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Story: Shattered

Hey, son. Hope your flight was good.
Me:
What the fuck do you want? And how the fuck do you know I was on a flight?
Sperm Donor:
Is that anyway to talk to your father? And I have eyes everywhere.
Me:
What the fuck do you want?
Sperm Donor:
You missing someone? A spunky one?
Me:
Where is she?
A picture loads on my phone seconds later, and my eyes widen when I see who it is. Rory. Laying on a shit mattress, unconscious. In the photo, I can see bare walls, a dirty floor covered in fuck knows what.
Me:
When I fucking find you, I will end you, you stupid fuck. I have Seven with me. You think I can’t find you?
Sperm Donor:
Son, calm down. I’m at the Solaris Casino. Can’t wait for our little family reunion. Told you I would see you soon.
“Fuck!” It takes everything in me not to throw the phone against the wall. So, I do the next best thing: I put the phone down and take my fist and throw it into the wall instead.
“What? What happened?” Seven runs over to me.
“He fucking has her! Fuck!”
Xayden takes a few steps toward us, brows furrowed. “Who does? Who has her?”
“My fucking father.” I run a hand down my face and take a look at the one I just rammed through the wall. It’s covered in drywall dust. And I’m lucky there wasn’t a stud behind there. or I would have a broken hand for sure.
“What? Why the fuck does he have her? Did he say where she is? Seven, can you find her knowing he has her?” Xayden starts rambling off questions.
“I know where she is,” I cut him off.
“Where?” Seven asks, dumbfounded.
I grit out, “The Solaris Casino.”
“What the fuck are they doing at a casino?” Seven scrunches his face.
“The MC owned that club. The Vegas Chapter. I thought it was sold off when my father went to prison, but guess that didn’t happen. And that’s not the best news,” I sigh.
“What then?” Xayden slowly takes steps closer.
“If he’s there, then it means that is still club territory. That means us going there…”
“We are immediately outnumbered and we have no way to get in and get out. They are already expecting us,” Seven finishes for me, voice flat.