Lucky has a good life: he has his brothers, his bike, and a stable job.
Isabella is happy just where she is. She's safe, she's in college and had her family. Who cares if her parents are a little judgemental?
But when fate comes into play and they f...
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"Mother?"
Mrs Perkins looked up to Isabella as she spoke, "Yes?"
"Why didn't you tell me your brother was Marcus Gonzalez?"
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"Damn. What a nice house. Can we blow it up?"
Lucky rolled his eyes at Roadkill, "no. Not until we get her out, at least."
"So you're saying that there's a possibility we're blowing shit up?" Roadkill, for once, seemed happy. Lucky blew the hair out of his face, "let's see how this goes first."
Lucky, Roadkill, Omen and Panther pulled up to the house, and a few other bikers sat at the end of the road for back up.
Lucky climbed off his bike, the other men waiting and knocking on the door as he tapped his foot nervously.
He couldn't hide his surprise whenever Isabella opened the door. He was even more surprised at the fact that she didn't look happy see him.
"What are you doing here? I told you I needed to leave," she sighed, and he huffed angrily, "fuck that. You're coming home. Now."
"You can't just order me around. It doesn't work like that," Isabella glared up at him, and he scoffed, "any other time, I would respect your wishes, but not right now. I've lasted a few weeks without you. Barely. Come home."
"I can't," she fumed, her hands clenching by her sides, "why won't you just listen to me and do what I say?"
"Because I'm fucking in love with you, okay? Now you get on the back of my bike or I'll make you," Lucky grunted, but his voice wavered. Isabella, who was confused, angry, emotionally drained, shut the door in his face.
He stared at the door for a minute before storming back to his bike. "I'm sorry, man," Panther said cautiously, and Lucky just climbed onto his bike, not looking at any of them, "Whatever. Let's go."
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Her mother's face paled instantly, "how do you know about that?"
"Mother-" Isabella began to try to reason, but it was too late. Fear did amazing things to people.
"How did you find out? You weren't supposed to find out! Who else did you tell?" Her mother yelled, panicked, and Isabella took a step back, "tell me Isabella!"
"No one! I didn't tell anyone," Isabella shook her head, and Mrs Perkins relaxed slightly. Only slightly.
"What am I going to do? You know.... you can't know... you'll be killed... I'll be killed," her mother began to pace as she mumbled to herself:
"You were hanging around with that biker boy... I didn't know why else to do... so I called him," her mother whimpered, "I shouldn't have called him."
"Called who?" Isabella frowned, and her mother scoffed, "your uncle. My... brother. Marcus."
"What did you do?" Isabella took another step away from her mother. She shook her head, "I just wanted I scare them. To keep them away from you. We have a reputation in this town, in this city, and you were going to throw it away for some boy!"
"You! You're the one who called Gonzalez, you're the reason he's threatening the club!"
