Rogue’s POV
“I- I… have a… grandson?” He said slowly, processing the information. His eyes were wide open and mouth agape.
I can’t imagine how he must be feeling right now. I mean, he just saw his daughter who has been kept away from him for most of her life and now he finds out that he has a grandchild.
It took me by surprise when he started clapping happily and practically jumping in joy. He got up from the chair and swiftly rounded the desk. He pulled me up from my seat and wrapped his arms
around me.
I watched him in shock. That was not the reaction I was expecting, but I was relieved, even if I won’t admit it out loud. I awkwardly patted his back, not really sure what to do. He was still practically a stranger. Blood or not.
He stepped away from me, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. “How old is he and what is his name?” My father asked enthusiastically. “Also, where is he now?”
I smiled softly as I thought about my baby boy; his cheeky smile on his chubby little face and the way he says mama, just warms my heart. “He’ll turn two in a month and his name is Collin,” I responded, “He is staying with a close friend of mine right now.‘
I was planning a small gathering with my closest friends. That was the reason I put effort into looking for him. I wanted my son to know his grandfather and to have some semblance of a
family.
When my mother abandoned me, she left a letter that had some information about my father including his name and at the end of that letter, she wrote that he was alive and was searching for me. However, I was fifteen and absolutely hated my mother, so I didn’t read that letter until recently. When she left, I was scared and alone. My only focus was surviving in the world.
I had help, though, from my friends and their parents. I was able to build my own business that sold and transported all sorts of goods throughout the world. Among other ‘things‘.
It started small, of course, like any other business, but it soon expanded worldwide. The first large headquarters was built in Italy because that was where I lived at the time. Now, there is a headquarters in almost every country and large city, including one here.
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I shook my head at my thoughts, focusing back on the present and looked at my father. “Do you want to meet him?” I asked already knowing the answer based on his reaction.
He nodded so hard that I thought his head was going to fall off.
I giggled before sitting back down. “Okay.”
He smiled widely, showing off his white teeth. “I can’t wait to meet him.” His voice was thick with
emotion and his eyes glossy but were filled with mirth. He sat on the chair next to mine after
turning it to face me.
I smiled at him, happy with his reactions. It was clear that he would be an amazing grandfather to
Collin.
He sniffed, passing his hand over his face, “The clubhouse is very safe for you and Collin. The
entire club would protect you both with their lives,” He said. His statement was full of honesty
and determination.
I thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Okay, but first I would have to meet them. No
offence but I don’t trust them,” I said.
“…Yet,” I added.
I just need to ensure that they are no threat to my baby boy, otherwise, there would be no way in
hell I’d let him anywhere near here.
“No offence taken. I understand completely. I didn’t even want to bring you around here at first
either, even though they are my family. Anyways, my president should be back in an hour, so I
want to get to know you a little before he gets here,” My father said, happily.
“I would love that,” I replied with a small smile.
He grinned and reached into his pocket, taking out his black wallet. He opened it and pulled out a passport–sized photo. He looked at it in adoration before lifting his head, looking at me with the same emotion in his eyes.
He passed me the photo and I took it in my hand. In the photo was a baby- me. I never saw how I looked when I was a baby because my mother never had any pictures of me. Now that I see how I looked, I realise that my son looks almost identical to how I was. The resemblance is uncanny, but
damn are we cute.
In the picture, I was laying in a crib, wearing a pink onesie and I had my tiny toes in my mouth. Even with my foot in my mouth, you can see the smile on my face.
I giggled at the picture before giving it back to my father.
“You were six months there and had everyone wrapped around your chubby little fingers,” He said, absentmindedly caressing the photo and reminiscing.
He continued, “We- the club- I mean, were all devastated when your mother took you. Besides me, I think my old President was the most heartbroken. He loved you like a daughter. He was actually the one who named you.”
“Oh, where is he now?” I tilted my head curiously as scenarios ran through my head.
“He isn’t dead if that’s what you’re thinking. He lives with his old lady and his youngest child five
minutes from here,” He chortled.
Oh, I thought there weren’t any other places close to here. I guess it’s further down the road then.
I hummed, looking around the office for the first time. There were some pictures on the white
walls, mostly of motorbikes but there were some with men and I spot my father in a few,
surrounded by men around his age. One picture, in particular, caught my attention.
“His oldest son is the new President and was also really upset when you were taken,” He said as
he saw what I was focusing on. I pulled my eyes away from the framed photo of the young boy and
looked back at him, raising an eyebrow at his statement.
“Well, I’m sure he has forgotten all about me by now,” I stated, pursing my lips.
“I doubt that. When you were little, he wouldn’t let anyone, not even me, touch you sometimes,” My father reminisced. “I’m sure he remembers you, after all, he is ten years older.”
Part 1: The Hidden Truth
