On the third night, as I lay there, the sound of a bike grew closer, and I held my breath, listening for any signs of trouble. The door didn't open, but the sound grew louder until it was right outside the window.I jumped to my feet, my heart in my throat. Peering through the dirty pane, I saw Rook's bike, and I threw the door open, letting the night air wash over me.He climbed off his bike, his eyes searching the darkness before he saw me. "Mar," he said, his voice rough with emotion.I rushed over to him, and he wrapped me in his arms, holding me tightly. "I missed you," he murmured into my hair.I stepped back, my eyes searching his face. "What happened?""We've found out who the real rat is," he said, his voice laced with anger."Who?" I gasped."Not now," he said, his hand on my arm, steering me back inside. "We need to get out of here before anyone else shows up."The drama unfolded quickly after that. We packed up what little I had left and left the safe house behind, the eng
I didn’t argue, knowing that staying would only make things worse for both of us. With one last look, I slipped out the back door, the night swallowing me up.The woods were dark and foreboding, but I knew the layout of the land. I had been here before, on rides with Rook and the others, and I had a good sense of direction. I had to trust that.The sound of the bikes grew fainter as I pushed deeper into the woods, my heart racing. I didn’t look back, didn’t dare to hope that Rook and his brothers would come out of this unscathed.The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound as I made my way through the dense foliage. I could feel the eyes of the forest watching me, the shadows playing tricks on my mind.And then, I heard it—the unmistakable crack of a twig snapping. I spun around, ready to fight. But it was too late. A hand clamped over my mouth, and a strong arm pulled me into the shadows."Mar!" Houseshoes voice hissed in my ear. "You need to come with me, now!"I nodded franti
The night was long and tense, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and dust. We had blocked off the entrances and set up makeshift barriers, turning the warehouse into a labyrinth that would slow down any intruder. The brothers had armed themselves with what we could scrounge up—pipes, knives, and a couple of handguns. We were ready to fight, but we were all acutely aware that we were outmatched."Marlowe," Surgeon called out, his voice low and urgent. "We need to get into position."I nodded, my heart racing as I took my place at the top of a set of stairs that overlooked the main floor. From here, I could see the entire area where we had set our trap. The plan was simple—make them think we were easy prey and pick them off as they approached.The radio crackled to life again, and we all held our breath. "Sons of Morning Star, this is Rook," his voice was strained, but strong. "You've got one last chance to leave us alone. If you don't, we'll bring the whole damn place down on you
A few minutes later Rook called for attention. "We know who did this," Rook announced, his eyes scanning the room. "It was Sobain."The room erupted into shouts, but Rook held up a hand for silence. "We have to be smart," he said. "We can't just go after her. Her ol’man is the President of the Sons of Morning Star, as well Reif's mom."Tonya stepped forward, her eyes hard. "But we can't just sit here and do nothing," she said. "We need to find a way to take her down."The tension grew as the discussion heated up. The club was divided—some wanted to go to war, while others were cautious, fearing the consequences."You can use their own game against them," I suggested. "Feed them false info."Rook nodded slowly, considering my words. "It's risky," he said. "But it might just work."The decision was made, and the club sprang into action. We had a plan, a dangerous one, but it was our only hope.As everyone dispersed, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. I couldn’t believe Dillon
The next few days were a blur of emotion. I told them everything I could remember about who my brother used to be, but could provide nothing on who he had become. As I did, it hit me, I had lost the man I had called my brother.The information gathering on Dillon, and the members of his club, continued. We looked for every weak point that could help us gain an advantage. We had been under the eye of the Sons of Morning Star club for a while now, so they were way a head of us. So, every member of the Raven's had a role to play gaining intel, and the tension grew taut as a bowstring.When the night finally arrived, and the weight of what I was about to do, my nerves began getting the best of me, and when I met up with Rook, he rested his hand on my shoulder, asking, "You're sure about this?"I nodded, as pulling in a deep breath, I murmured, "Let's end this."~~As everyone was already in place, it was as simple as walking out from the train yard, leaving a silent cavalry of shadows beh
"It seems, you’re my stepbrother,” I blurted. Then shrugging, I continued, “My mom…your dad."For a moment, something flickered in Lucien's eyes, something that might have been admission of former knowledge of the fact. But whatever it was, it was quickly hidden. "Okay, so?" he asked, his voice taking on a slight edge as he shifted a little straighter in his chair.“Well, don’t you think it makes our relationship a little…awkward?” I murmured."No. Do you?" Lucien's voice sounded like more of a snap than a question."Honestly? Yeah, I kinda do,” I returned, defensiveness entering my voice."And why should the fact your mom is married to my dad change anything between us?" he said, his laughter grating on my nerves like nails."Because we're family!" I exclaimed.Sitting straight up in his chair, he leaned across the table menacingly toward me, sneering, "You're not my family.”I stared at him, the hurt and betrayal burning in my chest. "You knew all along, didn’t you?"“That you’re my
