Rising From Ashes: The Lost MC Princess

KALIA TERRY'S POV:

The woman was Martha White, Blair's bodyguard and minder. Everyone in the club knew she was ruthless.

Blair's rage had cooled into a chilling superiority. "I'm giving you one more chance. Take the money and get out."

Martha stood behind Blair like a brick wall, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on me like a hawk's. The pressure was immense.

But I ignored them, pulling my phone from my apron pocket and unlocking it with deliberate slowness.

"What are you doing?" Blair demanded impatiently.

I didn't answer. I found a number and sent a quick text: It's time. Bring him in.

After sending the message, I put my phone away and met Blair's furious gaze. "I'm waiting for a friend.But before things get out of hand, I advise you to get out of my sight right now. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what will happen next. "

My composure only fueled her anger. She felt her authority being challenged.

Just then, the bar door swung open. A man in a tailored suit walked in. His name was Vince Kowalski.

Vince's presence put the entire bar on alert. His polished demeanor was a stark contrast to the rough-hewn bikers.

He walked directly toward me, ignoring Martha's warning glare.

"Miss Kalia," he said with a slight nod, his tone professionally respectful.

Blair and Martha froze. "Miss Kalia?" The title confused and unsettled them. A tiny crack in their armor.

Vince stepped aside, revealing the person behind him: a young, thin man who looked terrified.

His name was Caleb Tucker, a local musician with a minor following.

Devin, watching from a distance, looked completely bewildered. He didn't recognize Caleb.

But the moment Blair saw Caleb, the blood drained from her face.

She swayed, her hand instinctively grabbing the edge of the bar to steady herself.

Martha reacted instantly, stepping between Blair and Caleb, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

A cold smile touched my lips.

Devin noticed Blair's extreme reaction and rushed over, grabbing her arm. "Blair, what's wrong? Do you know him?"

Blair was rigid, speechless, her eyes locked on Caleb in a mixture of terror and venom.

Of course, she had every reason to be afraid.

As the president’s daughter, everything Blair did was watched, weighed, and talked about. They had just made their relationship public.

The club princess lived for that attention. She wore it like a crown.

But a crown can turn into a collar.

Martha snarled at Caleb, "You're not welcome here. Get out now!"

Caleb flinched and took a step back under her glare, but then his eyes met mine. He seemed to draw a sliver of courage from my gaze.

I gave him a subtle, encouraging nod. He was the most critical piece of my plan. I couldn't let him back down now.

Devin's gaze darted between me, Blair, and Caleb. He wasn't stupid. He was starting to understand that something was terribly wrong.

He tightened his grip on Blair's shoulders. "Blair! Tell me what the hell is going on!"

The shaking finally broke her trance. "It's none of your business!" she shrieked. "Make him leave! Get him out of here!"

Her hysteria only confirmed Devin's suspicions.

I leaned against the bar, watching the drama unfold like a spectator at a play.

Vince stood beside me, a loyal knight ensuring no one could get near.

Caleb took a deep breath, finally mustering his courage. He stepped past Martha's blockade and looked directly at Devin.

His voice trembled, but it was loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear. "I... I'm Blair's... lover."