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I see Switch, Beast, Trap, then my heart falls. I look closer, hoping to hell I'm wrong, but I know right off that I'm not. I'll never forget that face. I have to get the fuck out of here NOW.

I'm not even sure where I'll go, I just know I have to leave here. I say a silent prayer that he doesn't know I'm here. I take notice of the name at the bottom of the picture and search the house for a set of keys. Any keys. I'll even drive a fucking motorcycle out of here if it'll get me away.

I start thinking of any other options I have. My dad is the only other thought that enters my head. He's never been a real father to me. I'm not sure why I think he'd be any different with this, but I'm going to have to try. I can't stay here and I can never ask Piper to leave her brother now that she has a real chance to get to know her family.

Someone obviously wants me dead and I refuse to allow a blood war to prevent it, let alone something like this. Blade will never be able to accept this, not to mention the lives of those men last night were lost because of me.

I spot a set of keys on the bar, and hit the button, hoping to see Blade's truck light up when I open the door to the garage. It does. "Sorry Blade. I promise to get it back to you as soon as I can."

Sitting in his truck, I pull up Google and enter the name of the man I just saw in that picture. I need to know what area to avoid and I hope his address is listed.





Chapter Seventeen

Blade



"Where the fuck is my truck?" I bust through the door to the house to find no one listening to me. My sister probably borrowed it, but it would be fucking nice of her to ask before she just takes it. I text her to see where she's at.

Blade: Where the fuck is my truck?

She walks out of the back room. "How would I know? Where did you leave it?" I look at her, shocked to see her.

"Have you seen Six today?"

"No. I'm letting her recover this morning." I take two steps at a time as I race up to see if she's up there. I know she's gone as soon as I open the door. Rushing back down, I realize I don't even have her number.

"Shit. She's gone. Tell me what her number is so I can call her to get some guys on her." Piper spits out her number as I dial it, only to be sent straight to voice mail.

"Fuck." I send her a text while I try to think of where the fuck she'd go.

Blade: Where are you? This is Blade. I need to get guys on you. You're not safe.

She doesn't respond. I text Shadow to get a location on my truck and thank fuck that I had that installed on all of our vehicles.

Blade: I need to know where my truck is located right now.

Shadow: Give me a minute. I'll have it for you.

I wait for his text for what seems like forever as I throw a new shirt on. I should've stayed home from that run this morning. How the hell was I to know she'd leave? Why the fuck would she leave?

Shadow: 1010 West Cherokee.



"What the fuck?" I'm instantly confused. Why would she go there? I slide my leg over my bike and race to his house. I've been there many times lately, but this time feels like it's taking forever as the road seems to get longer and longer as I watch my phone, waiting for her to respond. If she's at his house she should at least be safe, but I can't help but feel like something is wrong.

I open the door, to a sight I wasn't prepared for. Six has a gun in each hand. One pointed at his head, the other at his dick.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" Tex grabs his dick and starts stuttering.

"Crazy bitch. I don't even know who you are."

"DID YOU ENJOY FUCKING HER BEFORE YOU KILLED HER?" Oh fuck. What is going on?

She turns one of the guns on me as soon as she hears me, backing away and forcing distance between us.

"What are you doing, Six?"

"HE WAS THERE THAT NIGHT. HE'S THE ONE THAT'S AFTER ME."

"Wait. This is Tex. He would never hurt a woman."

"I FUCKING SAW HIM, BLADE. HIS HAIR WAS RED THEN." Red.

"Blade. This bitch is crazy. I have never seen her in my life."

"LET ME FUCKING REFRESH YOUR MEMORY OLD FUCK. BLONDE HAIR. SIX YEARS OLD. IN A TINY ROOM WHILE YOU RAPED MY MOM BEFORE YOU KILLED HER." She moves closer to him, pointing both guns on him again. She's trembling.

I look at Tex. I watch him as the look of realization flows over his face. He did this. He was a part of that night. The night where an innocent woman was tortured to death and her child was left with a child rapist.

Absolute disgust consumes me. I sit down in the chair, trying to understand how this could be. How could I love someone like a father, who is actually worse than the father I hate?

"Tex. Tell me what your involvement is with Ed Douglas." She's still aiming both guns at him. I prepare myself for what he has to say.

"Blade. It's old business. The MC is different now. There's no reason to bring all that shit up." He reaches for a Tootsie Roll and Six pulls the trigger, blowing the fucking bowl of candy into pieces and scaring the shit out of all of us.