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Kylian put his finger under my chin and raised my eyes to meet his.
“One day, we are going to be more than that,” he told me.
More? How? In what way? What does that even mean?
I didn’t dare ask though. I was way too afraid of the answer. Too afraid to get my hopes up.
Looking back now, I’m glad I never did.
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— Present, age 25 —
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“Hey, are you alright?” Mary asked when she followed me to the back, near Jason’s office. “I saw you and that hot-as-hell biker guy staring at each other. I thought you two were going to go at it in the middle of the diner.”
I could barely hear her words, my heart was thumping in my chest.
Are the others here? What are they doing here? They live in California. Are they here for me? No, that can’t be. Kylian didn’t even recognize me.
This is fine. It’s all going to be fine. He didn’t recognize me. It’s been years. He probably forgot all about me.
“Bly… are you alright? You’re crying,” Mary said, swiping a tear that escaped down my cheek.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I’ll finish my shift as long as he continues not to recognize me. Then I’ll go back to my apartment, get Butter ready, and we’ll dip. All my stuff is mostly packed already. This will be the first time I’ll travel with a pet, but we can do it. I hope.
“Mary, can you please take that table for me?” I asked.
“Sure sweetie,” she replied, clearly concerned.
I took another deep breath before going back to work. I just have to make it through a couple more hours. Then I’m gone, leaving behind another town.
I will not let my freedom be taken away again.
Kylian/Karma’s P.O.V.
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What the fu.ck?
What the actual fu.ck??
Did that really just happen?
Talk about your ghosts from the past. What the hell is she doing here? In some bumfu.ck town in the middle of Nebraska. Is this where she’s been? Is this why C.G. couldn’t find her?
Well, I mean, he found her at one point. ‘Course that was years ago. The only reason he found anything of use was because her fu.cking engagement had been in a local newspaper. That was back in Cali though, only a few hours away from our hometown.
When her father showed up about four or so years ago wanting to talk to Tusk and Angela about where his daughter was, I assumed that Blythe and her new husband had run away together or something. After we saw that Blythe was engaged, all of us had different reactions.
Me, personally, I didn’t want to know jack sh.it about her after that. She broke her promise to us. A promise that we were all holding onto. And then nothing. She didn’t care about us anymore. She was getting fu.cking married.
But when Daniel had the gall to show up at the front gates of our clubhouse, I knew something was up. I had C.G. look into Blythe again, and apparently, the guy never stopped. He couldn’t find anything. Not a car in her name, a loan, an apartment, nothing. Even the husband was like a ghost. We knew his name, but that was it.
We’d been low-key searching for years, and eventually found a place associated with her husband. Of course, when Psycho and I went to scope out the place, Blythe wasn’t there. It was a huge fu.cking house in the rich part of town. All high-end sh.it. Nothing like what the Blythe I remember would have liked.
There was a party going on when we showed up. It was more like a damn orgy than a party though. We searched for hours and never found Blythe in the house. Psycho got distracted by some girls that were there, and I watched and observed everything. Including her so-called husband enjoying his little party.
Did he even care where Bly was? Did she run away because he was cheating? Why didn’t she run back to us? Does she hate us that much?
I shouldn’t even be surprised honestly. We all knew that Blythe was a li.ar before her dad took her. I thought she’d change once she grew up. I thought she’d put the pettiness behind her. I mean, she was only acting out because Havoc started treating her differently when their parents married. That, and Everly wouldn’t keep her hands off me.
I knew Bly was jealous back then, but didn’t want to admit it to herself or any of us. I thought I’d wait it out, but the things she was doing to get our attention were getting out of control. We all had to be more stern with her. The last thing we wanted was for any of the club princesses to grow up spoiled.
There were only four of them, and we had seen how some club princesses in other clubs grew up to be. We didn’t want that for Blythe. My little sister was hardly around, choosing to go to school in Scottland, where some of our family lived. She would come home for holidays and summers. She and Bly weren’t close, but that was our fault for stealing all of Bly’s attention.
The other two club princesses, Everly and Alex, were definitely too spoiled. We didn’t see it back then, but I’m starting to see it now. They aren’t that bad, but they’re pushy. They want cuts and they want them from us. Well, Everly wants me at least. I think Alex is just trying to get knocked up by whoever she can at this point.
After the sh.it she pulled with C.G. though, no one in the club will touch her.
We never wanted Bly to grow up to be like that. We wanted her to stay just as she was. A sweet girl with a fiery side. We even talked about making her an ol’ lady, but… Well, we could never decide who’s ol’ lady she’d be.
So, I spent two years after Blythe left thinking about what we would do when she came back. The plan I came up with was… intriguing. When I brought it to the guys, there was a mix of reactions.
Psycho was pi.ssed that I had even thought he’d want Blythe in the first place. The guy still won’t admit that he has the hots for her. I mean, who wouldn’t? With those insanely long and thick black waves, those deep cobalt eyes, the splattering of freckles across that little nose, those juicy and naturally red lips, and those incredible dimples that show when her lips move in the slightest. He wanted her. We all did.
Havoc was also pi.ssed. He said he didn’t want to be a part of my plan and never would. Now that they were “siblings”, he had to give up on whatever feelings he had for Bly. Which he said was easier after the way Bly treated his twin sister. I don’t see why being step-siblings mattered. We met Bly before Tusk met Angela, but there was no telling Havoc that.
C.G. and Dragon had similar reactions. They were happy as hell and eager to start. ‘Course, Dragon would be a bit harder to swing since he was already on his way to being a pro MMA fighter at 17 years old. I knew that those two could help me get the other two on track though.
Hell, Psycho would be easy to trap. But then Blythe never came back. Instead, she stayed with her father and found herself a husband. It’s not like we were exactly waiting for her. Well, C.G. really was, but the rest of us were still getting our di.cks wet. We never dated though, never fell in love or any of that bullsh.it.
That was all supposed to be for her, but she apparently didn’t want it.
So, why is she here? If her husband was cheating on her, and she left him, why come here instead of home? Doesn’t she know how much her mom misses her? Of course, she doesn’t, they don’t talk.
“You keep staring at Bly, you want me to put in a good word?” Shadow asked, smirking at me from across the table.
I looked at him with a blank face, kind of angry that he caught me staring, or that I was staring at all.
“You know her?” I asked him.
