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Inglorious revved his bike and took off with me snug behind him.
Diesel
“Alice is getting air. She’s feeling suffocated,” Onyx said, returning. “Steam is outside with her. Look, I’ll pull up the front yard cameras.”
Diesel and Magic watched as the yard appeared, and they could see Steam by the gate and Alice moving towards him. Diesel dropped his head into his hands.
“We should have told her as soon as we knew,” he muttered.
“We only found out a couple of days ago!” Magic stated.
“Yeah, well, she is holding a grudge,” Onyx retorted, and silence fell.
Diesel watched Alice on the monitor. She was bent over, and he longed to comfort her, but she needed space. Minutes ticked past, and slowly they began discussing Willoughby’s imminentarrival. Natasha confirmed he was still in the air but would land soon.
She also warned us to expect him to bring an army with him. Willoughby had no intention of losing his granddaughter again. Diesel was listening with half an ear when he saw Alice straighten and look toward the gates. He leant forward, puzzled, as she said something to Steam, then lashed out. Silence fell in the room as they stared at the monitor in shock, and Diesel leapt to his feet as Alice yanked on the gate.
“Fuck!” he roared. Onyx flicked to a split screen, and we saw a bike heading towards the gates. Alice was slipping outside to meet it. Diesel took to his feet at a run.
“Alice!” he bellowed as soon as he got outside, but she was already through the gates.
A bike revved in reply, and Diesel was in a full-out sprint. By the time he made the gates, he saw nothing, just heard the faint roar of pipes as the unknown rider and his woman disappeared into the morning darkness.
“Alice!” Diesel roared once more, feeling hopeless.
Fuck him; what else could go wrong? Scratch that, he thought as a parade of cars headed towards him. Oh joy, the grandfather was here.
Chapter Eight.
Alice
Icurled up in Inglorious’s bed. My tears had soaked his Henley vest and now his pillow. So much evil, such greed and overwhelming agonising pain existed in this world. I couldn’t understand how people lived with this. Inglorious had managed to glean most of the story from me and had stayed with me the entire time I cried. The poor man must have wondered what he’d walked into, but Inglorious was solid and steady until I calmed down. When I told Inglorious about the cult and my real family origins, he looked as shocked as me. Hellfire had kept this shit to themselves.
They’d no right to spring this on me several days after finding out the truth. And Natasha had betrayed me. I thought she was a friend. Well, now, I knew differently. She was no friend to me, just a hired hand employed to steal my DNA. I couldn’t even call Bunny because she’d let Pyro know where I was, and I wanted time to assimilate to the horrible news.
I was torn between so many emotions. There was hate towards the man who proclaimed he was my father. Instead, I knew he was my uncle and had stolen me from a life of love and happiness. Guilt was prevalent because of how my birth parentshad died and a sense of being cheated. I felt terrible for how they passed but also detached. I couldn’t remember them, and I experienced the same emotions I did when I heard sad news. Yes, it was, but I was removed from the situation because I didn’t know them. The same went with my parents.
Oh, I was angry at how they’d died and how I’d been ripped from them. Their manner of death tormented me, but not so intensely that I couldn’t focus or operate. It was the sadness I felt when hearing of tragedy on the news. I thought I should feel more, but I didn’t. They were strangers to me. There was curiosity about having a grandfather. Were there other relatives? Would they want this scarred human in their lives? And how could I relate to them? They’d probably grown up with vast amounts of wealth, while I knew nothing apart from being in a cult and working a bar. Would I be shunned for that?
The questions kept ticking over in my mind before I finally fell asleep.
Inglorious
“She’s safe, and no, you can’t fetch her,” Inglorious stated as soon as Chance hit answer.
“Tell Diesel that!” Chance growled.
Inglorious didn’t flinch.
“Put me on loudspeaker,” Inglorious demanded.
“Give me my woman back, buddy, or there’s going to be a reckoning,” Diesel snapped moments later.
“No.”
“No?” Diesel sounded shocked.
“Alice came to me for space and support. I’m not betraying her,” Inglorious stated.
