by Lake, Rae B.
"Pope?" Mack calls out for me and I’m jerked out of my rage. I let her go and she stumbles back away from me.
"Tracey, wait."
"No David, I hope whatever you are looking for is there. Don’t fucking contact me again."
I watch her get into the car, slam the door and peel off.
I squeeze my eyes shut and clutch the box in my hand. I’ll never be able to fix that wrong. I walk back towards the main entrance, no longer interested in partying with the rest of the guys.
"All goad? No probings?" Mack clenched his jaw, but didn’t look away. Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but not today.
"Yeah, I’m good, no problems." I say once and wait for him to either give me a directive or let me pass. He was my VP and even though I was his senior in age he was my superior in rank.
He nods and stands to the side.
I rush up the stairs and into my room to go through the stuff that Tracey had brought for me. It was quite a few of my flash drives, and papers along with the large external drive that I was looking for.
I had tried to run away from this, to tell myself since I was out that I didn’t have to worry about it again. Only now I know the truth, I know I can’t hide from this anymore.
I lock my door, and get my laptop from my desk. I hook up the drive and wait for everything to start working again. When I open the drive and click into folder after folder all of my failures stare me straight in the face.
I click into the files and see the perfectly forged passports of an 18 year old girl. I was a master at what I did and had never once asked what they were for. If the client needed paperwork, I could get that paperwork. Birth certificates, passports, driver's licenses, green cards, whatever it was I could make it. Eighty percent of the files on my drive were made for one client.
Yemen.
I didn’t know what he was going to do with these people. I had no idea that he would auction them off or that he was going after babies too. Even at my worst I wouldn’t have helped someone do that shit.
When I saw him in the field at the Eve’s Fury Clubhouse I was sure that he would recognize me. I even ran after him just to make sure, but he didn’t remember me. When he took Duchess and disappeared, I had thought I was off the hook. Except when those that had gone to help Wire came back from Texas with stories about one of the many reform schools that Yemen ran, I knew that I couldn’t hide from this anymore.
Justin had stayed with us for a while until Ink got the clubhouse up and running down in Florida, but every day that he was here it was like a knife turning in my gut. He wasn’t a patched in member, but it didn’t stop him from trying to do everything that was asked of him. I wonder if he would be so eager to help us if he knew that I was the one who had forged his paperwork. I had helped sentence him to a life of torture and pain. Him and countless others.
I click through the files one by one and my gut seizes up in disgust.
"Daddy, you hurt them too?"
My head pops up and a clear vision of Blaine, my dead son, is sitting on the edge of my bed. Still wearing the same clothes he had on the day he was killed, the blood splatter across his shirt, and the gaping hole in his forehead. He haunts me to this day. A reminder of how much I’ve lost, how much wrong in the world I’ve contributed to, and how damned I truly am. Everything that I’ve been trying to atone for, trying to find my way back to peace, but there is nothing I will ever do that will cleanse me of all these sins.
Next Up In The Wings of Diablo
Yang
I know better.
As the sergeant at arms for the Wings of Diablo MC, I’m the one that knows the fucking rules. When a spur-of-the-moment party is thrown at the clubhouse I should have shut that shit down but I let it slide. From the prospect being killed to the rumors that Rene is still alive and finally the new threat emerging from Drift Demons auto club, we all need a little downtime.
When a ghost from my past walks into the clubhouse, gets me a drink, and then asks me to give her the best night of her life. I should’ve said no.
I shouldn’t have touched her. I know she’s off-limits.
Isley is my little sister’s friend. She’s a good girl and definitely not meant for someone like me.
I’m not the southern prince charming she’s looking for, I’m the monster from her nightmares.
Or at least I should be.
When Bull and his Drift Demons put a hit out on me and my MC brothers, I don’t have time to worry about Ice and her inability to stay away.
I’m sorry I ever fucked her.
Now she can’t forget me, and it’s her obsession with me that’s going to get her killed.
Special Thanks To E.C. Land and Inferno’s Clutch!
If you want to know more about Wire’s sisters Lyrica and Simone check out Fuse’s Hold.
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