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

bitch of a mother who gave birth to us." I look over to where Fuse is, "What about Simone? Is she here?"

Lyrica sniffles once and her head drops.

"No, Simone isn't well. She's at an institution in Alabama." Fuse answers for her.

I nearly rocket out of the chair. "Institution, what the fuck? Why the fuck is she there?"

"Easy Wire, trust me it's the best place for her. She needs the help." Fuse tries to calm me down. I've learned my lesson with trusting people and would be looking into that myself.

"I had thought that she was dead for a long time. I'm just getting her back too. Seems like my family is just exploding overnight." Lyrica smiles slightly.

"Yeah, I get that. It's been a shock for me as well." I take a chance and walk over to where she is to sit next to her. Her eyes are like might just a bit softer. Expressive. "I know this is a lot and I don't want to fucking overwhelm you. Shit, I'm overwhelmed myself, but I would like to get to know you. I mean, I've only had my club for so long. It's nice to know that I have more family."

She grabs my hand and smiles at me. "I'd like that, Dillon. I really would."

For the next hour or so Lyrica and Fuse fill me in on everything that had happened to her. How she was taken by white supremacists, and how Fuse and the club here had already taken care of that problem. They told me all about her parents and how good her life was. How they were distraught when they were told that Simone was dead after a car crash. They told me how Simone had been abused and traumatized for most of her life which is why she needs to be at the institution. I told her about my life and the wings. I told her about Keeley and Lily, and how much I missed them. I told her about Prime and how my mother had lied to him. I even gave her his number in case she ever wanted to talk to him. After the entire conversation I felt much lighter. Happy that my sister found good people to be with and a good man to love. I also finally had a clear plan on what I wanted to do. I would find the man who stole my other sister from a good home, and I was going to kill him. Just thinking about it made me fucking giddy. I’d spent so long with no clear focus besides getting Keeley back. Now knowing that soon I was going to be ripping the innards out of the person who caused my sister all this pain is enough to make me feel like I’m walking on cloud nine even if it’s for a short while.

Dillon

I reached back out to Brendan for yet another favor. Turns out it was much easier to find out who was on duty at a hospital at a given time when you had connections in the FBI, nothing like a subpoena to get the hospital administration to find the information that we needed. Turns out the man that had told Lyrica's parents that her sister was killed is actually a doctor. He went by the name Dr. Strand at the time. The problem is we didn't know for sure where he was after he left that hospital, there was no further information about the man once he left there.

"I'm sorry brother. I can run him through the database, but if he's kept his nose clean there might not be anything that comes up." Brendan tells me through the phone.

"It's ok. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, I'll send that through. What is that going to do?"

I have a hunch about a few people who might have some information. I'm a firm believer of the saying birds of a feather flock together. I knew a couple of bad people who might know where the good doctor is. "You sure you want to know?"

"You know what never mind." Brendan chuckled before he hangs up the phone.

After my time with Lyrica and the boys of Inferno's Clutch is over, I hold up in a hotel just waiting for my next move. Waiting for Keeley to give in and tell me where she was. Every time Brendan had tried to do a trace or anything like that it only showed that she was out of the country. I waited for Brendan to call and give me information about the bastards who had hurt my sister. I had nothing but time on my hands. Time for me to think about what everyone has been trying to tell me.

Fuck everyone else ... Fuck Rooster and how he played me. Fuck Ripper. Fuck my mother. I have always known what to do. My decisions may not always be the best, but I make them, and I follow the fuck through. If I fail it will be because of me and only me. I won't hold myself back any more concerned about who I might offend or what order shit needs to be done in. It's time for me to go back to a simpler time, when someone wronged me, I'd take a blow torch to their face. Someone hurt my woman, then I chopped them up into little pieces and fed them to pigs. Someone went against my club, I figured out who did it and put a bullet in their skull. Enough with the politics and the guilt.

I’d made a decision to trust Rooster and he fucked me over. He had killed Prez and hurt our women. I can't dwell any longer on how fucking stupid I was for letting it happen. Now that it's happened, I need to take action. Just like the old days, I'm going to find Rooster and he is going to pay for a long time.

Until then I