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Blade

It”s been a few days since Flame took a knife to Claire”s throat, ridding the world of that evil bitch. I”m glad she”s gone; she caused nothing but trouble and would never have stopped. She did, however, deserve to die just because of what she did to Cam.

I hate people who abuse kids, but especially women; they remind me of my mother and what she used to do to me, all because my father loved me more than he ever should and she was jealous. Yes, because, as a young child, I so wanted my father to repeatedly rape me. My mother was seriously delusional, and instead of protecting me from her predatory husband, she condemned me and made what I was going through worse. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about this before I spiral; I”ve got enough going on in my head thanks to the shit Jasmine pulled.

Currently, I”m working another bouncer shift at Inferno”s. I”ve been working here nearly nonstop since everything went down with Jasmine. I just want to avoid her for the time being, so that means being here because she”s still at The Clubhouse for some reason, even though Claire has been taken care of. I haven”t said anything to anyone about her still being around, not wanting to cause any more trouble with her being Cam”s Aunt.

Glancing around from my post at the door, I notice a young woman off to the side; looking lost. She looks like she”s about five foot seven, with long blonde hair down to her waist; I can”t clearly make out any of her other features at this distance. I do wonder what”s going on there, though, she certainly isn”t dressed for being at a nightclub with her skinny jeans and baggy black hoodie.

Seeing me watching, she slowly makes her way towards me. Luckily, it”s still early and there”s no queue; otherwise, people would be hurling abuse at her about cutting the line.

“Are you okay?”I ask her gently once she”s standing in front of me.

“Yes, no, I don”t know. Fuck.”She says, shaking her head.

Now that she”s closer, I can make out the rest of her features. Warm chocolate brown eyes, a small button nose, and full red lips. She”s rather stunning, if I”m being honest.

I place my hand on her arm gently before saying, “Just take a breath and calm down.”

Doing as I”ve asked, she takes a few deep breaths.

“Sorry, I have a lot going on right now. I”m wondering if you can help me. I”m looking for Jackson or Alex Jacobson.”

Immediately, I can”t help going on alert when she mentions my President and Vice President’s real names.

“Why are you asking?”I ask warily.

“I think I may be their sister.”She tells me, dropping one hell of a bomb in my lap.