family and I am so thankful.

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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.