In those quiet moments, I resolved to be patient, to be a steady presence in her life, no matter how long it took. Because sometimes, love meant standing by someone’s side in silence, holding space for them until they were ready to speak. And so, I sat and watched over her, hoping that one day, my unwavering support would be enough to break through the barriers that kept her pain locked away.
From the moment I realized she lived, I made her a vow that nothing or no one would ever hurt her again, and so far, I had kept my promise. It was an oath forged in the crucible of desperation and fear, but also one tempered by love and unwavering resolve.
My life was anything but peaceful as a storm silently brewed on the horizon, and when it broke, I feared my past would whisk her away. For years, I stayed hidden in the shadows. Unknowingly becoming the man she would someday need me to be. When the truth of my existence became known, I knew they would use her to get to me.
Throughout my life, I never allowed myself to get attached, refusing to allow my past to destroy another life. But like most things in life, fate had other plans, and when I learned she survived, I felt an irrevocable shift in the course of my destiny.
She was mine.
Mine to protect.
She came into my life like a whisper in the wind, a fragile creature who had faced more hardships than anyone her age should ever endure. Her eyes, wide and innocent, held a story of resilience and strength that belied her tender years. In that moment, I knew my purpose had changed. My life was no longer about my own pursuits and ambitions.
My life was now irrevocably intertwined with hers, and in that moment, I made a vow, not just a promise, a solemn declaration that resonated deep within my soul. I swore to be her champion, her protector, and her shield against the harsh realities of the world. The words came naturally, as if they had been etched into my very being long before I ever spoke them out loud.
From that day forward, my every action was guided by my unbreakable commitment. I became more vigilant, more aware of the dangers that lurked around every corner. I scrutinized every situation, assessed every risk, and calculated every move with the precision of a seasoned strategist. My sole objective was her safety and well-being.
My new path would not be an easy one. There were moments of doubt, of fear, and of overwhelming responsibility. The weight of my promise sometimes felt like an unyielding burden, pressing down on my shoulders with relentless force. But each time I looked into her eyes and saw her trust reflected back at me, my resolve strengthened.
Sitting here, I never took my eyes off her, when I felt my phone vibrate. Reaching for it, I read the incoming text as a burning fire I tried so desperately to contain threatened to consume me, its searing heat made me sweat as my fist balled tightly.
FIRE ACTIVATED.Head to Miami, Florida. More to follow.
A feral grin stretched across my face, a slow, animalistic smile that mirrored the fire within me. The fire I had been desperately trying to suppress, finally consumed me in its burning fury. With a purposeful movement, I stood and walked over to where she lay sleeping. Leaning over her, I gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “Gotta go kill some monsters, baby.”
Taking one last look at her, I turned and headed for the door as the gates of Hell burst open with a deafening roar, unleashing a fiery inferno that would consume everyone in its wake. May God have mercy on everyone’s soul.
December 16, 2024
Montana
Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse, New York.
“He couldn’t just disappear into thin fucking air!” Ace shouted while he paced the room full of men and women, who all sat around trying to figure out what the hell the kid was up to. It had been three motherfucking days since the kid disappeared.
And no one knew shit.
As for me, well, I was another story, because I barely uttered a fucking word. I mean absolutely fucking nothing. I might as well have stuck my thumb up my ass for all the help I was giving at the moment, and not one of my fucking so-called brothers thought to ask if I was okay.
Fucking bastards.
Okay, I got it. Right now wasn’t technically about me. We needed to find Sypher, but holy fuck, I needed a fucking minute first. I was in some kind of fucking shock or something. Wasn’t every damn day I learned not only did I have a fucking daughter, but I was a grandpa as well.
A grandpa!
Me, at my age!
Yeah. Mind blown!
But hey, at least I didn’t fucking kill the messenger, and I was keeping a tight rein on my temper. So that had to count for something… right?
The second Reaper spilled the proverbial beans about Bella, I think my mind went into shutdown or something, because everything the annoying fuck said afterward was a fucking blur. I barely remembered the flight home and I sure as hell didn’t remember how the fuck we got to the clubhouse. What I did clearly remember was the asshole saying that my fucking cousin Josh knew and had been babysitting my daughter for the last several years.
Glaring at the motherfucker as he stood near the bar next to Fury, arms crossed over his chest while he looked everywhere but at me. My soon-to-be-dead cousin hadn’t offered a single word.
Not one fucking syllable. Which in itself spoke volumes because the son of a bitch always had something to say, particularly where I was concerned.
Fucker never shut up.
