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I take a seat in my dad's chair before logging onto the computer, where I spend the next few hours going over data and footage when my phone rings, bringing me out of my little bubble, and I sigh, seeing who it is.
Zayne
I hit cancel, not wanting to speak to him right now, but it rings again, and I growl, hitting ignore again when I look at the footage of Hairy dragging my unconscious father into the back of a pickup van six years ago. I knew it. I fucking knew it. He is alive!
I take a deep breath. Ok, I know I can't tell the club yet; this was six years ago. They'll tell me he was dead. They'll tell me to let it go, but I won't. I won't let it go. I'll find his hideout.
My phone rings, and I growl again, hitting the pause button on the footage that an unknown source sent me this morning and answering it, but before I can even get a word in to tell him to get lost, Zayne's angry voice echoes through the speakers.
"When exactly Star were you going to tell me someone fucking assaulted you today?"
Damn, Dead Shot.
Chapter 2
Flame – Age 24
I swallow hard as I pull my jeans over my ass, knowing she's watching me. Fuck, this was the biggest mistake I've ever made, and I know it's going to fucking haunt me for the rest of my life, but I didn't have a choice, or, well, at least that's what I keep trying to tell myself.
I button my dark blue jeans up before grabbing my black t-shirt, ignoring the shooting star tattoo I have going down my left arm.
Fuck, she's going to hate me when this gets out, and it will get out.
"Can't you stay a little while longer, Flames, baby?"
Flames baby?
What the actual fuck? I shake my head before turning my head a little. "Nah, I've got to get going. You know I've been newly appointed Road Captain; I can't be late for the run." She pouts, hating that she's not above club business, but nods her head, her dark blonde hair a mess. It's the only feature she shares with her sister, my best friend—the girl I've started to fall in love with—that's fucking blindsided me. She's only fucking sixteen, for fucks sake, yet she's all I fucking think about, and it's so fucking wrong. I swallowed hard again and picked up my cut. I had to do this to put distance between us.
I fucking had too. Right?
"Right, I've got to go. I'll see you later."
She grins wide, getting up and clearly wanting a kiss, which is not fucking happening. I ended up fucking her from behind when she started sucking on my neck, marking me when I refused to fucking kiss her. I turn, ignoring the sheet draped over her and her brown eyes that shine with lust, heading towards the door. She shares her mother's eyes, while Star has her father's caramel eyes and tanned skin, which I'm aware is something Emma has hated her for, so I can guarantee she'll soon throw this in her sister's face, which I know is cruel, but it's really fucking needed. Everyone knows Star has a thing for me, and now I know I've fallen for her. I need to put the distance between us, between my lingering feelings and her perfect fucking smile,
I leave out of the bright fucking purple door and quickly put my cut on. I ignore Emma watching me from behind and rush out of the house; it's like a shrine to Bones, and I need to get out of here before Star gets home from school. It's one thing to be told I fucked her sister, but it's another to shove it down her throat in person. I don't want to hurt her, fucking Emma. Fuck.
I felt like I was going to fucking vomit. My cock took a while to even play ball.
I climb on my bike, the orange flames on my tank glaring at me that Star painted last year, and I swallow hard before roaring down the road, heading back to the clubhouse with Star on my mind like she has been these past few months. My parents had noticed the change, and along with our Pres, the lingering longing looks I sent her way, or how I've held her longer than I fucking should have, and they've all agreed I could date her, but only hold her hand and basically court her until she turns eighteen, but my problem is that she lost her father to thislife. There's no guarantee I won't lose mine too. Star deserves more than that; she deserves to be free from club life and the brotherhood; she deserves to be happy where the reminder of her father isn't haunting her. She deserves to be happy, and I don't think she would be tied down to a brother, so I'll push her away as much as I can while trying to keep a hold of our friendship, even if it fucking kills me.
I get to the clubhouse within five minutes before pulling up beside the van that will be transporting our goods, with a couple of prospects driving it. The club run to Wincher is only an eight-hour round trip where we ship armory to the Rebel's MC, who then sells it on. It's the first trip I've organized under the supervision of my father, Tank. He looked like a proud fucking peacock when I refused to do his same route as last month.
I quickly rush into the clubhouse, heading to my newly appointed council brother's room, the one right next to Bones' that only Star goes into now; only she has the key that Dead Shot agreed to, to which Emma threw a hissy fit. I press my hand on his door before heading into mine, taking a quick shower to wash Emma's nasty stench off my fucking cock before getting dressed in some fresh clothes. Black jeans and a white T-shirt before messing my long hair on top. I put my cut back on, grab my keys and wallet, and rush out to my bike again, where Dagger is most likely waiting for me. He will be taking over as VP next week, so this is his first official outing in a higher position.
Just as I get near my bike, a flash of dark blonde hair catches my attention, and I furrow my brows in confusion. Star still has three hours left of school, so why in the fuck is she at the clubhouse?
I shout, using her nickname, "FIREFLY!" and rush over to her, about to pick her up and spin her around like I normally do whendisgust etches her features, and she takes a step back from me, making me frown in confusion.
What the fuck?
She doesn't know about her sister yet. I mean, she doesn't, right?
Fuck, why am I suddenly regretting my decision to go down that route?
"Star? What's wrong? And why are you not in school?"
Fuck, I know what's wrong, but I need her to confirm it for me, and I need to fucking pray that I haven't lost my best friend and that I've only drawn the line between us. I can't imagine my life without my little firefly.
