"He has made too many mistakes, I need time."

"I know. Have your rung your mom back, she has been ringing me crazily."

"No, I will. Pass me the phone."

"I know you are mad at her, just hear her out."

"She lied to me too Trav, she knew all along."

"She was protecting you."

"She still lied."

He hands me my phone, and I dial my mother's number, I love her enough to let her know I am ok and I need answers. For the first day I cried myself into a stupor, the second day I was furious, and I needed time to process it. I feel betrayed, alone and hurt, but now, I need answers. I need to know why. She answers on the first ring.

"Violet baby, oh baby."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She has been crying; I can hear it in her voice.

"Because I didn't want to hurt you. Caden adored you, and you loved him, I couldn't bear to take that away."

"He has a daughter Momma; you didn't think that might be something I would want to know. I have a sister."

"Jasmine isn't the kind of sister you want honey. She has been a problem since the day Caden found out about her."

I remember the cold smile she gave me when she barged in the other night.

"All the same, it was my right to know. You and Chief shouldn't have kept that from me. Is it why you left?"

"That amongst many things."

"How could he have done that to you, to us?"

"It was a mistake, I believe that."

"You are naive Momma, Chief doesn't make mistakes."

"Look, Jasmines mother knew Chief before me, and the reason...the reason he slept with her was for revenge."

"Excuse me?"

"I am going to tell you this because it's time you knew. Jasmine's mother Clarice was married to a biker. Chief hated him, and he wanted to get back at him, so he slept with Clarice. It was only once, but it was enough. Clarice kept it from him for eight years and then ten years ago he saw her again. She told him about Jasmine, and he began seeing her. It was fine up until about three years ago when Clarice's husband found out the daughter he thought was his, was his enemy's. He started a war with Chief, and it is still going. Clarice's husband is..."

"Demon." I whisper.

"It's why he is after you. He wants revenge; he wants to take from Chief, what Chief took from him. His daughter."

"Oh god."

"Jasmine is no good, but Chief won't turn her away."

"Momma," I whisper, my eyes well. "Does he love her more than me?"

I sound like a venerable child, but that's how I feel right now. My father, my hero, now has another daughter to love. I have always been his girl; his Mischief and now...my heart is breaking and I don't know how to deal with it. I feel like my heart is being stomped on every time I take a damn breath.

"Oh baby, he loves you so much. You will always be his baby. He has been frantic these past two days, ringing me six or seven times a day to see if I knew how you were."

"I miss him Momma, I love him, and he broke my heart."

"I know honey, just take some time. Things always look a little better with time."

"I miss you."

"Oh honey, I miss you too. Listen, why don't you come and visit for a week? Trav can come too."

The idea puts a little brightness into my heart. "Ok, I will talk with him."

"Call me if you decide to come visit ok? Until then, please just take some time."

"I love you Momma."

"You too baby."

I hang up the phone and glance down at my messages of Reagan.

You better answer me, I am going crazy with worry.

I am sorry, I have been off.

OH MY GOD YOU ARE ALIVE! Where have you been Vi? I have been so fkin worried! Chief came by and he was all red eyed and freaking out. It's fkin weird to see some big ass biker cryin on my doorstep.

Don't tell him anything about me Reagan, I don't want to see him.

He said you found out about another child, god baby, what happened?

He has another daughter. He lied.

Oh honey.

Look, I am sorry I didn't text. I have been all over the place.

Do you want me to come over?

I am thinking I will just go visit mom for a week or two.

That's a really good idea x I promise to call every day, I love you x You too, please call if you need me. I am always here.

I glance down at some of the other messages on my phone; I see one from Chief and my heart clenches.

Mischief, answer the phone. I am dying here. Call me, let me talk with you.

I know Jasmine is Demon's step daughter. I know what you did. I know that it's your fault I got bashed by him.

Mischief, that's all fuckin true but I am sorry. I want to explain.

There is nothing to explain. I am going away for a while.

To your mom's?

Doesn't matter.

I need to know you are safe.

You don't need to know anything anymore Chief. We are through.

Fucking don't do that to me, come on Mischief. I made a mistake...

You broke my heart; please leave me alone.

I ain't going to push you right now, but I want you to know this. I meant it, all those years. You are my girl and no one will ever compare. I love you Mischief.

I feel the tears pouring down my cheeks yet again. I turn and stare at Travis, who is just watching me with a pained expression. He takes me into his arms, and we fall back onto the bed, where he holds me until I can't cry anymore. When I wake I am alone. I get out of bed and walk into the office where Trav is on the phone. He is shoving a massive bag of letters in the bin.

"Is that all fan mail?" I whisper.

He spins around and rolls his eyes. Holy crap. I never knew Trav got so much attention. He must get mauled everywhere he goes, speaking of that, we have never really gone out aside from the night we went to dinner; and I guess that's why. Will it always be this way with us? I flick through some of the messages while Trav is on the phone.

Travis, you are my idol. I am your biggest fan. Please write to me. I love you so much, please, it would make my day, my month, my year. I will do anything. I will be anything. Just write.

I snort and open another one.

Travis I am dying of cancer in two months. My last wish is to see you, it's all I want. Please help out a dying girl. I only have six months left.

I thought you had two? Idiot. I pull out a third, and my blood goes cold.

Travis. You have been ignoring my letters. I don't appreciate being ignored. I will find you; you can't hide forever. I will take down that girl you are with. No-one is safe. I will put her blood on my hands, and then you will be mine. Forever.

"Why did you just go pale?" Travis asks.

"Trav, have you seen this letter?"

"I don't read them."

"Read it."

He takes it from my hands and skims through it. He shrugs and throws it in the pile.

"People get psycho, it doesn't mean anything."

"What if it does?"

"Baby it doesn't. It's just crazy fans."

Something tells me he is wrong; that this is so much more than that. I tuck the note in my pocket.

"Trav, do you get this many letters often?"

"That's a small amount compared to usual."

"Is that why we don't go out very much?"

He sighs. "Yes, I can't say it's easy going out when everyone attacks you."

"Is it really worth it?"

"Look, I lived my dream, and it was fun, but maybe it is time I slowed down."

"I don't want you to do that for me Trav."

"It's not just for you Mischief, it's for me too."

I smile and tuck myself into his arms.

"Hey Mischief?"

"MMMMMM."

"I want to ask you something."

"Ok?" I say, feeling my nerves rattle.

"I want you to move in with me."

I look up at him. "You do?"

"Yeah, I do. I need you with me; I just need you."

I am shocked; I don't know what to say.

"Can I think about it?"

He grins. "Do you think about everything?"

"Yes, of course."

"My logical little girl."