Shattered Rose (Rose Book 2)

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Chapter three

A couple of hours later and we were at the gates of a huge warehouse, surrounded by woodlands which kept it well hidden. There were at least fifty other vans just like ours dotted around the building. Cameras pan across the ground following our every move.

“This place is insane” I murmured looking out the window.

“Wait until your inside” Brian smiled as he helped me get out of the van.

“Luka!” Savannah suddenly screamed excitedly as she ran off towards the entrance, jumping into his arms as they spun around kissing, love pouring out of every piece of them.

I gave them a moment to revel in their love, she was his wife after all, and no one should miss out on that type of love.

A tear escaped my eye as Bradley came flooding into my brain again.

“He’d be proud of you, you know” Brian said putting an arm around my shoulder and kissing my head, knowing what I was thinking about.

“I know so. I have something for you. But I will give it to you later. Go say hello to your brother, he’s waiting” He pushed me forward as I looked on at him confused.

“What do you have?” I ask.

“Later” He shakes his head. I groan and walk towards my brother as Taylor and Brian walk off together into the warehouse.

“Sam…I can’t believe you’re here… who ruined your hair?” Luka teased.

“Hey! I did her hair!” Savannah cried out, smacking him on the shoulder.

“Well… it looks…hideous, I’m sorry.” He grimaced.

“Well, now I’m back into this, I’m going back to being myself, goodbye side-fringe, back to my brown hair and it’s growing out again. I wasn’t keen on the look either but needs must. But we have things to do first” I said as I hugged my brother tight.

“So cute” Savannah squealed.

I smiled as Luka put his arms around both our shoulders and led us into the building.

“This place is huge” I said taking in every inch of the place.

There were weapon storages all over the place, placed in case of emergency.

The halls were flooded with people and I looked at them all wide eyed as they turned to look at me, all eyes were on me.

“Why are they all staring at me?” I murmured.

“You are the daughter of Trent Jennings, Grand-daughter of Jon Jones and are going against one of the biggest gangs in history… they are intrigued by you, you are the first woman to do this sort of thing, stories of you have spread like wild fire. You’re a legend Sis” Luka answered.

“Sir.. is this her?” A large tattooed man with piercing blue eyes came up to us, gesturing towards me.

“Yes, this is my sister Samantha” He smiles.

“Welcome to our home, the Shattered Rose” He held his hand out to shake.

“The shattered rose?” I raised a brow in confusion.

“New gang, new name. It just kind of became the name…” Luka shrugged.

“It’s perfect” I laughed as I shook the hand of the man, and he took off.

The rest of the evening we caught up with everything Luka had been up to the past year, he easily caught up with me as I’d done practically nothing.

There were six other warehouses just like this one, dotted around, full of Shattered Rose members. They came from all over the world and wanted a better life for all of us, they wanted better business and better connections.

No more hate, no more killing.

The only problem, we were still outnumbered by the Midnight Rose 4 to 1.

It was midnight by the time we were done, and Brian had returned to show me where I was bunking with him, Taylor and Wayne.

“Wayne!” I smiled as I saw him sat on his bunk and hugged him.

“Hey, I’m so glad you’re here, needed the boss back” He smirked.

“Good thing I decided to rebel against Shaun then” I smiled sadly.

“Shaun will understand eventually” He answered.

“Um… Sam…” Brian said as I turned to him my smile left as I saw an envelope in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“Read it. We can leave you alone if you want. It’s from him… From Bradley” He said sadly.

“I…Uh… give me a minute alone” I stammered. Taylor placed a hand on my shoulder in support before they all left.

My hands shook holding the envelope as I began to open it.

His familiar handwriting tugged at my heart already.

Hey Peach,

If you’re reading this, I’m guessing something bad went down and I never came back to you. I’m guessing I’m dead as I would never leave you willingly.

Firstly, I want to say I love you, with every single piece of my body and soul.

That day at the hospital tore me apart, I wanted to tell you everything that day, but your uncle would have killed me right then.

Karlos had me under cover the whole time you were trapped with Vern, trying to find leads to your whereabouts, and the deeper I got, the closer I came to find you. But, he was using me, he was trying to find Gregory.

I’m in so deep now, I’m scared of losing who I truly am, so I am writing this and sending it to one of the boys. And in the event that I die or… no… only in death will this happen. No matter what else, I’m coming back to you…

The day we found you in Vern’s basement I wanted to pack it all in and kill him right there, but I couldn’t, and it scared me.

I wanted to rip him apart piece by piece for harming you, taking your virtue and killing any chance of us being a family.

That’s what I wanted, us to be a family, our children running around in the garden while we sat in the porch of our home, embracing, in love.

I should have taken your virginity, I should have stayed by your side, I should have married you, I should have had a family with you.

