Page 112 of Blade

Blade

“I will tell you everything if you just give me a chance,” I pleaded.

“Baby girl, I want you to tell me what this fucker did to hurt you so much?” Declan asked.

Looking over at me, she said, “He died.”

Declan looked back at me. “What the fuck is she talking about?”

I stood from my seat. Taking Becca’s hand in mine, I lifted her up as well.

“Let’s go somewhere private, and I will tell you everything.”

Dec stepped in front of me, stopping us from leaving.

“Why don’t you just share with us all? That way, nothing gets lost in translation when she tells me later,” he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Becca looked up at me. “Is there anything we can’t share?”

“It’s not that. This is going to be hard for both of us. We don’t need an audience,” I told her, compelling her with my eyes, hoping she understood.

Nodding, she turned to her father.

“Dad,” she said hesitantly. “I’m so happy we found each other, and I want us to get to know each other and have the relationship that was kept from us.”

She looked back at me, and I nodded.

“I need to do this alone. I will tell you everything later, I promise. You won’t be able to get to know me without knowing this, so you don’t have to think I’d keep it from you.”

“Baby girl, I need to know if I’m going to bury him in the ground or just beat his ass.”

She giggled and leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“I will let you know what I decide after I hear what he has to say.”

Dec smiled at her and then turned and glared at me.

“Don’t forget, we have that meeting with Matlock in the morning to go over the will,” King reminded us.

“I know. After what I learned today, I need to know everything before I see my mother again. Oh my God, how is this my life?” Becca said, shaking her head and looking at Rachel.

“Girl, please, you have always been dramatic.” Rachel waved her hand in the air, then laughed. “How can your life be anything else? If you need me, call me. I’m gonna go find my man.”

Rachel got up and left the room. Before we could make our escape, King stopped us.

“Tell her everything.” His eyes bored into mine. “She doesn’t need to be protected from her anymore. Not after this.”

I nodded, and he looked down at my girl. “I knew you were special the first day I met you.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Thanks, Uncle King.” Becca laughed, and King groaned as we walked through the clubhouse and out the door.

“Do you want to go to the house, or take the bike up to the mountain?” I asked her.

Becca looked across the street at her home. It was her home now. I could only hope that after I told her everything, she would want to stay and make a home with me and the club.

“Let’s take the bike. There are too many emotions surrounding the house right now.”

I placed the helmet on her head and climbed on my bike. Holding out my hand, she grasped it, climbing on behind me.

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