Page 20 of Sinful Lies
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“My father must haveknown I’d run to Dia. By the time I climbed through her bedroom window, he had already called her father to warn him. I begged Dia to come with me, but she was afraid of me. The blood on my hands had stained her white curtains and the pale-yellow nightgown she was wearing. I clenched her shoulders and shook her. She wouldn’t stop crying and I needed her to hear me. I had already lost my mother; I couldn’t lose her too. Before I could explain, her father burst through her bedroom door with a shotgun in his hands. The love he had for his daughter was the way a father should feel about their child. Not like my dad. He only wanted to protect her and by the looks of me, I wouldn’t believe my story either. I promised to come back for her and climbed out the same way I came in. Only I never went back for her.”
It’s been a long time since I told my story. The only time I ever spoke the truth was to Chainz and even then, I left out most of the painful details. After I left Dia, I hit the highway and didn’t stop until the sun came up. I pulled into a rest area and cleaned myself up in the bathroom.
It already felt like a lifetime since I climbed out Dia’s window and sped away. I didn’t want to leave her, but what choice did I have? Her dad would never have allowed it, and she didn’t deserve to live like that. I had no clue where to go or what to do next. She had her whole life in front of her, while I’d be lucky to not end up in the gutter.
I couldn’t blame her for being scared. Fuck, I was scared shitless. I scrubbed the blood-soaked money in the sink, frantically trying to wash away the memory of my mother dying in my arms and that poor girl. I always knew my father was a selfish bastard, but I never imagined he was capable of something that twisted. And to frame his own son to cover his crimes. How can any father be so heartless?
It was pure luck Chainz walked into that bathroom. He took one look at me and offered to help. He told me about the motorcycle club he ran with and said I could come with them. He said they were always looking for new recruits, men like me. I had no one left to turn to and nothing left to lose. At that moment, it was my best option. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I followed Chainz. Vowing to go back and claim my girl as soon as this mess blew over. I don’t know why he did, but I’m grateful. I’ve never looked back until now.
I take a deep breath and continue, “The old man I leveled when we left last night, was my father. I haven’t seen him since the night he framed me for the murders he committed. And now that he knows about our club, the cops might be looking for me. You’re harboring a fugitive.”
“If he retaliates, we’ll deal with it as a club.” Chainz draws the meeting back to order, “How did Dia react?”
“She fears Ben, but still as stubborn as ever. She’ll want to know the truth. We can trust her.”
“Good to know. Until then, we still have jobs to do. Kayne and the Savage Saints crew will be here by nightfall. Let’s prepare to welcome them the Destroyers’ way.”
“Party?” Crusher twists his face in confusion, and we all laugh.
“Unless you prefer to kill ‘em, dumbass.” Reaper smacks the back of Crusher’s head. “We prefer to party.”
Everyone files out of the room heading their separate ways to make collections runs, see to operations at our local establishments, or prepare for our guests. I let out a heavy sigh of relief. Telling my story to my brothers wasn’t easy, but now that I’m done, I know they respect me more and understand my desperation to reclaim Dia.
Soon my Angel. I’m making good on my promise this time.
“I know what you need,” Chainz lays his arm around my shoulders, “Come with me.”
“Where?” Chainz only grins.
