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Pride began to bloom inside my chest. “Do you think I got it from him? How to read people?”
“Kinda cool, ain’t it?”
After a moment, I whispered a painful truth, “I wish I got to meet him.”
Bors sounded sad for me. “Me too, babe. Me too.”
—about people.
I tried to tell Legend that I had heard he was the biggest and the baddest, but he only sneered. “Listen up, little girl, my ego is straight. It doesn’t need any strokes from you. Now, truth, or die the second I get you outside.”
It was my turn to read someone. And what I saw was a man who didn’t kill women.
Me telling him so seemed to shock him momentarily, but he quickly recovered, and replied, “I’ve also never met a woman dumb enough to have concealed weapons around my son.” When I didn’t say anything because he had a valid point, he growled, “Truth. Now.”
Not wanting to die, I told him the truth. That my little sister had been kidnapped, right in front of me years ago, and I’ve been searching for her since I was old enough to. That I had followed trails, used my body to find more, and I had heard this club steals kids.
The flash of disgust and depth of pain in his expression and exposed spirit instantly told me I had been wrong. So very wrong.
At yet another dead end, I felt my heart crumble. These men didn’t have Maeve. I was running out of options and any hope to find my sweet little sister.
She was lost.
I had failed my family.
I had failed my vow of finding her.
With a lack of food, hydration, and sleep, and my immense sorrow drowning me, a blackness closed in and… I fainted.
Miracles…
It seems the Lord was watching over me, after all.
Stallions could’ve chosen to kill me, but they didn’t. Instead, I woke in a bed with an IV in my arm. There was a large black man sitting in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. It was Lu, Legend’s VP. He was staring at me with such intensity I knew many thoughts were bouncing around inside his head.
In my head was the overpowering scent of man, from the sheets I was in, making me instantly long for home—the MC I miss so dearly it brings me physical pain.
Observing the sheets, I gasped when I spotted my newer journal on the blanket. It had been hidden in my car. Which meant they had gone through it to learn more about me. All they would find was how I didn’t own much, but the blanket and pillow in the back seat would tell them where I had been living.
I felt… violated, them poking around in my business.
And my journal?
Careful to not rip the IV from my arm, I grabbed the book and held it to my chest, glaring at Lu.
He admitted, ”Yeah, Prez read some of it.”
I was angry when I told him Legend had no right to invade my privacy, even though I had invaded his clubhouse, and I knew these kinds of men didn’t play by the rules of normal society.
Lu had no apology. Only truth. “It’s why you’re alive.” He leaned his elbows to his knees, hands adjoined. “Who burnt your first journal?”
I didn’t answer.
He exhaled in such a way I knew he wouldn’t push for answers. If my journal had been read, he would understand how stubborn and strong I am. Maybe that’s why he gently told me, “Your living conditions, your story, your written words, touched my Prez. He has a daughter.” Lu pointed to a frame on a wooden dresser. The picture was of a little girl with long black hair and huge gray eyes. “If anything happened to her, he’d lose his mind.”
I had to fight inhaling deep regret. My Da has now lost two daughters. One against her will. One willingly.
Lu told me, “You should let your dad know where you are.”
