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“Okay.” Leon’s voice is firm, resolute. “We’ll figure this out together. We’ll protect you and take down Control and his twisted plans. But you need to promise me something.”
“Anything,” I promise without hesitation.
“Promise me you’ll be careful,” he says, his tone deadly serious. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of this.”
“I promise,” I whisper, my heart swelling with a mix of fear and determination.
“Good.” Leon’s voice softens, the warmth in it wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. “We’re going to get through this, Rebellion. I swear it.”
He pauses again. “Would you be willing to tell my father what you know?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll come pick you up. See you soon.”
* * *
“By the way,” Leon shouts, his voice breaking me out of my thoughts as we speed down the highway on his motorcycle. “I never properly introduced myself to you with my club name. My legal name is Leon, but in the Sons of Gods, I’m known as Dion.”
“Dion?” I ask curiosity piqued. “Is there a story behind it?”
“Maybe,” he teases, his laughter barely audible over the roar of the wind. “You’ll have to get to know me better first.”
“Fair enough,” I concede with a grin, tightening my good arm around his waist, even though I figure I know him pretty well already.
The journey to Birmingham seems to fly by, the scenery blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors as we move at breakneck speed. The thrill of being on the back of Leon’s bike is exhilarating.
As we enter the city, I can’t help but feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety gnawing at my insides. Meeting Zeus, the leader of the Sons of Gods and Leon’s father is a big step. Will he believe my story? And, more importantly, will he accept my help?
“Okay, we’re here,” Leon announces as we pull up to a nondescript building off a backroad. They have thick woods behind them, and it looks like they’ve made a dirt path leading back into the property a bit more. There’s a bulldozer sitting there, which makes me think there must be some sort of construction going on.
The place looks like any other from the outside, but as soon as we step through the heavy metal doors, I am hit by the unmistakable atmosphere of a biker club. The air is thick with the scent of oil, leather, and sweat, and the sound of raucous laughter echoes through the cavernous space.
“This is my father, Zeus,” Leon says, guiding me toward a man who can only be his father. A tall, imposing figure with a salt-and-pepper beard, Zeus exudes authority, power, and charisma in equal measure.
“Nice to meet you, young lady,” Zeus says warmly, extending a hand for me to shake. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Dion.”
“Call me Rebellion,” I reply, my voice steadier than I expect. “And thank you for agreeing to see me.”
“Everyone’s welcome here as long as they have something valuable to offer,” Zeus says with a smile. “And from what Dion tells me, you have information that could be crucial to our club.”
“Let’s hope so,” I murmur, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it—the moment of truth.
“Come on,” Leon says, his hand resting reassuringly on the small of my back. “Let’s sit down and talk. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
As we move through the crowded club, I can’t help but feel like an outsider. But at the same time, there is a strange sense of belonging, too. For the first time in my life, I am choosing my own path, standing up against my father’s twisted ambitions.
And with Leon—Dion—by my side, I feel like maybe, just maybe, we have a chance to make things right.
Zeus leads us to a different, smaller space. The warm, dimly lit room has a comforting ambiance, the scent of worn leather and oil lingering in the air here, too. Zeus sits at the head of the table, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine as I nervously wring my hands together. Leon—no, Dion, I remind myself—stands by my side, his reassuring presence bolstering my courage.
“All right, Rebellion,” Zeus begins, his deep voice resonating through the room. “Tell me what you know.”
I take a deep breath, reminding myself why I am here. This is for the greater good. For Dion, for me, and for the Sons of Gods. “My father, Control, the president of the Burning Heretics, made a deal with a Colombian drug cartel. They’re planning to take over the drug trade in Birmingham. I’ve witnessed him meet with someone here from Birmingham and have overheard his plans.”
Zeus’s eyes flash dangerously, and I can see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “What are their plans? How do they intend to take over?”
“From what I’ve heard and what I know about my father, they’ll be sending in enforcers—experienced men who know how to intimidate and eliminate competition. They’re ruthless, and they won’t hesitate to use violence to get what they want.” My voice wavers slightly, but I press on. “This is just the beginning. If they gain a foothold in Birmingham, it won’t be long before they start expanding their territory even further.”
