Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

say about the decision to fold Storm back in. He was dealt a shit hand and had made up for the wrong that he did. If Clean says he belongs with us than that is where he belongs.

I tap him on the shoulder, "Storm, I need to lay eyes on your woman for a second."

He turns and at first I think he is going to say something about my request. Instead, he just nods and takes a step back.

The woman that they call Duo is a beautiful warm brown color and has a lot of curly light brown hair, but what I was looking for was the telltale sign of the Juric family. Sure enough, even though she has two different colored eyes, one was that unique bright gold color, but the other was a light blue. This was for sure a relative of Keeley. I've never seen anyone with these colors of eyes. Fuck I've never even seen any one with contacts this color.

"You're a Juric?"

She smiles and grabs my hand, "Come, let's go talk." She leans over and kisses Storm. Before she leads me away towards one of the back rooms.

Once we get behind one of the doors, she sits and waits for me to talk. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, how did I not know about you?'

"Maybe you did. Orza?"

Fuck, I roll my eyes, I do remember Keeley talking about her. "You're right I did know. I know this might go against everything that you want to do, but can you tell me where Keeley is?"

She shakes her head and looks away. "I wish I could. I know that you're suffering, even I can see that from here. I have no idea where she is."

"Do you think you could find anyone who would tell you where she is?"

"No, you know that's not how our family works. If she wants to be hidden than that is what will happen. There is nothing that any of us can do about that."

"Fuck don't I know it." I lean against the door and look at my feet. I would just have to work harder on getting Keeley to tell me where she is.

"You know that what happened here at the clubhouse isn't your fault, right?"

My eyes pop back up to hers.

"What? How would you know? You weren't here. Thank fuck for that, but you can ask any of the wives that were here before and all of them will tell you what I let happen."

"I have already talked to all of them and none of them blame you. Some of them still blame themselves, some blame dead men, hell some even blame the fucking captain of the boat, but no one, not a single one of them blames you."

My mouth opens and I snap it shut before I could open it again, looks like I'm going to have to give her the same answer that I gave Clean.

"My wife blames me."

She has the nerve to laugh, "I doubt that. Strongly."

"She told me that she did."

"Is that what she said? That she blamed you for that man holding her down and taking a part of her away?"

"Not word for word, but ..."

Duo cuts me off before I can finish, "Than that isn't what she is blaming you for. You didn't do that to her. She may blame you for after … for shutting down, for not fixing the problem, or for not fighting harder for her, there are a slew of things that she could be blaming you for, but what happened to her isn’t it."

I have nothing to say to that. I hope it's true. I hope that Keeley can look at me and know I would never let something like that happen to her if I could help it. I want her to trust me like she did before. I miss my wife.

"Come on, let's go back to the party. I'm sorry that I can't be of more help to you."

"It's ok. I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. Giving me some perspective." I put my hand out for her to shake. She scoffs and pulls me into a hug.

"We're family Wire. She loves you. You have to fight for her." She pulls back looking into my eyes.

"With every fucking breath I have I will fight for her."

"Good, then it won't be long."

We walk out the door, but instead of me going back to the party I decide to go out back. I'm not really in a partying mood right now. I trudge my way up to the tree in the back of the compound. Under it, markers that show where our family is buried. I sit right by Alex's marker. My mentor, the man that I’d looked to for everything. Even when he went off the deep end, I still went to him for everything. Now he's gone and I feel like I can't keep my head above water.

"Why didn't you warn me about this shit? You knew what would happen. There is no way that you couldn't know what was going to happen? It feels like anyone who wears that president’s patch ends up losing it all. I feel like such a fucking failure. What do I do? How can I come back to them? I don't deserve their loyalty. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so fucked up. I need you. I don't know how to fix this." I fight against the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

There was a movement to the side of me and in an instant, I had my gun out and pointed at whoever was trying to sneak up on me.

"Pope, man what the fuck! I could have shot you right in the fucking head." I put the gun right back where I had it.

"My bad Wire I didn't mean to disturb you, but it seemed like you were having a moment."

"Yeah, it was a private moment. What the fuck are you doing out here?"

"Oh, you know