The Good, the Band, and the Beautiful!

Is Blood Really Thicker?

No, it cant be. Not Jace, not the sweet, loving guy who brought up Taylor and helped me raise Izzie. “How do you know?”

          “Remember not that long ago that we were in a war with a rival gang? Well he just happens to be their leader, so when I heard you moved to his home town I started to keep an eye on him. He took Izzie to the warehouse down the street from your apartment.” Of course Jake knew everything.

          “Why the hell is she still there then?!?!” Shit was about to hit the fan if he left her there.

          “No need to worry, she’s with one of our best recruits.”

          “Take me to her.”

          After going through many passages and hallways, I was brought to my old room, er or should I say Masons and mine. As the door was flung open I was shocked no I take that back I was more than just shocked I was confounded.

          “What the hell is he doing in a room alone with my daughter? I’m going to kill him!!”

          “No Leah don’t,” Jake tried to reason with me.

          “You back the fuck away from my daughter you bastard. You tried to marry me, and then you hit my baby girl!”

          “He did what?!” Jake was just as pissed.

          Picking up Iszatleigh I make my way to my car. “Momma where we go?”

          “We’re going home baby.”

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After a long drive, I storm in the door.

          “Oh thank God you’re home.”

          “What the hell are you still doing here?”

          “I couldn’t leave you I love you far too much to back out over something stupid like this.”

          “Let me see your wrist.”

          “What?”

          “Let me see your damn wrist.” I was not in the mood for patience.

          Slowly he turned his wrist over and revealed… nothing. No gang insigna no marks nothing. That can only mean one thing. Jake lied to me, and I know the exact reason why…