But it’s all gone now.

I’m gone.

So, as much as it hurts my heart to say this, I want you to move on. Find someone who makes your heart skip a beat like mine did for you.

Just don’t break their nose… that shit hurts…

You truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and I am glad that I got to be in even a small portion of your life.

I will always be here for you, in your heart.

Don’t forget to live. Get out of your families’ mess of a gang, find love and have a family.

Remember I will always love you.

We will be together again one day in heaven, just don’t come too soon.

Live a little for me. I’ll see you in heaven my angel, my peach.

Forever and always yours,



I sobbed all throughout the letter, small sad smiles coming through at his light humour.

“Why’d you have to leave…” I sobbed, collapsing onto the floor, letter against my heart.

The next thing I knew arms were embracing me.

“It’s okay Sam. He’s in a better place” Brian mumbled into my hair.

“Can I read it?” Taylor asked as I handed him the letter.

They boys all read it and turned pale before surrounding me, taking it in turns to hug me tight.

“Taylor can I sleep with you tonight?” I whispered.

Taylor and I used to bunk together all the time in boarding school when I was emotional.

“Sure” He said as we got ready for bed and I jumped in beside him, curling into a ball by his side.

“It hurts…” I cried, my heart feeling like it had shattered into nothing.

“It will heal in time Sam. I promise” He hugged me tight.

That night I didn’t sleep at all. At 4am I got up from the bunk, got dressed and went for a walk around the woodland surrounding the base.

Sitting at the base of a tree I suddenly heard the snap of a twig, grabbing the knife in my boot I whirled to find the tattooed guy once again in front of me.

“Woah! Hold up there, princess. I’m not going to hurt you” he held up his hands and I lowered my knife and sank back to the ground.

“Sorry” I muttered.

“It’s ok. I mean, I get it. The shit you’ve had to deal with, its not normal.” He answered sitting next to me on a stump.

“What I would give for a normal fucking day right now…” I sighed heavily.

“Me too princess, me too” He said as he began to flip his own knife in his hand expertly. I watched him.

His body was ripped with muscle, tattoos filled his arms and I was pretty sure they covered his back too. He had blue piercing eyes, brown spiked hair and was at least seven foot tall. Most would call him handsome, I would too, but I didn’t want to admit it just yet, Bradley still lingered in my heart, his gorgeous smile, and toned body were my dream, the letter had brought back so many emotions. Fear, love, anger…

“Who is it?” A voice took me out of my own mind.

“Who is what?” I asked confused.

“That you lost, I know that look, I looked that very way when I lost my family” He answered, sadness filled his piercing eyes.

“My boyfriend, Bradley” I answered.

“You mean this guy?” He said as he brought out a photo of him, a man, a woman and my very own Bradley.

“How did you know him?!”

“He’s my brother…” he answered as I looked at him shocked.

“You look nothing alike…I didn’t know he had a brother…” I answered.

Bradley had never mentioned a family, ever.

“Same mother, different fathers, we both take after our fathers, hence the looking different. As to why you didn’t know he had a brother, we fell out of contact years ago. Then suddenly, I hear about his death and you…” He says looking into my eyes.

“I’m sorry… he died because of me…” I whimper.

“No, he died for you, there’s a difference, he loved you. I haven’t seen him in years, and I know that he loved you from the stories I’ve heard… So, stop blaming yourself, it wasn’t your fault…” He says placing a hand on mine.

“You said you lost your family. Do you mean just Bradley?” I ask taking my hand away from his.

“No, Trent Jennings killed my father and mother…” He said, looking at me intently.

“What!?” I cried out, yet another one of my family members was a murderer.

“My father was a friend of Trent’s they were like brothers… until a deal went badly wrong. My father lost him a lot of money. He was furious and warned my father that if he didn’t get him his money back he would destroy everything he loved… and one night, mum and dad were on a date… the next, they were on the side of the road in their car, dead” He answers glumly.

“What is it with my family and killing people in fucking cars” I mumble angrily. I thought Trent, my real father, was a decent man. It turned out now that he wasn’t as innocent as I thought.

“My dad was an idiot Samantha. He betrayed a friend and paid for it. Don’t get caught up with details” he answered.

“How can you say that? My first father, Gregory, killed my mother, with me in the car, my grandfather tried to sell me, and I got kidnapped, my uncle is out to kill me and now I find out my real father is a murderer too… How do I not get caught in the details? Not to mention it’s the family of the man that I love…”

“You have to move on. We all do” He said.

“I can’t… Not until I finish it…” I say and he stands, holding out his hand to help me up.

“Then let me help finish it. For all of us” He answers as he brings me back to the warehouse where I eventually fall asleep in my own bunk.

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