"Choose. Her or the club." Briac demanded thrusting the gun in my hand as I looked back at her. The Riders are my family but she is the love of my life. How can I kill the one who owns my heart but how can I betray my club?
Amara's father was an und...
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Five Years ago
My mom says that life is like bread. It's all about simple ingredients, care, treatment and love that makes it rises and bake into something wonderful. You can add spices and design it anyway you want that makes it your own. But with bread, it can take one thing to make it all fall apart. Just. One. Thing. Over proofing, too much yeast, water, over kneading or burning in the oven.
Bread is delicate and life is cruel.
The bread of my life has went from a nice lavender loaf to a burnt hell in just one night.
I sat in the back of the diner with my hat pulled all the way down looking up seeing the waitress giving me a look since they will be closing soon and I had only ordered a coffee. Esposito hadn't let me leave the bunker in over a month not even letting go to the funeral, not even saying goodbye to mom when she was relocated. Even when I testified it was done through webcam not taking the risk that I would be publicly shown. Now I was sitting out in public for the first time, terrified of every shadow, even with it being 11 at night and I was covered.
Flinching from the look he was giving me I moved my eyes back to the table as I took deep breaths trying to keep myself from the anxiety and panic rising from still being here in their terrority. I should have been gone hours ago but I was waiting for the final paperwork. My head moved up when I heard the door open, the sounds of boots hitting the floor. Expecting the worst my breathing stopped as I panicked but I was able to breathe easy when I recognized the face as they slid into the chair across from me.
"Sorry I am late but I got everything you will need." Marcus said to me as he got comfortable in the booth waiting for me to nod as I just wanted to bolt. He did a quick glance around the room seeing it empty and the person working had disappeared into the kitchen. Looking satisfied Marcus turned back to me passing me a black duffle bag and a folder. "The bag will have enough cash and clothing for you to get somewhere far enough along with a train ticket. It will be better to be on public transport than private at least in the beginning, leaves less of a paper trail. I also have a new license, passport and other important paperwork when you apply for a job."
Usually in protective service they choose a new place for me but Esposito couldn't trust the department to not leak it. So he had me go one way and him another so they wouldn't find me while he sent Marcus to bring me the new identity. It made sense but it terrified me knowing that if they found me I would be on my own. Why couldn't they take the risk and let mom and I relocate together. I am too young for this. While my friends are planning their sweet sixteen party I am moving to other states in hopes of finding a safe place to hide for just a short time.
I reached to take the bag placing it on the floor by my feet as I opened the folder seeing my new identity that I was to take on. "Drya?" Looking back to Marcus I saw him getting out a couple phones for me to take as he nodded.
"Mhm, close enough to your real name that it will make it easier for you to remember."
He had a point I could see how close it was to my real or old name I suppose I should call it. I am Drya now and if I was going to survive the next coming days, months, years, I needed to already think of myself as being Drya. Tricky part will be sticking to it and following a story that I will have to make up, particularly since I am not a good liar.
