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I look between them, but my dad keeps his focus on me. “Vegas, why?”

He shakes his head, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. “What club?”

I think back, trying to remember what it said on their leather cuts. “It was something souls, I believe. Why?”

My mother drops a glass, and it shatters all over the floor. Just as quickly, my father is wrapping his arms around her. What the hell?

“Someone wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing, sweetie. My hands were soapy,” my mom says, pulling away from my dad.

They both stare at each other with small smiles. Not smiles of sadness or even love. They are smiles of understanding.

“What the hell is going on?”

My dad kisses my mom before glancing at me. “We had a friend, a long time ago, who got mixed up with a club like that. It was a bad time and memories we don’t like to think about.”

I look between them and cross my arms. “You guys were involved with a motorcycle club?”

My dad laughs, shaking his head. “No, a friend was. We were just the ones she confided in.”

“So, what happened to her?” I ask.

“She ran and found a better life,” my dad says.

I don’t know anything about clubs like that. I have no idea what they get mixed up in. The guys I met seemed hard, but I saw the love when Kace looked at Ivy. I’m sure, like any guy, it doesn’t matter if they are part of a club or a rich billionaire. He can be an asshole. I know I’ve personally experienced the latter.

“It’s a good thing your friend is gone. Stay away from her and those guys. They bring nothing but trouble to your door,” my mom says.

“I have no interest in those guys, but I’m not going to stop talking to Ivy. You just said you were the confidant for your friend. I’ll be the same for her,” I say, raising an eyebrow.

My dad wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head. “You’re right. You be there for your friend and as always, if you need anything from me, just ask.”

I don’t know what the hell that was all about, but it doesn’t really matter. Ivy is my friend, and I’ll always be here for her.

What my parents don’t know can’t hurt them.

1

Present Day

Finn

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Mia says, pacing my small living room.

Riley, a Shattered Souls club member, had gotten himself in some fucked up shit. Promising his soul to the feds when that soul isn’t his to give away. Doing it all behind the club’s back just added fuel to the fire. If it wasn’t for Mia’s stepfather, we’d all be fucked.

The problem is she just found out that the man who raised her is not her real father. Porter, another Shattered Souls member, is her father.

Finding out has to be difficult. Finding out the man who raised you isn’t your real father because your real father yells it in front of everyone is something else completely.

“Sweetheart,” I say, reaching for her.

She backs away, shaking her head. “Don’t call me that. I hate that nickname.”

I blow out a breath running my hands through my hair. She’s processing shit, I get that. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s take care of a woman.

My mother is a drug addict who didn’t give two shits about me. She was constantly bringing home men, sleeping with them for some free cocaine. I was eight years old the first time I had to save her life. The guy she brought home wanted payment for the amount of coke she had up her nose. Sex wasn’t enough to flip that bill. There was no one else there but me, and I grabbed a knife out of the drawer and stabbed him in the arm. The fear that wrapped around me was like nothing I’d felt before, but I somehow managed to run to the trailer next door to get help. The guy tried chasing me, but I was smaller and faster. Not to mention I wasn’t high.

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