Two whole weeks! Two fucking long weeks without any news about Alexia.
My tiny lady did a perfect disappearing act, and my life had gone to shit.
Nothing works, and I am utterly out of control. I don't have it in me to focus on club business; thankfully, our VP has my back. The sisters don't want to talk with me because they are upset.
My poor little daughter is not even a shadow of the happy little girl she had become the past few months. She regressed to her shy shell and had a few nightmares, something that had ceased in the past months.
When Alexia pulled a runner so that not even GD could find her, I realized that the saying you don't know what you have until you lose it is not just empty words.
The only thing that has helped me deal with this hole in my chest is that I at least know Alexia is safe because she has texted a few times to check on Samantha. Once the sisters informed her that Sammy wasn't doing well without her, she made sure to contact them every so often.
Now, even my kid wants to be away from me and stay with the sisters, waiting for that call.
So now I am utterly alone in my house with memories of Alexia playing constantly in my head. It kills me to realize that I failed her.
The reaction from most people at the club showed me that by failing her and driving her away, I failed them, too. I have lived for this MC, and in the end, losing Alexia is messing up with my brothers.
In these two weeks, I heard story after story about how great Alexia has been to others here—things she has done without anyone asking and definitely without telling me.
A prospect said she helped him get the courage to talk to his parent about his decision to join the MC and how she prepped him so the conversation went well. A club girl who arrived here trying to avoid her past, getting inspired by Alexia and deciding to do her GED and apply for another job in our multiple businesses instead of sleeping with the MC men.
This life is not for everyone, so having someone not judge them and help them allowed these two to stay in the MC family without compromising what was important to them.
Then, many stories from different families mention how Alexia helped tutor some kids or talked to the parents to learn how to request additional school support for some of the children.
GD was around when some of these stories were shared, and eventually, he couldn't contain himself and blurted.
"Do you see what is going on? Ty, you were so worried about Alexia being a normy and not connecting here, and she has been more involved with the daily life of our people than you have been." He looked at me with a seriousness I had never seen in his jokester style. "Alexia is
your balance, the ying to your yang. Victoria might have been perfect because she was laser focused on the bottom line, like you. But now the stars are giving you a second chance at love in a different way."
After that talk with GD, I had another sleepless night. I was revisiting every moment and conversation I had had with Alexia, trying to see if there was a detail we had missed that could help us in our search. And suddenly, like a bolt of lining, I remembered that when Alexia got the call that scared her so much, she murmured a name to herself. It was something like Culson or Olsen.
I jumped from my bed and headed for GD's room, banging on his door.
A girl with messy hair, who obviously had just been tossing around GD's bed, opened the door. GD, who was halfway naked, apologized to the club girl. She left without saying much and shyly ran out of there.
"Prez, I respect you, but calling or texting before barging into my room might be a good idea."
"Sorry, man. I get it. I will be more considerate next time. But I am desperate and need your help. I remembered something else. Please try the search again, but add the officer's name to the list of cases of girls hurt by parents from 15 years ago."
After a few agonizing minutes of GD trying several wordings, we got a workable list.
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