I need answers, and I go to the only man who might give them to me. I might not remember everything, but I know Garrett is more than just a brother in the club. He’s someone I can trust, a best friend. I catch him outside by his bike and he pulls me round to the back alley to talk, lighting up a cigarette as we walk.

“Garrett, I need you to fucking talk to me.”

“Bro, you know the deal. Mac says….”

“I don’t give a shit what Mac says. I fuckin’ need you. I don’t know who else to turn to with this. How am I supposed to get my life back into place if no one will tell me a goddamn thing?”

“You just need to fall back into line and not think about this shit, Landon. You’re gonna get yourself killed, or worse.”

“You’re fuckin’ family, bro, help me out here. I need you to tell me about Mia. Why was I doing this? Why did I go looking for Lucy?”

“I…I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. It’s my fuckin’ fiancé. If this is club business I need to know what the fuck I’m doing. Who is she? Why are we even getting married when we ain’t done shit together?”

He chuckles and turns from me. “Bro, you don’t remember a damn thing about her?”

“Meaningless shit. Nothing that helps put the pieces back together. Garrett, you gotta tell me about her before I fuck this whole thing up.”

“Fuck it up how?”

“I’m going to call off this whole shit show. I don’t know why I left in the first place, but I’m fucking sure Mia had something to do with it.”

His eyes widen and he shoves my shoulder. “Fuck off,” he says, thinking I’m messing with him.

“What?”

“Are you insane? You got a death-wish, huh?”

“Just tell me what’s fucking going on.”

“She’s Mia Rossi, bro. You remember all that shit with her dad, don’t you? Please tell me you remember him. That dude that carved a big fucking scar into your leg? The deal with him?”

“Yeah, Giuliani.” I know Giuliani. I can picture his face, his large figure, the night he tied me up when he caught me and the boys interfering with a transfer with the Cartel.

“Right. You remember…”

“She’s his daughter.”

“Yeah and…”

“And they’re the fuckin’ Mafia, bro.”

Garrett kicks the dirt and walks back toward his cruiser. “I ain’t bringin’ all this shit up. This is so fucked how much you’ve forgotten, brother, and I ain’t gettin’ into trouble talking with you about it. You seem to have forgotten all the trauma of your life and that’s messed up. You want to be reminded of the details, see Mac. If you break it off with Mia, you’re fucking all of us over. You’re on thin ice, bro. Get it together.”

I forcefully take his arm and tug him back. I can out-muscle him if it comes to it. “In no world do I want to fuck you guys over, you know that! But cut me some fuckin’ slack here. Ya’ll gotta fill me in again on what I’m dealing with here.” He fights it a while. “Tell me the gravity of it. What we’re up against.”

Garrett’s rubs his lips together, considering the collateral that’ll come with him opening his mouth. This man would die for me and me him. I see his face make the decision to choose me over the club.

“This is you repaying your debts to the Dragon’s.”

“Debts?”

“Oh for fucks sake. The club was there for you, and it was there for Lucy. We’ve had your back numerous times when you needed us even when you were a prospect. You go back on your word with Mac and you’re already six-foot-deep. Look bro, this whole fucking Mia situation is your bright idea and we all agreed it was the best decision. You marry the mob princess and we end the turf war. Everybody wins and we all make money on the deal.”

“But I don’t want this…”

“You never fucking wanted this. That’s why she chose you. Mia is one coldhearted, manipulative bitch. She’s out here fucking half the Dragons, Mac included. She’s the biggest club whore we’ve ever had… But you’re the one she wants. You’re the one she couldn’t have and you wouldn’t let her have you so Mac played into her hand. Daddy issues man, the girl has daddy issues.”

“Tell me why I owe a fucking debt.”

“I’ve already said too much.” He looks to his boots then back at me. “Whatever you do just keep yourself safe, brother, and keep Mac happy. He’s not gonna let you throw Mia away when she’s sucking the chrome off his dick every night. You want anymore fucking answers, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“Maybe I am. I’m going to talk to Lucy right now.”

“You can’t. Stop this. You made the attempt to find Lucy and you fucked it up by bringing her back. It’s a bad fucking idea. Forget she ever existed. That shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

“So, I do know her. I know this Lucy like Mac said?”

“My lips are sealed, bro.”

“Fuck you, Garrett,” I reply, turning to walk away. “Fuck you and this whole fucking club.”

“I hope you can forgive me, brother.”

I don’t have a chance to ask what he means. A fist crashes into the side of my face and everything goes sideways…