I glared at Lucien. "You're going to regret this," I hissed, my voice filled with loathing."Doubtful," Lucien said with a sneer, his hand tightening around my neck. "But you're going to, for not cooperating."Blood pounded in my head from lack of oxygen and the room spun, but I knew I had to get out of this somehow. Using what strength I had left, I head-butted him.At the blow, he stumbled back, cursing, and I used the brief moment of respite to kick the chair from under me, landing hard on the floor.My legs had gone numb from the tight ropes, but I managed to get to my knees, my eyes scanning the room for anything to use as a weapon.As I saw a glint of metal in the corner, a knife, I lunged for it, my heart in my throat. But before I could reach it, the door slammed open and Rook burst in, his eyes wide with alarm."Marlowe!" he bellowed, drawing a gun.The two thugs that had brought me here had their weapons drawn, but they weren’t fast enough. Rook fired a shot, and one of them
(Trigger warning: This story contains drug use and explicit adult content.)**MARLOWE**A light flush of sweat coated my skin for I needed a fix, and I needed it badly, so when Auriella held out the pills in her hand, I took them from her without question, quickly swallowing them with a drink from my bottled water. "Your dad wants you in the room tonight, he said you have a request," she told me, watching me recap the bottle.I grimaced. "Do I have to? You know what happened the last time."She gave a small snort. "Of course you do," she quipped, her tone that of disbelief I was even asking. At fifty-two, Auriella was my dad's ol' lady, as well our House Mother, and it was her job to make sure everything ran smooth within the compound, as well the clubhouse, and just like my dad, she ruled it all with an iron hand. I'd seen her beat the shit out of some of the girls for a simple eye roll when they didn't like what they had been told to do. I didn't like Auriella much, and she didn'
I glared at Lucien. "You're going to regret this," I hissed, my voice filled with loathing."Doubtful," Lucien said with a sneer, his hand tightening around my neck. "But you're going to, for not cooperating."Blood pounded in my head from lack of oxygen and the room spun, but I knew I had to get out of this somehow. Using what strength I had left, I head-butted him.At the blow, he stumbled back, cursing, and I used the brief moment of respite to kick the chair from under me, landing hard on the floor.My legs had gone numb from the tight ropes, but I managed to get to my knees, my eyes scanning the room for anything to use as a weapon.As I saw a glint of metal in the corner, a knife, I lunged for it, my heart in my throat. But before I could reach it, the door slammed open and Rook burst in, his eyes wide with alarm."Marlowe!" he bellowed, drawing a gun.The two thugs that had brought me here had their weapons drawn, but they weren’t fast enough. Rook fired a shot, and one of them
"It seems, you’re my stepbrother,” I blurted. Then shrugging, I continued, “My mom…your dad."For a moment, something flickered in Lucien's eyes, something that might have been admission of former knowledge of the fact. But whatever it was, it was quickly hidden. "Okay, so?" he asked, his voice taking on a slight edge as he shifted a little straighter in his chair.“Well, don’t you think it makes our relationship a little…awkward?” I murmured."No. Do you?" Lucien's voice sounded like more of a snap than a question."Honestly? Yeah, I kinda do,” I returned, defensiveness entering my voice."And why should the fact your mom is married to my dad change anything between us?" he said, his laughter grating on my nerves like nails."Because we're family!" I exclaimed.Sitting straight up in his chair, he leaned across the table menacingly toward me, sneering, "You're not my family.”I stared at him, the hurt and betrayal burning in my chest. "You knew all along, didn’t you?"“That you’re my
The next few days were a blur of emotion. I told them everything I could remember about who my brother used to be, but could provide nothing on who he had become. As I did, it hit me, I had lost the man I had called my brother.The information gathering on Dillon, and the members of his club, continued. We looked for every weak point that could help us gain an advantage. We had been under the eye of the Sons of Morning Star club for a while now, so they were way a head of us. So, every member of the Raven's had a role to play gaining intel, and the tension grew taut as a bowstring.When the night finally arrived, and the weight of what I was about to do, my nerves began getting the best of me, and when I met up with Rook, he rested his hand on my shoulder, asking, "You're sure about this?"I nodded, as pulling in a deep breath, I murmured, "Let's end this."~~As everyone was already in place, it was as simple as walking out from the train yard, leaving a silent cavalry of shadows beh
