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I look at the camera on the wall, all of them scrambling trying to get a weapon or break through the door.

Fucking idiots.

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Darren

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Walker gets home late; Summer is asleep on the couch. He doesn’t come home alone though; Tristan is with him.

“Tristan is going to stay with Summer. I need to take you somewhere,” Walker tells me quietly so he doesn’t wake Summer. He tells me this, but his eyes never leave her.

I gently slide her head from my lap to the couch covering her with a blanket. Tristan sits down on the couch, his eyes to the TV.

I don’t want to fucking leave her especially with her asleep. I trust Tristan to protect her though.

Walker doesn’t speak for a few minutes on the drive to wherever we are going. “Walker, are you okay?” I ask, starting to think something is seriously fucking wrong.

He looks at me. “I just got back from Michigan.”

I feel like I’m going to fucking pass out. “You’ve been fucking where?” I ask, fucking shocked.

He pulls to the side of the road, looking at me. “I care about you; not like how I care for Summer, but we have a fucking bond I can’t explain. Hearing what those fuckers did, I couldn’t let that shit pass. So, I went to fucking Michigan, picked them up outside of the prison and brought them back. They are yours to do as you fucking please.”

I’m floored at his words; I did not expect this shit. “I care about you too brother, this is the best fucking gift you could have given me. Let’s go play, shall we?”

He laughs. “Fuck yeah.”

“When we were cleaning out Summer’s room, I found a vibrator in her drawer. She almost fucking died from embarrassment. She literally took off running and screaming.”

Walker bursts out laughing. “Fuck she is the cutest thing, she looks like a naughty vixen, but her heart is so sweet and pure.”

My heart warms at the thought of her beautiful smile, the way she took care of me last night, the way she fell apart underneath our hands and mouths.

She is perfection.

When we pull up in front of the clubhouse there are only a few bikes there. Walker leads me down to the basement, showing a TV on the wall outside of the door. The guys are lying on the floor.

Dante looks at the camera and I lose my fucking breath. I feel like I’m ten years old again pleading for them to not hurt my mom for trying to protect me.

The way she begged me to look away, pleaded for them to let me look away but they held my eyes open, forcing me.

Walker turns me away from the camera. “Darren, you don’t have to do this.”

I feel like such a pussy right now, the way they are affecting me. “I want to do this.”

Walker studies me for a moment and unlocks the door pushing it open and they scramble to their feet.

Their eyes on me.

“Why the fuck do you look so familiar?” Dante asks me, pointing.

“I was ten years old the last time you saw me, Dante,” I spit out his name in disgust, their eyes showing their fear as they realize who I am.

“Sit down in those fucking chairs now.” I point to the chairs.

“Fucking make me, bitch,” Dante screams at me pretending to be tough, raising his fists like he is going to fight me.

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