Biker's Virgin

Right on cue, Red threw the bloody jacket we had in our possession on the floor between the two groups of men.

“Those are your colors, am I right?” I asked.

Godwin eyed the jacket with distaste. “They are my colors.”

“Then I would say that’s proof enough,” I said. “A bunch of your men attacked my home.”

“You could have killed one of my guys anywhere. How am I supposed to believe that they attacked you?”

“Because you ordered the attack.”

Godwin narrowed his eyes. “We have a truce.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“I would never break a truce without reason.”

“Maybe you thought you had one.”

Godwin leaned back in his chair. He was graying all over now… even his beard had hints of silver-gray hidden amongst the brown. I wondered for a split second if he ever thought about the overlap that occurred between my mother’s departure and my birth. Did he wonder about it too? Did he even care? I decided that I didn’t. This man was not my father, nor would he ever be.

I had hated him for the longest time. I had actually stayed up nights thinking about all the ways I could get

my revenge. But now that I was standing in front of him… something had changed. Or maybe it had changed a long time ago, and I just hadn’t noticed. My need for revenge felt… hollow. I understood that killing Godwin wouldn’t make any difference to me now. My father would still be dead, and my life would still be… lonely.

Lonely? I had never thought of myself as lonely before. The thought caught me by surprise, and for a second, I spiraled before landing back on Mila. I knew I wasn’t thinking very clearly; my emotions were heightened, and I had a newfound sense of urgency.

“I don’t have any fucking reason to break this truce,” Godwin shot back at me. “I didn’t order a hit on your men. What would it serve me to kill one of your own?”

He seemed disgruntled about something, and I started to realize that maybe I hadn’t been completely right in my assumption of the situation. First, Godwin had said he hadn’t ordered a hit on my men. He hadn’t referenced a woman at all at this point. The thing he said that caught my attention was he mentioned a kill attempt. He had said nothing about abduction, which was actually the case.

Was it possible that Godwin had nothing to do with Mila or Walter Black or any of this? We had proof that the Knights were involved in this. All the men that had stormed the clubhouse had been wearing their colors. So either Godwin was pulling off some master plan, or there was a break in his club somewhere.

“Who is Walter Black?” I asked.

“I don’t know a Walter Black,” Godwin replied impatiently.

He looked back at his men questioningly, and he was met with equal confusion. No one had heard the name before, which meant it was definitely an alias.

“What about Ghost?” Devon asked, stepping forward. “Any of you heard of him?”

That ignited a reaction, and I knew we were getting closer. Obviously, that was a name they recognized, including Godwin. He looked a little tired, and he sipped his beer like he was trying to avoid answering the question.

“Who is he?” I asked.

“He’s my second,” Godwin replied at last.

I nodded. “He’s the new second.”

“Yes.”

“Are you saying he ordered this?”

Godwin took another swig of his beer. “Ghost… has a mind of his own most of the time. I should never have made him my second. He tends to have an impulsive streak.”

“He’s taken my sister.”

“I’ve been hearing noise about this woman for the past few weeks now,” Godwin said tiredly. “Is that who she is?”