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

a way for me to get in contact with her, I needed it. My heart was already beginning to race at the thought of me being able to hear her voice. I hadn't talked to either one of them in so long. Oh fuck I miss them so much. "Look I don't want you to call her and spook her off. Maybe you should wait until I can pinpoint a location before you call. You know how the Juric family is bro, they will move her in an instant if she asks them to."

The words that are coming out of his mouth don't make any fucking sense to me, "Are you telling me that after waiting all these fucking months to find some way to get in contact with her that I should wait some more so I don't scare her off? Are you out of your fucking mind Brendan? Give me the fucking number before I break every goddamn bone in your face." I snarl at him and hope he knows that I'm serious. I love them all like family, but if they keep me from my wife and kid, they could kick rocks.

"Alright man. Let me get it from inside." Brendan stands up, I follow right behind him as he walks into the clubhouse and then into his room.

He pulls out a small sheet of paper from one of the folders with a bunch of phone numbers printed on it. There is one that is highlighted.

Keeley's number.

"Thank you so much brother. You have no idea how much this means to me." I hold the sheet of paper in my hand like it’s a bar of fucking gold. I have been waiting so long to get something on her. Anything.

"I know it. I hope it turns out how you want. I'll keep working on finding out where she is, and I'll get that to you as soon as I can."

"Thanks." I instantly put the number in my phone and am about to call when Brendan stops me.

"Maybe you want to do this somewhere a little quieter? More private?" Just as the words come out of his mouth loud laughter echoes from outside. He's right I want Keeley to know that she has my undivided attention.

"Yeah, you guys got an empty room where I can crash for the night?"

"Sure, come on." Brendan walks over to one of the empty rooms. There is a bed and a small table, nothing crazy but it was enough for me to get comfortable.

"I'll let the rest of them know not to bother you for the night." Brendan nods his head once and closes the door as he walks out. I was alone with a number that should put me in contact with my wife. I have ripped the skin off my enemies, had guns pressed against my head, and even been on death’s door more times than I could count. Despite that I have never been as scared as I am right now. She could just hang up and refuse to talk to me, but I had to hope that she still had even a little bit of love for me.

"Fuck this." I plop down on the bed and swipe the screen so that I can input the numbers. When I swipe the call icon, I can feel my hands shaking with nervousness.

After three rings the line picks up and I hold my breath waiting to hear anything on the other end.

"Mmm, hello?"

Joy fucking rips through my body. It was her. It was my woman. She was tired, I must have woken her up. I would remember that sleepy voice until the day I died.

"Princess." I grunt out. She was my princess and I’d let her get away. I feel my throat tightening up as the emotions that I've been trying so hard to stuff down rush to the top.

When she doesn't say another word, I stay quiet just to make sure she hasn't hung up.

"Dill ... Dillon?" Her voice is shaky.

"Yeah, it's me." I reply.

A deep exhale rushes through the line and I hear things ruffling. This wasn't the call that she was expecting.

"How did you get this number?"

"What does it matter? I have it. Are you telling me that I shouldn't have called my wife and child?" The joy that I was once feeling slowly starts to turn to anger. She had left me. She was my everything and she just took my kid and left. Now that I finally have been able to reach her it's like she never thought I would.

"No, you can call if you want. What do you want?"

I scoff at the phone, "What do you mean what do I want? I want my family."

"You sure? Or do you want fame? Maybe you want to take over another club? Got some more women to sell off into slavery?" The sarcasm drips off each one of her words. I guess nothing has changed. She is just as upset as she was before. She blamed me for being so blinded by ambition that I didn't see what the hell was going on around me. That I couldn't tell the same people I was doing all these good works with are the same people who were destroying everything that I stood for. She had tried to warn me, but I didn't listen. I didn't listen to anyone.

"Keeley, stop the shit. You know it's not like that. I made a mistake. I didn't know."

"No!" She screams at me through the phone, "You didn't want to know. It was all right there for you to see. You didn't want to know Dillon." Her breath is coming fast, but I can tell by the slight hitches that she's more than upset. She's crying.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you." What the fuck am I doing? I still have nothing that I can offer her. She was right to leave me. How the hell can I be trusted to keep her safe when I can't