Page 3 of Baratta's Darkness

Fiona

I grew up in White Summer Montana but I had big dreams, I was going to see the world. First chance I got I was out of here. Turns out the world isn’t that wonderful without your family at your side. So after a messy relationship ended I decided it was time to come home.

I made a name for myself. People from all around the globe came to me for tattoos. They would come to me in White Summer just like they did in Seattle.

I knew my brother’s club had been having some issues but I was an outsider and always would be, it didn’t bother me. He had his life and I had mine. Just being close gave me the security and comfort I need.

I know that if I ever need them the Timberwolves MC would be here for me. They even loaned me the start-up to help transfer my shop here.

On my first trip home to get the ball rolling, the club was in chaos. They had visitors from out of town. That’s when I saw HIM.

It’s been two years since New Orleans but I’ll never forget the man that rocked my world then disappeared into thin air. After going back to my hotel we spent the night wrapped up in each other. Finally falling asleep in the early hours of dawn. I only slept a couple hours and when I woke up he was gone.

It was a good thing I had packed before going out with the girls. I barely had time to grab my stuff and get to the airport before my flight back to Seattle. I slept the entire way. I daydreamed about him often but never thought I would actually see him again. Especially not here.

He didn’t even try to talk to me. I actually think he went out of his way to avoid me. Then he was gone again, like a ghost. Appearing and disappearing from my life.

Baratta

When Uncle Tony informed me that we were headed back to White Summer Montana to attend the grand opening of the Poison Pen, I felt as if I were punched in the gut.

Very similar to the way I felt when our eyes connected that day several months ago when she came strolling into the Wolfsbane Ridge club house.

Finding out that her brother was the sergeant at arms for the club whose girls had been kidnapped and sold into trafficking by Joey, surprised the hell out of me. And I don’t like fucking surprises!

I tried to make excuses as to why I should stay in New Orleans but none of them worked. Uncle Tony was going to relent but Aunt Morgania got that little shit eating grin on her face right before she told Uncle that she would only feel completely safe if I were there with them.

So here I am at the airport loading our bags into the rental car as Uncle calls to check on our reservations at Wolf’s Ridge which is owned by the club.

“Our cabins are ready for us. After we drop off our luggage you can leave me at the clubhouse. I have a meeting scheduled with Timber. I think your Aunt wants you to take her into town.” Uncle Tony looks over at my Aunt with raised brows.

“Yes please. If it’s not too much trouble for you Baratta. All the girls are at Bella’s Brew.”

“It’s not a problem Aunty.” I say while looking at her through the rearview mirror which makes her smile.

Calling her Aunty in private has always put a smile on her face. No one outside our family knows the truth of who I am. I prefer it that way so that those I love can not be used against me.

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