Page 63 of Fractured Souls

I need a way to find out these guys' real names. I wonder if any of them went to local schools. Or even the school I was at! I look up my school and see that luckily they have all school pictures for the last twenty years still up on here.

I start by looking for Tammy. If I can find her class, then I can look through them for a Gabe and then compare it to the pictures from the charity event to see if he's there. I find Tammy first, so I know it's the right class, and then I start going through the rest of the class until I find Gabriel.

I found him. Holy shit. His last name… This is my father. Holy fucking shit.

Why the fuck didn't I think to look up his first name with my last name?Dumbass!I Google his name, and then I find his information much easier. There are a few more pictures so now I can clearly tell he's a part of the club. I am just not sure what his roadname is yet.

I find out his father’s name, Gabriel St. James. Of course, he named his son after himself. Bastard.He died five years ago. Murdered behind a bar owned by the MC. His road name was Killer. Based on what I've researched on how MCs work, his son, who is my father, Gabe, would have taken over. I just can't find any new pictures of him with his cut on to make sure and get his road name. But I know that's the name I need. Gabriel St. James.

I know I want to take down the SOS club, but I am not sure how I want to do that yet. I think starting with killing Gabe is my best bet, and if I survive that, I can make more plans. They ruined my mom, so I will ruin them.

I can't find shit on who killed my mom. Ugh! This is so hard. I know that the MC are probably the ones who killed my mom, but I have no proof. I wish I could remember if they were wearing vests or not and what they might have said.

I decide to call it a night and take a break. I can look into more tomorrow, and I am going to look into Tammy and her family tomorrow too. I am so glad that I'm not related to her in any way. I just wish I knew how she was able to get her hands on me after Mom died. Wouldn't there be proof that I was not related to her?

I gnaw on my bottom lip, debating looking into more now even though it's 10 p.m. No, Harley, take a break. You've been in here almost all day,I say to myself.

“Talking to yourself already, huh?”

I jump out of the chair and scream. “Holy fucking shit! Linc, what the hell? Don't do that to me!”

He laughs, "I wasn't even quiet there, kiddo. I slammed the doors and stomped around. I even called out your name. You were lost in la la land and apparently talking to yourself. Which, by the way, crazy you is right. Stop for the night and get out of this room. Bri should be home in an hour. Let's make something to eat.”

I grumble and follow him out to the kitchen. "You know, I already know you can't cook after the stories Bri told me, and she's been trying to teach me. It's not going well. So what are you thinking we are gonna make?" I lift a brow at him and cross my arms over my chest.

He runs a hand over the back of his neck. "Uh, I didn't think that far ahead, but I'm hungry. Does she have anything easy?"

I shrug and go to look through the pantry.

"What about chili and cornbread? We can heat the canned chili on the stove, and I think cornbread is easy enough to make since it's from a box." I glance over my shoulder at Linc.

He nods, and I grab what we need. Then Linc starts prepping the cornbread while I cook the chili. While eating way more since being here and gaining a love for food that I didn’t know I had, I have come to learn that I will eat anything, but I have a particular craving for Mexican food. Literally all of it. Anything. Bri orders from a restaurant that is close by, and I think I have tried literally everything on their menu. There hasn't been one thing that I haven't liked.

A little bit later, the cornbread is in the oven, and the chili is warm on the stove. It smells half decent in here. As we laugh and high five over our accomplishments, Bri comes in from the garage. She sees us and freezes.

"Is that… Do I smell food? Are you guys… cooking?" She looks so shocked that I can't hold back my laughter and burst out laughing at the same time Linc does.

"Jeez, Bri, you have so little faith in us?" I say.

She slowly nods. "Um, yeah… usually you just make a sandwich or heat up leftovers, and Linc doesn't step foot in the kitchen. Ever."

"Well, it's just canned chili and boxed cornbread. Easy enough." I shrug.

The oven beeps, so I take the cornbread out. We all get bowls of chili and some cornbread and sit down to eat. I take a bite and immediately spit it back into the bowl and start gagging.Holy hell, how can that taste so bad?

Bri chokes and chugs down water. Linc sighs dramatically and says, "I don't get it, I followed all the directions on the package. How did it not come out right? I didn't even burn it!"

"Lincoln, you seriously can't tell? It tastes like salt! Like salted bread. God, that's horrible! Why did you put salt in it?"

"I thought it would need it! I only added a little!"

"You only add what it says to, Lincoln Tanner!" Bri chides. Linc nods and mumbles a very not sincere apology.

"At least the chili tastes okay," I add with a shrug. Linc glares, and Bri holds back a laugh. We eat the chili, and then we all start cleaning up. Bri is loading the dishwasher when she stops and spins around. "Lincoln!" He freezes and turns towards her. I walk closer to see what she's holding up; it's a measuring cup… I think it's a quarter cup. "Is this what you used for salt?" Linc nods very slowly.

I burst out laughing. Holy hell. "Even I know that's a fuckton of salt, Linc! Holy crap, you can never come in the kitchen again."

Bri is nodding as I talk. "She's right. The kitchen ban now extends from your house to mine too."

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