A few minutes later Rook called for attention. "We know who did this," Rook announced, his eyes scanning the room. "It was Sobain."The room erupted into shouts, but Rook held up a hand for silence. "We have to be smart," he said. "We can't just go after her. Her ol’man is the President of the Sons of Morning Star, as well Reif's mom."Tonya stepped forward, her eyes hard. "But we can't just sit here and do nothing," she said. "We need to find a way to take her down."The tension grew as the discussion heated up. The club was divided—some wanted to go to war, while others were cautious, fearing the consequences."You can use their own game against them," I suggested. "Feed them false info."Rook nodded slowly, considering my words. "It's risky," he said. "But it might just work."The decision was made, and the club sprang into action. We had a plan, a dangerous one, but it was our only hope.As everyone dispersed, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. I couldn’t believe Dillon
The night was long and tense, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and dust. We had blocked off the entrances and set up makeshift barriers, turning the warehouse into a labyrinth that would slow down any intruder. The brothers had armed themselves with what we could scrounge up—pipes, knives, and a couple of handguns. We were ready to fight, but we were all acutely aware that we were outmatched."Marlowe," Surgeon called out, his voice low and urgent. "We need to get into position."I nodded, my heart racing as I took my place at the top of a set of stairs that overlooked the main floor. From here, I could see the entire area where we had set our trap. The plan was simple—make them think we were easy prey and pick them off as they approached.The radio crackled to life again, and we all held our breath. "Sons of Morning Star, this is Rook," his voice was strained, but strong. "You've got one last chance to leave us alone. If you don't, we'll bring the whole damn place down on you
I didn’t argue, knowing that staying would only make things worse for both of us. With one last look, I slipped out the back door, the night swallowing me up.The woods were dark and foreboding, but I knew the layout of the land. I had been here before, on rides with Rook and the others, and I had a good sense of direction. I had to trust that.The sound of the bikes grew fainter as I pushed deeper into the woods, my heart racing. I didn’t look back, didn’t dare to hope that Rook and his brothers would come out of this unscathed.The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound as I made my way through the dense foliage. I could feel the eyes of the forest watching me, the shadows playing tricks on my mind.And then, I heard it—the unmistakable crack of a twig snapping. I spun around, ready to fight. But it was too late. A hand clamped over my mouth, and a strong arm pulled me into the shadows."Mar!" Houseshoes voice hissed in my ear. "You need to come with me, now!"I nodded franti
On the third night, as I lay there, the sound of a bike grew closer, and I held my breath, listening for any signs of trouble. The door didn't open, but the sound grew louder until it was right outside the window.I jumped to my feet, my heart in my throat. Peering through the dirty pane, I saw Rook's bike, and I threw the door open, letting the night air wash over me.He climbed off his bike, his eyes searching the darkness before he saw me. "Mar," he said, his voice rough with emotion.I rushed over to him, and he wrapped me in his arms, holding me tightly. "I missed you," he murmured into my hair.I stepped back, my eyes searching his face. "What happened?""We've found out who the real rat is," he said, his voice laced with anger."Who?" I gasped."Not now," he said, his hand on my arm, steering me back inside. "We need to get out of here before anyone else shows up."The drama unfolded quickly after that. We packed up what little I had left and left the safe house behind, the eng
The streets were quiet, the only sound the hum of the engine as we sped through the city.We arrived at a new location, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The headlights cut through the darkness, revealing a handful of bikes parked outside. The Raven's had gathered for an emergency meeting.As I stepped out of the car, the tension was a cloak surrouding us. The members' expressions were grim, and I could feel the anger radiating off of them. Rook was there, his eyes bloodshot, a bruise already forming on his jaw."What's going on?" I demanded, my voice shaking."We're being set up," he snarled. "The cops are looking for a reason to take us down. Jax is dead, and we fucking didn’t do it!"The room erupted in shouts and curses. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the table, my entire body trembling."We split up," he continued. "Find out who Jax was dealing with. We're not going down without a fight."With that, the group dispersed, everyone eager to do thei
As Rook’s words dropped between us, he took my arm, guiding me, and as we made our way through the crowd towards the back, Tonya grabbed Rook’s arm. "Be safe," she whispered.He nodded. "I will," he assured her.The alley behind the Hideout was dank and narrow, the perfect place for a private confrontation to turn into a brawl. Keeping me close against his side, we made our way over to Rook’s bike. Handing me the spare helmet I’d used earlier, he murmured soberly, "This is club business and shouldn't affect you in any way, Mar. So, you should be safe. I'll be in contact when everything's clear. Now, let’s get to what we need to." Afterward, he climbed onto his bike, avoiding my eyes.With a heavy heart, I straddled the bike behind him, my arms tight around his waist. The engine roared to life, and we sped off, leaving the Hideout behind us.Minutes later, as we pulled up to my apartment, I climbed off the bike, and looking at me, his eyes glinting in the moonlight, he instructed, his v