Page 110 of Tattered Souls
And with that, I stood up, tagged my bag, and with my head held high, I walked out of the house.
My phone buzzed the moment I closed my car door.
Snitches Get Stitches Text Thread
Granger – I swear to Christ, Mom is going to beat this girl’s ass.
Lola – You forgot about me.
Granger – Damn, but I’m lucky.
Me – What did Trina do now?
Granger – Poked holes in the condoms.
Hattie – I’m on my way.
Lola – What she said.
Me – Be there in two hours.
Melanie – Be there in thirty minutes.
Logan – Swing by and pick me up, Mel.
Isiah – Can’t touch her. But I’ll be y’all’s alibi. On my way.
Ryder – What Isiah said.
Zada – But I can. On my way.
Bentley – Shit. I’m four hours away. Things to go hell, call.
Cole – On my way.
Madalyn – Pick me up. Dad showed me some cool moves.
Krispin – On my way.
Zaden – Got her older brother in the sparring ring in a few. Got your back.
I grinned. My cousins were all the shit.
Little did I know... that night... as I was helping my cousin with the rest of our cousins verbally beating the hell out of Trina, I would find it.
In a man wearing a leather kutte.
And he rode a motorcycle.
Like father, like daughter.
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Two Years Later
“You're not going to ask me?” I asked my dad as he stood in front of me.
He shook his head, “Nah. Raised you right. Your mama raised you right. You wouldn’t be here if he weren’t the one. And I trust him, bout as far as I can throw him.”
