Annika Miller had a great life. Her father was an upstanding member of the military, and she followed in his footsteps. But when her life was almost claimed by Death to die to the war, her father finally told her truth. She wasn't his daughter.
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If anyone told Annika months before that the man, she had been calling Dad her entire life wasn't actually her father, that she would be reunited with Blade and be talking to her real father; she would have decked them. The truth still hadn't caught up with her despite it being several hours since arriving at the club house of Devil's Dragons.
The night was spent drinking and partying. Well, the club did, Blade, Jaxon and Annika sat there nursing the same drink for hours, just talking. Jaxon wanted to know everything about his daughter, while Blade and Annika told embarrassing stories about each other and Blade's twin Blayze. Annika couldn't wait to be reconnected with the medic; she had missed the brothers.
She bid her father and Blade a good night before crashing out in one of the spare bedrooms in Blade's house. Jaxon had offered a room in the club house but agreed with Blade that until everyone arrived; as there were a few members out on a run, she wouldn't be safe, as she wasn't claimed. Leaving the party Blade and Annika made the trek to the suburban house that the twins shared and were out like a light before their heads even hit their pillows.
Morning came before she was ready, having only slept for an hour or so. An awful sound that had been the centre of many nightmares for Annika reached her sleep dazed ears. Without so much as waking up, she ran out of the house to find a circle not far from Blade's home. The night before, she hadn't realised just how close the house was to the club's complex; but she could see the buildings over the stretch of land that separated them. In the middle was a group of the club, right where the noise was coming from. Acting on auto pilot, Annika weaved and pushed her way through the crowd till she saw just what the commotion was all about.
A woman, barely eighteen sat on the ground, blood streaking down her back and matting into her blonde hair, only to then pool underneath her. A man, who shared the same blonde hair, was being held back by other members; his tear-stained face crunched up in the agony he shared with the woman. An animalistic growl erupted from Annika as she drew out a knife and slammed it into the knee of one of the men holding the crying biker back. There were loud gasps as the injured biker fell to the ground screaming; but that didn't stop her. Grabbing another knife, she held it to the other asshole's throat, snarling at him until he let the blonde man go. Turning around, she caught the whip as it fell with another assault, catching it around her wrist. She hissed at the pain that radiated, burning her arm, before she ripped the whip out of the attacker's hand and threw it, curling it back around his own throat.
Annika didn't pay attention to the fact that Blade and Jaxon were standing there, pale faced and shocked. She spun around snarling at everyone. "IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT YOUR FAMILY?" She watched out of the corner of her eye as Blade walked towards her, his hands stretched out in front of him. But she didn't care, he was a part of this club, a club who thought it was ok to whip their members into submission.
"Who do you think you are, Bitch?" A voice called from behind her. It was the man who Annika had thrown the whip at. His throat was red from where the talons curled around his flesh; but that didn't affect his voice. It was the kind of deep voice that is so extremely easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel.
