Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

you want." I didn't want to go through the third degree from some prospect or whoever the fuck this was.

"Hold up." He says and I hear him moving around.

I walk over to my bike while I wait for Chains or whomever they went to get to answer the phone. When a voice I don't recognize as Chains answers the phone, I feel myself getting more annoyed.

"Who's this?" The man asks.

"I just told your other man who the fuck I am, I don't have time for bullshit. Who the fuck are you and are either Lyrica or Simone there?"

"Motherfucker, Lyrica is my ol' Lady so if I want to know who the fuck you are then I'm going to ask. No one fucking gets to her without going through me. Either you’re with that shit or you can fuck off."

I bite the inside of my cheek. He’s right. I wouldn't let just anyone demand to talk to Keeley without going through me first. I can respect that shit. "You got it. I'm Wire. I roll with the Wings of Diablo up on the east coast, but I'm not here on club business. Who are you?"

"Wire, fuck, yeah man. It's Fuse."

Fuse is the tech man for Inferno's Clutch. We've come to him for information a few times before.

"Hey man, sorry for all that shit before. I’ve been through the ringer recently. Look I know this shit is going to sound out-fucking-rageous, but I'm Lyrica and Simone's-"

"Brother. Yeah, we just found out too."

All the air I had rushed out of my mouth. They knew already, I wonder if they were ever going to reach out to me. "I want to see them."

"She can't travel, but you're welcome to come. I know she wants to meet you."

It dawns on me that he is speaking in the singular tense, "Why do you keep saying she? There are two of them are there not?"

"Yeah, it's the two of them. It's complicated. How far are you, this shit needs to be talked about face to face. I'll fill you in on everything when you get here."

"Fine, I'll be there within the hour. Emerald Isle, right?"

"Yeah, I'll let the boys know that you are on the way."

"Alright. I'll see you when I get there."

I hang up the phone for a second time and hop on my bike ready to get back at least one part of my family.

* * *

The clubhouse looks fairly secure, and I can see the line of bikes by the entrance. I make sure to look around my surroundings. The last thing I want is for one of those gators to run up and take a bite out of my ass.

I knock on the door and they open right away. I walk in, but I see Chains, the President of this club standing there. I'm not going to get anywhere if I don't play nice with him.

I walk towards him though I see a woman sitting on Fuse's lap that I would be able to pick out of a line up as my sister without even knowing one thing about her. It's fucking uncanny.

"Wire, what can I help you with?" Chains asks as he steps forward.

"I'm looking for my sister." My words come out gruffer than I intended. I'm relieved to see that he doesn't take offense though. He steps to the side; they all know what the deal is and what I'm doing here.

Fuse lifts the woman up and she seems a bit unsure of what is going on. It seemed like she didn't know who I was or that I was coming to see her today. Fuse puts an arm on her shoulder and leans in to say something to her. Her eyes flick to his and I can see them widen though I don't know what he says to her. When she whips her head back in my direction, I know he's told her about me being her brother.

I make my way to her and put my hand out to shake Fuse's. Respect. It's always about respect.

"Wire, it's good to see you brother."

"Yeah, you too Fuse."

The clubhouse is quiet, but I can feel everyone’s eyes on us. This is unusual to say the least. "You think we can go somewhere and chat for a while." I turn my eyes on the woman I'm finding out now is my sister. "Is that ok with you?"

"Yes. That's fine." Fuse and the woman turn and walk toward a private room. I follow behind them. My eyes are immediately drawn to the elaborate tattoo on her back. Looks like a phoenix and fairy together, not sure what the meaning is, but it's very nicely done. My eyes focus more on the fine details and I can see the raised skin of where scars are. What the fuck gave her those scars? I'd just met this woman, but the fact that I know she is my sister, and someone had the fucking nerve to hurt her lights my blood on fire.

The three of us go into a room. The woman and Fuse sit together and I sit down in a seat by the door.

She seems scared and if I'm fucking honest, I'm just as scared.

"I'm Dillon." I give her my government name.

"I'm Lyrica." She answers quickly.

"Did Fuse tell you anything about me?"

"I know that you're my brother. He just told me that you are in another MC ... Wings of Diablo?" She asks before she looks to Fuse who nods his head.

"Yeah, did you know anything about me before?"

"Nothing. I didn't know my birth parents. My sister and I were adopted."

Adopted. Another piece to the puzzle.

"How was ... I mean, did you have a good life?" I ask not wanting to get too far into her business, but I needed to know.

"I did for the most part. My parents were very good to me."

I sigh, "I'm happy for that."

"What about you? Were you adopted?"

"No, I had the unfortunate experience of living with the