Page 26 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

She waited anxiously for my answer. Her hands were in her lap as she sat with her legs crossed. I glanced down at her exposed thighs and had to look away before my dick woke up.

I focused on the wall ahead of me and told her a couple of things.

“I love my mother and my brother, and my real name is Dion. As far as the way I am, I lost someone really close to me.”

With that, I got up and left the room. I didn’t give her a chance to process anything I said. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell her about Darren, but I had to remind myself that I was trying to get her to trust me. I needed to sleep on it before I made that decision.

All night, I thought about what Blade had told me about losing someone close to him. I wondered if it was an old girlfriend or maybe a wife. It could have been about his dad since he hadn’t mentioned him when he told me the only people he loved were his mother and brother. I wondered what happened to the person he lost. Was it a bad breakup, or did they die? He didn’t give me a chance to ask any questions because he left the room so fast.

I also thought about his name being Dion and wondered how he got the name Blade. I wanted to ask him the next time he came into my room but didn’t know if he would answer. It took me forever to settle my mind after he left, but eventually, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with all of it on my mind again. Since I still didn’t have a television to watch, I got up and showered, then put on some clean pajamas. I was starting to run out, so I would ask Dion if he or I could wash them. Hopefully, he would let me because I was tired of sitting in this room.

Once I washed, I sat on the bed and colored again. It helped occupy me, but I was getting tired of that too. I wanted to ride my bike, go back to work, and spend time with my cousin. I just wanted to get back to my normal life.

I sat up straight when I heard the locks turn. I found it odd that heat radiated through my chest when Dion entered my room with a tray of food.

“Good morning, Pepper.”

“Good morning, Dion.”

He paused for a second when I said his real name. Now that I knew it, I wasn’t calling him Blade anymore. Blade seemed so dangerous and scary; I liked Dion better.

“I figured we could eat breakfast together,” he said as he walked closer to the bed.

I moved the stuff out of the way so he could sit down. He placed the tray on the bed, and my stomach rumbled at the sight and smell of waffles, bacon, and breakfast potatoes. There was a cup of orange and water on the tray as well. I noticed a small flower in the corner and smiled.

“Thank you.” I pulled the tray closer to me. “The flower is cute.”

“You’re welcome.” He didn’t respond to my flower comment, but that was okay. He acted like he was this big, bad guy, but I guess he had a little sweetness to him.

For a few minutes, we ate in silence. The questions I wanted to ask sat on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t say anything.

When the silence became too much, I decided to ask a simple question.

“Why do they call you Blade?”

He chewed the food in his mouth, then turned to face me.

“I’m surprised it took you that long to ask.” He chuckled. “I got the name Blade because it’s my weapon of choice.”

I thought he would say more, but instead, he picked up a piece of bacon. Since that subject seemed to be off-limits, it had gotten quiet again.

When we were finished eating, he put the tray on the dresser, came back to the bed, and sat down.

He scrubbed his hand over his face like he struggled with something. I didn’t want to force him to say anything, so I sat quietly playing with the bottom of my shirt.

“I was born a twin.” His eyes were on the floor. I stayed quiet because I could tell there was more. “Darren was my best friend, and he was killed in a car accident when we were seven.”

I inhaled sharply. “I’m so sorry.”

He looked at me with sad eyes, then focused on the floor again. “That’s not all. The driver of the car was… your father.”

My heart slammed against my chest. It all made sense to me at that moment. He was out for revenge and was using me in the process.

“What? How-how do you know it was my father?”

“Everyone but the police knew it was him. I’m not sure if he was drunk or what, but he never went to jail for it. There was a witness, but your father threatened them not to tell.”

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