I sighed as I stared at the creased picture in my hand. It was the only picture I have of my dad. I never knew him. My mom ran away from him when she found out she was pregnant. I really wish she stayed.

She was abusive, in more ways than one. She'd leave me without food for days while she ate everything she wanted. She would make me wait on her as if I was her personal maid. She was always on drugs or drinking, sometimes both.

I stared at the picture hoping my dad would save me.

Suddenly I heard the sound of an SUV pull up. A large tattooed man stepped out of the driver seat. At first it was unclear who it was, than I looked at the photo. It was my dad!

"Who are you, little girl?" He asked. He snarled down at me as I stayed put, frozen on his doorstep.

"I- Uh..." I stuttered as I tried to find my words. Instead I shoved the picture at him.

He looked down at it curiously before turning it around. It had his name and the exact date it was taken.

"Where did you get this?" He growled.

"M- my mother." I looked down.

"And who might that be?" He asked. I could tell he was irritated.

"H- her name is Jolie." I said. I didn't dare look at him in the eye. I was afraid he would try and hit me for disrupting him.

"Look at me." He asked. I bit my lip nervously and slowly lifted my head. He squinted his eyes at me before sighing. "You're my daughter alright. Come on in." He gestured towards the front door. He unlocked it and let me in.

"Y- you believe me?" I asked surprised.

"You have the same eyes and facial structure as me. What's your name?" He asked as I followed him inside to an extravagant foyer. I didn't realize how big this house was.

"E- Emily."

"It's nine o'clock, you should get rest. Tomorrow I'll take you to the club, you'll meet your brothers." He said.

"Club?" I asked nervously.

"Oh right. I run a mafia and a bike club. If you don't want to be here anymore I understand, but nothing will happen to you, I promise." He said standing in front of me. He was so much taller than me. I am only 5' 1 and it is very obvious.

I had to admit I was a little scared, but At least it didn't smell like sex and smoke.

"W- what is your name?" I asked him.

"Logan, but just call me dad." He smiled warmly placing his hand on my shoulder. It was warm and comforting. I've never had a real parental figure and I hoped he could make up for it.

"Ok... dad." I smiled back.

"Alright, you can take a guest room." He said. "I'll show you." He lead me up a large stair case off to the right of the foyer. We went through a long hallway before stopping at a white door. "Here you go." He opened the door and I stepped in.

"Thank you." I nodded before closing it and admiring the room.

I set my one bag on a chair and changed into pajama shorts and a t-shirt. I laid down on the beautiful bed and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

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I woke up to loud knocking on my door. "Emily? We are going to the club today." My dad said.

"O- ok I'll be there in a second." I said. I heard his footsteps fade and I quickly changed into random clothes I had shoved in my bag. After I was done I went to find my dad.

"There you are. Here, this is for the road." He handed me a blueberry muffin.

"Thank you." I smiled gratefully. He nodded. I lead me outside to his big SUV he pulled up in yesterday.

"When we get to the club there will be very large tattooed men. They won't hurt you, but just to warn you." My dad said as we got into the car.

"Ok." I nodded.

The ride to the club was silent. I stared out the window at the passing houses. Each one was beautiful.

When we got to the club I shrunk back in my seat. There were rows of bikes and SUV just like my dads.

"I promise your safe here." He said rubbing my arm. I nodded and slowly got out of the car. My dad came around the car and held my shoulder as he guided me into the front doors.

As soon as the doors were open all eyes were on us, or me.

"This is my daughter, Emily. No one is allowed anywhere near her. Boys." Dad snapped his fingers and two extremely large men stepped out from the bar. "This is your sister." He said. Both boys stared at me in awe. They smiled at each other like a kid on christmas and engulfed me in a hug. I accepted the hug. It was warm and I enjoyed it. "Ok give her room to breathe." Dad said. Both boy stepped back and smiled. "Emily, this is Zane and Darius." He pointed to each boy.

Zane had dark hair that was placed perfectly. His eyes were bright blue like mine. Tattoos covered his arms and neck.

Darius had long hair the same color as Zane's. He had it tied up in a bun. He also had a beard that wasn't very long but complemented his face. His eyes were dark. He was also covered in tattoos.

"Now we get a baby sister to spoil!" Zane pumped his fist.

"Where's Lucian?" My dad asked. He looked around the club searching for 'Lucian'.

"Where he always his." Darius pointed to a table in the back. A man sat there with his eyes fixed on me.

His jaw was sharp. His eyes dark and cold. His hair was slicked back and he looked gorgeous. He never took his eyes off me even when my dad stared yelling for him. He finally snapped out of it when Darius slapped him upside the head. He glared at him with a cold stare.

"Boss man wants you in his office, now." Darius said. Lucian got up and glanced at me once before going down a hall to the back.

"Dad said to take you to the lounge." Zane said. He put his hand on my lower back and guided me to the top floor. He sat me on a long couch that was surprisingly comfortable.

"Have you thought of running yet?" Darius asked me. I shook my head.

"I like it here." I said. They smiled.

"I'm glad!" Zane said.

"W- what are Lucian and dad talking about?" I asked my brothers. They looked at each other nervously.

"Well Lucian is the prez of the MC, the wolves. We call him Alpha. So they could be talking about anything." Zane said.

"I thought dad ran the club?" I asked.

"He can't run a Mafia and club so he gave it to Lucian. He does a good job for the most part." Zane said.

"Yeah sometimes he can get angry." Darius shivered.

"Angry?" I asked.

"I'm sure you'll find out." Zane sighed. "Want something to drink?" Zane asked. I nodded. He went to the small bar and got me water.

"Why don't you two run the club?" I asked Darius.

"We weren't even eighteen when dad took over this club. Lucian was his go to man so he established him as prez. But we agreed with the decision." He explained.

Zane came back and handed me my water. I drank it as I watched the men downstairs drinking and laughing.

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Logan Hearst

47

Zane Hearst

25

Darius Hearst

25

Lucian Villin

29