Page 2 of Dylan’s Dad (Horsemen Of The Apocalypse MC #1)

Lola

R eaper,

Lola

Pulling into the driveway, I can see the mail truck just driving up. I quickly hop out of my teal VW bug and try not to rush down to meet the mailman but fail immediately and end up jogging to him. “Hey, good afternoon. You got anything for Celosia Martin or Lola Martin?”

“Um,” the postman mumbles while thumbing through the letters in his hand.

“No, I don’t see anything for either of those names.

. .” I feel myself instantly deflate. “But I got one here for a Flower Martin.” He says holding out an envelope and I can’t contain the grin that spreads across my face at the sweet nickname Reaper has apparently come up with for me.

“Thank You!” I say exploding with glee. I carefully grab the small envelope from him and give a small wave before turning back around and heading for my car.

Staring at the envelope, I run through all the reasons I shouldn’t read it but ultimately throw all those reasons away and rip it open.

Before I can actually pull out the letter though a black Dodge Charger, I know all too well pulls into the driveway next to me.

Quickly stuffing the letter between the seats, I unroll my window and smile up at Dylan as he walks up to my window.

“Hey Baby, I wasn’t expecting you home till later. Everything alright?” He leans down into the window resting his arms on the window ledge a lock of his pitch black hair falling into his nearly identical eyes.

“Oh, I’m not actually home yet. I just swung by on my lunch break because I forgot something.” The guilt is eating me alive; I just hope he can’t see right through me. “My lunch is nearly over now, I should head back.”

“That’s too bad, baby. Well, I’ll see you tonight.” Leaning forward he grasps the back of my neck pulling me toward him and crashing his lips on mine in a punishing kiss. “I love you, baby. Have a good rest of your shift.”

“Absolutely,” I say, smiling up at him. “Love ya.” I back out before the guilt I’m feeling becomes obvious to him. Driving a couple blocks away I pull into a forested secluded lot and pull the letter from between the seats.

Little Flower,

So, no, I didn’t know about your family.

I am so sorry that you had to go through that all on your own.

I am glad you have found your family in Dylan and like I said before the Horsemen and I will always be there for anything you need, don't be afraid to ask. My brothers didn’t really dig into your past. We all have pasts and we don’t hold judgment on anyone’s past but if you ever want to talk about it I am here.

I ain’t doing shit with my time in here but working out.

I’ve got lots of time on my hands, Babygirl.

If you need the Horsemen, Stallion is your contact, he’s my VP.

I know he has one of the prospects keeping tabs, so if you need anything put a card under your windshield wiper and the prospect will have Stallion reach out.

I’ve already let My brothers know and they will drop the cards for you, just leave your driver side window down on the day you get this and they will drop them while you are at work.

Enough about the club though, Let me tell you a bit more about me and hopefully you will tell me more about you in your next letter.

Me and Stallion grew up in the club. His old man and mine were best friends and the founders of The Horsemen.

When I was 16 I knocked up my girlfriend and from that Dylan was born.

His mother had some issues and a drug problem when Dylan was 3 she bailed and I raised him with the help of my brothers and my father until about 10 years ago when my dad and Stallion’s dad were both killed on a run.

Dylan had started to rebel a bit after that and then nearly 5 years ago I was locked up for criminal use of a firearm and Dylan took off after that.

So tell me more about you. What were your family like?

Anyways I’m gonna go ahead and send this out.

I hope to hear from you soon, Little Flower.

X Reaper

I sit in my car, reading Reaper's letter over and over again. The guilt is suffocating me as his words sink in. He's offering me support, a connection to his biker club, and a chance to open up about my past. It's both overwhelming and enticing, but I can't help but feel torn.

Dylan and I have built a life together, and he's been there for me every step of the way.

But now, with Reaper suddenly in the picture, I'm faced with a choice that could change everything.

Should I risk it all for the possibility of a familial connection with Dylan's dad.

I take a deep breath, clutching the letter tightly in my hands as I stare out at the familiar view of the forested park.

The choice weighs heavily on my heart, each option pulling me in opposite directions.

On one hand, there's Dylan, the man who has become my rock, my partner in this chaotic world.

We've built a life together, supporting each other through thick and thin.

If I choose to delve into Reaper's offer and pursue a connection with his biker club, it could jeopardize everything we've worked so hard for.

Dylan's trust would be shattered, and I'm not sure if our relationship could survive the betrayal.

But then there's the allure of the unknown. Growing up without parents had left a void inside me. Maybe connecting with Reaper and his brothers could fill that void, could give me a sense of family again. I reach under my seat and pull out my letter writing stuff I’ve stashed down there and start my response.