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Chapter 15
Slicer – One week later
Axel bangs the gavel on the table. "Alright brothers, I'm now putting Flame through."
We all nod as he connects his phone to the screen we have in church. Only officers of the club come in here, as well as the old-timers who used to be officers. The other brothers will only be informed of any knowledge when necessary.
Flame's face pops up, and we grin at seeing his ugly mug. He grins back.
"Alright fuckers?"
We chuckle while Axel shakes his head. "Let's get started," he says, looking over to me. "Slicer wanted to speak about something before we got into it about Starfish."
The brothers all furrow their brows as I stand. I don't look at my dad because, let's face it, he'll kick off. I keep my eyes on the screen. "Did you find the information?"
He nods. "It's fucking some sick shit, brother."
I nodded before looking around the table. "Last week I had a call from Steel." Axel and Dagger, who is finally back from his honeymoon, sit up straight, and I can understand why; a Pres of another club doesn't contact a treasurer; he contacts the Pres out of respect, but this is different; this involves my love. "My girl,my silly fucking girl," I shake my head, placing my hands on my hips, "asked him to get her a gun."
All the men now sit up straight, and I look towards Flame, and he nods, "Alright, brothers." He puts up two pictures on the screen near his head. A man with blue eyes like my woman's who looks to be in his fifties with a woman who has black hair, the same shade as Meg's but with brown eyes, who looks to be in her mid-thirties, and Axel stands, "We know them."
Flame nods. "Five years ago, myself, Slicer, and Axel went to a house in Wincher where we had believed Meghan lived. Phoebe and Tom Campbell, the couple in the photos above, told us their daughter had died at 18. We didn't question it; they were wearing black and gray like they were in mourning, so we left, but they lied." My fury builds within me, causing Gunner to stand and grip my arm.
All these years, I've missed.
Flame continues, "They are Meghan's parents, and they're sick fucking people. For generations, her family has been part of a cult. They try to hide it in the farce that they are good Christians who love the church, when in reality the men rule while the women obey. The men groom children from a young age, while their mothers sit back and let it fucking happen. The men also love younger women—no, not women girls! Her grandmother hated the life she was sold into when she was just a girl; she tried to shield Meghan from a young age. In the files they stupidly keep, it shows men in their thirties and fifties wanting Meghan at the age of three; her grandmother managed to stop it. When she passed two years prior to Meghan meeting Slicer, her parents started planning; she was being sold to a man fifteen years older than her. Meghan's mother was only ten years old when she gave birth; her father was already nearly thirty."
I can feel my body shake, and Gunner grips my arm tighter.
"When Meghan fell pregnant, she put a dent in their plans to move up within their 'church'; instead, they were embarrassed and demoted. They kept tabs on Meghan's pregnancy, hoping for a girl to give to a man called Abram as payment for him not getting their daughter. When it was confirmed Meghan had a girl, her parents tried to get custody, but it didn't work, and Meghan left for Washington to continue medical school without telling anyone where she went. Her parents have been trying to find her ever since. Abram, who has just turned 42, still wants Lilah as payment. A contract has been drawn up that they are to wed when she's ten, not thirteen, like Meghan was told. The only thing stopping the contract from going ahead; is that they need Meghan's signature, and now Slicer's seems as though Meghan, as of a few days ago, rang her grandmother's lawyer and got his name put on the birth certificate, throwing their plans further down the drain. Lilah is now known as Lilah Rose Carter. And as of yesterday, a letter was placed with said certificate for Lilah and Slicer should anything happen to Meghan."
The brothers freeze with realization, and Gunner lets me go before I grab my chair, throwing it against the wall. As soon as it smashed, Hawk stood with Ink, both grabbing a hold of me before I could make more havoc. She put me on the certificate in case something fucking happens.
Dammit.
Flame clears his throat. "It gets worse; his father, Caleb Alberto, is requesting for Meghan to be one of his mistresses."
Both brothers grip me harder when I try to fight them while Axel stands. "I want them monitored Flame; I want to know all of their whereabouts, and Dagger and I will contact the Rebels so they can do some surveillance and gain evidence to shut them the fuck down."
Flame nods while I stay standing, fuming, before Axel speaks again and looks at me to ensure I'm good.
I'm not, but we need to get this meeting moving along. My girls should be here soon for dinner, so I give him a nod, and he looks back at the screen.
"How's Star, brother?"
He sighs and shakes his head, my breathing starting to calm despite the furnace building up.
Hawk and Ink let me go before we all sit again, my leg now bouncing to get eyes on my girls. "She's fucking stubborn," the brothers chuckle while I manage a half smile because that's the fucking truth: "I spotted Hairy yesterday." We all sit up straighter, "He's definitely following her, so I'll be working my ass off to convince her to come home, where she'll be safe and we can catch the fucker. I've given her a week to get used to the idea, or I'll be dragging her back, kicking and screaming."
We all nod when Axel's phone vibrates.
We don't normally allow phones in church, but I knew my girls were coming, so Axel told Shane, who was at the gate, to inform him when they arrived. Axel gives me a nod, and I grin before waving to a smiling Flame. I rush out of church, heading to the front door. My mother instantly stands up, but I just shake my head at her, causing her to scowl.
My girls aren't ready for her yet.
I can feel Clitter following me, hoping to speak to me, but I ignore her and open the front door to the clubhouse before I hear my daughter screaming, "MY DADDY MOMMA, IT'S MY DADDY," and I grin wide as I walk over to Meghan's car.
I lean into the driver's side window, kissing her lips gently, shocking the shit out of her, but I just smile. She'll get used to this because it's happening. Tonight I'm making us official; she'smine, my old lady, my woman. "Hey Wildcat," she licks her lips before she rasps, "Hey," and I smile wider at the dazed look in her eyes. I look into the back to see my girl in dungarees, her hair in pigtails, looking fucking adorable. "You fancy a ride, baby girl?"
