Kyle, Jack and Ryan - LeAnn Ashers Page 0,44

toys. We’re going on a trip!” I yell for her, and she runs into her room, gathering toys by the armful.

I have to tell my mother what happened and that I’m leaving, I just don’t think it’s safe to tell her where until I know Mia isn’t in danger.

I don’t want to go, but I feel like I need to get help or just run somewhere and start over.

It’s a fucking MC. I shot a member of their fucking club. I’m sure that’s not something that’s easily forgivable.

I call my mother and she takes it really hard. It breaks my heart to have her in such pain, but what can I do?

I finish packing and putting everything in my SUV. I look at my house, feeling sad that I’m leaving here—this is where I raised my baby for eighteen months.

I walk back inside of the house and pick up Mia. “You ready for your road trip?” I ask her, kissing her cheek.

She grins, her little dimple popping out on her right cheek. “Yes, Mommy, let’s go!” She throws her little fist in the air, giggling.

I carry her out of the house, locking the door behind me. I put her in her car seat and hand her a sippy cup of milk. She’ll be out in minutes.

With one last look at my home, I pull out and make the two-hour trip to the MC. This could go well or it could be a total disaster. Maybe the rumors aren’t true. Maybe they’re just as bad as the Rejects.

But I have to have faith. I have to pray that they will protect my daughter.

Not once on the drive there do I see a bike. I make sure I’m not followed. Mia has slept almost the whole drive and I pull up outside the gate at the MC.

A guy manning the gate walks over to me and I roll down my window. “I need to speak to your president,” I manage to get out without my voice shaking.

He looks at me, confused, then talks into a radio. He opens the gate after a voice replies.

He points to the front of the building and tells me where to park. I make my way there, trying to talk myself out of turning around.

The guy opens the car door for me. “Thank you.” I look down at his vest and see “Jack” on the front. “Jack,” I finish.

He smiles and I open the back door, grabbing my bag with the evidence, along with my degree. Mia smiles at me happily, lifting her arms for me to take her.

I close my eyes and hold her tight, breathing her scent. You got this, Myra. I let Jack lead me inside the club.

The first thing I notice is that it’s huge, it’s open and has a bar, a sitting area, eating area and a game area. The outside doesn’t give a hint to what it looks like inside. Inside it’s almost like a house.

Jack leads me down a hallway, farther away from the exit and my car. Mia is still tired from the trip and is lying on my shoulder, completely unfazed.

He stops outside a door and knocks. “Come in!” I hear someone yell.

Jack pushes the door open and I see a man sitting behind a desk. He’s wearing a cut with the word “President” on a patch in the front, along with the name Kyle.

Kyle looks at me and then at my daughter. “Come on in.” He smiles, and it makes him look a little less scary, but I won’t be fooled. These men are dangerous and that’s all there is to it.

I sit down in the chair in front of his desk. I shift Mia until she’s resting against my chest. She grabs the blanket, tucking it under her neck.

“What can I do for you?” he asks as Jack leaves us alone.

I gather my courage. “I need protection. It’s not just me being threatened but my little girl. I had a babysitter who owed Satan’s Rejects money. They followed her to my house and I walked in on a guy who had his gun trained on my daughter along with the sitter.” I stop, sucking in a deep breath. “I shot him to protect my daughter. The police came. He lived, but he was the son of the President.” Kyle’s eyes widen as he listens.

I open my bag and hand him the letter they left me along with my phone so he can listen to the voicemails.