Chapter 10: Scarlett

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The morning came slowly. Sleep had evaded her most of the night which left her walking through the house admiring her fathers belongings. LC had a whole bedroom dedicated to motorcycle memorabilia. It had once been Cameron's bedroom she realized. Her bedroom was used as a spare, queen size bed with a solid red bedspread, bedside tables with older gold lamps and a small flat screen sitting on a desk at the foot of the bed was all that filled the room. There were more pictures lining the wall of the hall way. Pictures of the club, LCs brothers. His family. But one picture stuck out most. It was in black and white. In the courtyard of the club with people standing all around and in the center of the picture LC, kneeling on the ground with a little girl in his arms and two boys standing on either side of him. Scarlett reached up to touch the picture. She let her fingers roam over the mans face. He had been handsome and looked so happy. She was tired of crying already but once again tears ran down her face.

"The guilt gets easier" she almost yelped hearing the male voice come out of nowhere. She whipped around and was staring into the eyes of the little boy in the picture, only they were older now, more seasoned.

"You scared the shit out of me" she said as she wiped the stray tears from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, it's habit to just come in. I should have knocked, I wasn't thinking"

Her mind wandered again back to the picture.
"Tell me something about him" she said noticing the little details of some of the other surrounding pictures.

"He was a bad ass. Even riddled with cancer he was hell bent on riding and enjoying every second he had" this made her smile. "He loved his Jack, which I'm assuming is where you got it from." It was his turn to give her a knowing smirk. They stood in silence, looking one another in the eyes until it got awkward. Then Elliot cleared his throat.
"Are you ready?"

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