Reunion Written in Blood 36

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Pyros‘ POV

I could not get Riley out of my mind and it was beginning to become a problem. I have a shit ton of work to get done but all I could focus on is the lingering flowery scent from when she was in my

office a few hours ago.

I took a deep breath, groaning as I thought about how soft her hand felt and I couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel on my cock. Would she know exactly what she wants and brazenly take it or would she be shy and take her time? Knowing her, it would be the former.

I felt my pants tighten in a certain area. Fuck, now I have another problem.

I unzipped my pants and wrapped my hand around my dick, using my thumb to spread the precum that already started to leak out. I closed my eyes and pumped roughly.

Heat rushed throughout my body all the way to my cock as I pictured Riley sprawled on my bed, writhing in my sheets. Her steel grey eyes locked on mine as she touched her perfect body, losing herself in pleasure while I watched. Her moans would be like fucking music to my ears.

I tightened my grip and stroked faster, imagining how it would feel to be buried deep inside of her. I’ve never even touched her yet but I just know she would feel like heaven and hell combined.

I let out a grunt and tipped my head back as an orgasm ripped through me. I gripped the edge on my desk, breathing heavily as I came down from my high.

Shit, what the hell just happened?

I liked Riley more than I would like to admit and it’s messing with my fucking head. Maybe I need

to fuck her out of my system. Just once and maybe that would be enough. Then everything could go back to normal and I wouldn’t have any more thoughts about her.

Thankfully, I had the foresight to install a bathroom connecting to my office. I cleaned up myself and walked downstairs, nodding at the few men who were drinking a beer in the bar. It was only five o’clock but I was tired and frustrated, so I decided to retire for the day. I will deal with whatever paperwork I have tomorrow.

Unfortunately, my mind was still plagued with images of a certain brown–haired woman but at least I managed to keep my erection down. Maybe some sleep would be best right now.

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The sound of laughter made its way to my ear when I opened the door of the clubhouse. It brought a reluctant smile to my face as I recognised it as Collin. The cute little shit has grown on me as

much as his mother.

Riley was sitting on the carpeted floor with a sleepy Collin on her lap as she read him a story. They seemed to be in their own little world and I was glad to be the one witnessing their peacefulness.

I crossed the threshold and the second the kid saw me, he squealed before launching himself off of his mother. He nearly face–planted as he stumbled to get to me but managed to hold himself up.

“Hey buddy,” I said before I leaned down to scoop him up in my arms.

He snuggled into my neck and murmured a soft, “Hi.”

I glanced at Riley who was smiling brightly and I couldn’t help but grin back at her, gently patting

Collin’s back.

“Did you miss me?” I teased, taking a seat on the couch.

Riley rolled her eyes, turning her head to the side but I noticed the blush forming on her cheeks.

She shrugged before lifting herself from the floor and dropped into the spot beside me.

“Think whatever you want,” She muttered as she ran her unbandaged hand through her son’s hair. I made a mental note to myself to check on her wound later.

I chuckled but decided not to give her any snarky comments.

“How was your day, darlin‘?” I asked instead.

She had a warm look on her face. “I spent the whole day with Collin. That’s all I did really and ordered the cake for his birthday.”

“Sounds like a day well spent,” I replied.

She tilted her head to the side to look at me. “And what about you? Anything interesting?”

My mind flashed back to what I did in my office and I could feel the unwanted heat crawl up my

neck.

I was about to reply and say that I did paperwork for the entire day but was cut off by Collin’s snore. Thank God but who knew such a tiny toddler could make such a loud noise?

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Riley chuckled at the bewildered expression on my face as I gazed down at Collin. She opened her arms for me to give him to her but I lightly shook my head. I didn’t want her to hurt her hand even

more.

“Can I help put him to bed?” I asked, whispering.

She nodded, giving me a soft smile as she stood from the couch.

I followed her, keeping my footsteps light so I didn’t accidentally wake him. When we got to his room, Riley fixed the sheets in his crib and then gestured for me to lay him down.

My eyebrows furrowed when I put him down and he grabbed onto my finger tightly. His strength took me by surprise, especially since he was still asleep. I wiggled my finger a little, careful not to wake him and pulled away.

He whimpered and I quickly placed one of his stuffed animals in his open hand, watching as he hugged it to his chest.

“You’ll make an amazing father one day,” Riley said quietly, placing a hand on my back as she

gazed down at her son.

I’m not sure what compelled me but I wrapped my arm around her waist, tugging her closer to me and kissed her head. “Thank you,” I murmured into her hair, lingering a second longer than I

should have.

I reluctantly pulled away from her and we stood over Collin’s crib, silently enjoying each other’s

company.

If only I had known that this would have been the last peaceful moment for a while.

Chapter 1 Gavyn. Let’s Get a Divorce

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.