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“Wait for Vegas’s orders.” He hacked up more blood. “He knows… what… to do.”
“To do about what?” I took the envelope and burner phone.
“Rocky?” He panted, sweat dripping down his face. I could tell my uncle wasn’t going to make it. There was too much blood.
“Yeah?”
“My gun. End me.” He was being delirious in the final minutes of his life. Keg was the only blood relative I had left. He was a crusty, vile man and deserved to die. But I wouldn’t do it.
“No.” I wanted him to suffer like my mother and I had under his watch.
“Do it and get gone.” He coughed up more blood. The sound made my skin crawl.
Tears burned behind my eyes. It was like seeing my mom all over again. Except she had already been dead when I’d found her.
I swallowed my emotions and put the gun to his head, my hand slightly trembling.
“Don’t let them break you.” He gurgled like he was choking.
“I won’t.” I put him out of his misery because I hadn’t lost all my humanity, like him.Pop!I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and stared out the window, seething. “I’ll make them pay. I promise. I’ll get retribution.”
Of course, Uncle Keg didn’t reply because he was dead.
“Goddammit!” I pounded the back of my head against the seat and roared, “Fuuuck! What do I do now?” If Keg said to leave, I damn well would. I didn’t know who or what I was dealing with and couldn’t be too safe.
Ella’s beautiful face flashed in my head. I’d just have to get word to her somehow. She’d understand. When I knew what the fuck was going on and found a safe place to hide, I’d send for her.
Getting word to Ella had been impossible these past couple of weeks. I hadn’t had my phone when I’d gotten out of Scornrock. Must’ve left it somewhere at the bar when I had been unloading the truck the day the club was attacked. It very well may have been the biggest fucking mistake of my life. I didn’t remember her phone number and couldn't get it without the help of Vegas, who’d been unreliable. He fucking pissed me off.
My ears dialed in to the news report on the flat screen on the wall.
“For three consecutive days, a male—six foot one, approximately two hundred and ten pounds, wearing a black ski mask—has robbed innocent travelers at gunpoint. These assaults occurred at truck stops on Interstate 35. No injuries have been reported. Officials have no other leads,” the reporter said. “Stay safe, folks.”
The corner of my lip curled as I tuned out the rest of the news and resumed eating my apple pie in the small café.
The six hundred bucks I’d had when I’d left Scornrock had been gone in a week. The first few days, I’d hitchhiked to Nebraska, slept in rundown motels, and shoplifted food at truck stops. Vegas had told me to go to Florida or California, somewhere warm to hide out, but I couldn’t go so far away from Ella. After thinking it over, I’d set my sights on Texas.
But in Oklahoma, I’d run out of money and got desperate, so I’d done what was necessary to reach my destination and robbedinnocent travelers.
This morning I’d arrived in Prosper, Texas. I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on and get word to Ella. Vegas had been an asshole as usual and wouldn’t call her to the clubhouse so I could talk to her. The aftermath following the explosion at the bar had been his priority. The club had also struck back at the Knight’s Legion MC in North Dakota and blown up the building where Reign’s dad worked, in retaliation. I hated missing the fun but hated not talking to Ella more.
How could I not have memorized her fucking phone number?
I was sure my woman was going crazy worrying about me and was pissed off that I hadn’t been home when she’d returned from her trip. She wasn’t unreasonable. Once I told her what was going on, she’d understand why I’d had to run.
“Can I get you anything else?” the cute waitress asked. She’d been attentive, as all women were with me. She looked college-aged, blonde with sparkling blue eyes and tits the size of melons. I could totally fuck her in the alley and release eleven days of pent-up tension. It’d mean nothing to me. Just fast and furious fucking. Meaningless sex…
“No. Just the check,” I replied coldly.
“If you’re sure?” Oh, she was persistent, for only nine in the fucking morning.
“Bring me the check,” I hissed to scare her away. The last thing I needed was women trying to ride my cock, especially when I was backed up and on edge after what had gone down in Scornrock.
I rubbed the envelope tucked inside my jacket. It was a bunch of chicken scratch for the most part, along with a copy of my birth certificate and a photo of my mom with a man I assumed was my father. He was tall like me, with broad shoulders, dark hair, and the same intense eyes. If I had to guess, I’d say they were also gray.
But the one detail that stuck out to me was the cut he wore. He was in a biker club, and I was sure his patch said President. My mom stared at him with admiration and the prettiest smile I’d ever seen on her. She looked in love, the exact same way Ella stared at me.
David Franklin Knight was listed on my birth certificate. My mother could’ve named the wrong man. I wasn’t delusional about her, a club bunny who’d fucked many men. A paternity test should be conducted to confirm he was my sperm donor. But the more I looked at the man, the more I knew he was my father—the cause of all my misery and pain, why I was alone and away from Ella, and the fucking asshole who’d blown up my uncle’s bar and killed him. He should’ve ended me along with Keg. Since he hadn’t, I had no choice but to seek retribution and destroy him as he had me.
