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Had to run to the clubhouse for church.

Be back as soon as I can.

Reaper

The ride to the clubhouse was hard. The further I got away from the cabin the more I wanted to turn around and climb back into bed beside her. I pulled up to the clubhouse with a few minutes to spare and now I am sitting at the head of the table waiting to start church. Sin slips through the door just in time and I bang the gavel as soon as the door is closed. “We all know why I called church today?” I look around the room seeing all the nods. “What happened to Lola should have never happened and I can’t help but shoulder some of that blame.”

Stallion clears his throat, “ I can understand you feeling that way but that piece of shit who did that to her is not the man you raised him to be. He made those choices; this shit lays solely at his feet.”

“We need to discuss our reaction to what he did but I need to talk to a couple of you privately first.” There is no way I am having her entire assault discussed as public forum. Once I have the whole story I will disclose what needs to be shared, I will not violate her by putting that all out there. “Stallion and Doc can stay, everyone else do you mind stepping out for a few moments.” Everyone but Stallion and Doc rose from the table and headed out. “I need to know everything I heard what she was willing to share but I need to know everything before we can pass judgment.”

“I guess I should start,” Stallion stated. “The prospect we had on her that morning was Ray. He called me as soon as he sawthe card under her windshield wiper. He didn’t get a good look at her but said she pulled over and was sitting in her car. When we arrived there I approached the car alone since she knew that I would be her contact. She had her head resting on the steering wheel so at first I didn’t know anything was wrong until she rolled down the window and looked at me. Her face was black and blue and she had a split lip and a cut through her eyebrow. She wasn’t really talking and I figured she was in shock so I drove her and her car back here where you spoke to her and then she was examined by Doc.”

“Alright, Doc?”

“She was my patient. I don't really feel comfortable discussing this without her permission.”

“Doc, when we first met, you were fresh out of the corps and you stabbed some guy for roofying a girls drink in a club but discussing this makes you uncomfortable? I need to know what he did to her. I’m not just asking as his father, I’m asking as your Prez.”

“Fuck, man. Alright. As Stallion said she had some lacerations to her face I believe the one on her eyebrow caused her to lose consciousness. I didn’t find any breaks but also couldn’t get x-rays to check for fractures. Her ribs were my main concern but since she is doing better, my best guess is they were just bruised or possibly a hairline fracture. That’s pretty much where my exam ended. I called a nurse friend to do a female exam after seeing the bruises on her thighs and after I discovered she woke up without panties among other things.”

“Was she raped?” Doc looked down at his hands resting on the table. “Doc?” I growled.

“I only know what I heard from Natasha after she completed the exam. There was trauma to not only her vagina but to her. . .”

I knew what he was saying. He didn’t need to continue. “While she was unconscious?” Doc nodded solemnly. “He is dead. So fucking dead.”

“He is your son, are you sure about this?” Stallion asked.

“I don’t give a fuck what blood runs through his veins. The second he struck her he was disowned but this shit? No, he doesn’t get to walk away from this. Call the guys back in, we need to bring it to a vote and make plans.”

“Before we do that there is something else we need to discuss. The club was protecting her because you claimed her as family because of her relationship with your son. Obviously given the situation protection will remain until he is out of the picture but what happens after? Are you still claiming her as family or will she be free of the club?”

“Just ask what you are trying to ask, stop this coy bullshit.” I growled.

“Well, this anger and protectiveness goes beyond the situation and don’t act like we haven’t all seen how you were with her yesterday. Are you still gonna pretend that you see her as a daughter?”

“No, I’m not. But she deserves more than this life. More than being a biker’s old lady. She is twenty and I’m nearly twice her age. She doesn’t want this life.”

“So, where does that leave things?”

“I have no fucking clue.”

Doc stepped out to get the guys back in and now we are all back at the table. “So, after learning all the details I’ve made my decision but we still need to call a vote. Not only did he beat her so badly she lost consciousness but he raped her. She was under club protection and he did it anyway. He basically spit in the face of the club he grew up in, that helped raise him and taught him one of our most cardinal rules: We do not hurt women. I call for a vote on ending his miserable life.”

There was a chorus of “Aye’s” and we moved onto other business. I am not ready to make plans yet. I need more time. Once he is dealt with she is free to choose and I am not ready for her to leave yet. This isn’t the life for her and if I were a better man, I would set her free but I’ve always known I wasn’t a good man. As soon as Dylan is dealt with she will leave and move on with her life. I should want that for her but I want a million more nights like last night. Wrapping up club business I end church. I just wanna get back to her.

Lola

Waking I realize the bed is empty and my heart aches at the thoughts running through my head. Did he sneak out as soon as I fell asleep? Did my crying freak him out? Did he not enjoy it? To me last night was life changing. I didn’t lie when I told him it was the best sex of my life but he never said how it was for him. When we wrote letters he called me his daughter, so was this just like really awkward for him? Or was this like pity sex for him? I did basically beg him last night. Rolling over I see a sheet of paper, sitting up quickly, I snatch up the paper. It was just a short note but he left it here. So, did he wake up next to me? He still calls me Little Flower so that has to mean something, right? Okay I need to just shut down this downward spiral.

Throwing the blanket off of me I get out of bed to take a shower but on my way I notice his jeans still on the floor and it brings a small smile to my face. In the bathroom I find some more signs he may have stayed with me all night. There is a damp towel on the rack and the air smells like him. It smells like whiskey, leather and a hint of tobacco.

After finishing my shower, I open the door and smell something amazing. It smells like cinnamon and sugar. Quickly I grab one of his shirts out of the closet and throw it on, it’s more a dress than a shirt on me. Sneaking to the top of the stairs I see a broad muscled back beneath a tight black t-shirt standing in front of the stove. Is he cooking for me again?

“Are you gonna stand there staring at my back or are you gonna come down here and have breakfast with me?”

He made me breakfast? I scurry down the stairs and lean over the counter. “It's nearly noon isn’t it a little late for breakfast?”