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We look at each other and our faces harden with the news that another MC has been watching us, me specifically.What the fuck would my uncle want with me?Only one reason comes to mind.
Bellamy sinks into the seat again and shakes her head. "At first, I couldn't believe what I'd heard. I mean, how could I trust a strung-out drunk's words? But something deep inside of me told me I needed to find out. It wasn't long after overhearing all this I noticed the house grow quiet. I ventured out of my room because I was hungry. Everyone was passed out except for my mom, who was stumbling back into the living room." She shrugs. "When I looked at her, all I could think of was I have a brother and wanted to know if she knew anything. I grabbed her by the arm, made her look at me, and asked her point-blank if she knew I had a brother. Her speech was slurred, but she managed to admit that she knew. Then I asked if she knew my brother's name, and she said it was Blaze, Blake, or something like that. Once my mom passed out with the rest of them, I threw whatever I could into a backpack. I took some cash out of Boner's wallet, walked down to the corner, called an Uber to the bus station, then bought myself a one-way ticket."
"You've got balls stealing from an MC member," Gabriel observes.
"I was less afraid of stealing from Boner and taking my chances on the unknown than sticking around there any longer," Bellamy admits, holding her own against Gabriel's heavy stare.
"How did you find Blake? More specifically, how did you find the compound?"
My sister looks down the table at Reid and says matter-of-factly, "The internet. All I had to do was type in Motorcycle Club Polson Montana, and bam, there you are, Kings of Retribution MC. You have a Louisiana chapter too. You guys do many charity drives, also. Once I got to town, I got an Uber driver. He freaked when he asked where I was going, but an extra hundred bucks persuaded him not to cancel the ride."
"You got grit." Jake nods, impressed by her fearlessness and determination. "I think that's enough for today. I appreciate you being so forthcoming, Bellamy." Jake scrubs his beard. "I'll also need you to hand over your phone."
Bellamy doesn't question why. She reaches into her pocket and places her phone on the table. "You can return to whatever you were doing before," Jake adds.
"Can I still stay?" She eyes Jake.
"You can stay," Jake assures her.
Once my sister is out of the room, I face my brothers. Out of all the information she disclosed, I'm still stuck on knowing that my father's brother knows my whereabouts. "What's our next move?" Logan leans forward, resting his forearms against the surface of the table.
"We hit this head-on. We need to know their motive for hunting down Blake's location and just how long they've known. This means we make the first move and let them know they're on our radar too."
"What if they're lookin' for trouble—for retaliation?" My thoughts shift to Ember. Just as I've decided to stop living in the cold shadow of my father to have a future with the woman I love, my past finds a way to fucking ruin it all.
"Then we deal with it," Jake asserts.
"Even if that means war? I won't put the club in danger because the devil is out to collect his dues because I killed my father."
Jake stands and slams his fist against the table. "If Satan's Hounds come lookin' for a fight, we'll give them one." He points his finger around the table. "Look at them." My brothers stand, and our President continues, "We are your family. Just as you will die for one of us, we will die for you."
12
EMBER
"How did you and Jake meet?"
Blake and I have been lying in bed in comfortable silence, neither of us hurrying to start the day.
I roll over and face him.
"What made you come to Polson and join the club?" I counter.
I study him for a beat, but his face has no judgmental look and no underlying tone in his question—only curiosity.
"I met Jake at a bar not far outside of Nevada. He was there with Doc."
Blake looks thoughtful for a minute. "I remember when you first arrived. That was around when Prez and Doc went to see an old buddy in Vegas. But you came to live at the club a month or so after."
I nod. "Yeah, I lived with Lisa and Doc for a while before I decided to live at the clubhouse." I sigh. "It's not like I woke up one morning and decided to be a whore, right?"
Blake's face goes hard, and I immediately regret my snippy attitude.
"You know I don't think of you that way, so I never want to hear you fuckin' talk like that about yourself again," he fumes.
"I'm sorry." I bring my hand up to his chest. "I'm just so used to getting defensive when people question why I live the way I do. I know you're not judging me, and I shouldn't have made it seem like you do."
"I'm the last person to judge how another person chooses to live their life, Emb—"
