title: bury a friend date: april 29th, 2019 trigger warning: death, blood
Given recent events, it had been no surprise that Blake could be found directly disobeying orders from Anthony by staying cooped up in her house clutching a bottle of vodka. When she had found out what had happened at The Dive, the last thing she was, was impressed. Blake believed that it was a childish attempt to ignite a spark within the war that had been brewing in Olympus. She’d had an idea about who was responsible for such a childish act of vandalism which resulted in Blake avoiding Anthony Thane at all costs. It wasn’t a surprise that Blake had no interest in being involved in the pissing match that was about to happen between Anthony and Bane. She believed that it wasn’t productive to their business whatsoever. Surely, Anthony must have understood that.
Blake had even gone the extra mile to send a message to Bane asking if he was okay. She knew what The Dive had meant to him and Blake, although ruthless at times, still had a heart especially when it came to him. After all, she had climbed through the ranks with him alongside her. Blake and Bane had essentially grown together in terms of their status in Primordial. She experienced all of her firsts within the MC with him by her side. He would always have a special place in her heart because he had been like family to her for so long.
It wasn’t Blake’s initial text message to Bane that caused her to feel uncomfortable. It was his response. This shit ain’t over, Blake. The words had played over and over again in her mind. Blake knew full well what Bane was capable of and the lengths that he was willing to go. Instead, she decided to let it go and assumed that it would simply be an eye of an eye. She figured Bane would take a hit on the shop and that’d be it.
But, Blake was wrong.
In the following week after the incident at The Dive, it had been eerily quiet in terms of the Trojan’s retaliation which caused Bane’s text to play over in her mind. In a futile attempt at seeking guidance, she had been in touch with her father, Grayson, about the recent events that had occurred between the MC’s. He told her it would blow over. He told her that Bane would go for the shop at most. He told her that it would be okay.
Unfortunately, Grayson was also wrong.
Blake and Grayson’s relationship had grown complicated as Blake increased in ranks within Primordial. From the beginning, Grayson had a problem with Blake’s involvement within the MC and it had only gotten worse as Blake became a more prominent figure within the club which was no surprise that it had caused a strain on their relationship for many years. It was only in his retirement from the club that they were able to find peace and rebuild their relationship regardless of how much they disagreed on politics, their history, or the club which was why Blake had grown wary when she hadn’t heard from her father over the next week.
It caused Bane’s words to play over in her mind once again. This shit ain’t over, Blake.
After her numerous texts and phone calls continuously went unanswered, Blake had taken it upon herself to investigate for herself. Without hesitation, she grabbed the shot gun in her side table and tucked it in the waist of her jeans before leaving her house and climbing onto her bike to begin the journey to her father’s house.
Upon her arrival, Blake inspected the practically overflowing mail box and the layer of pollen that had covered his motorcycle. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach at the sight of his untouched motorcycle because it was practically part of his daily routine to go for a ride around town. She took a deep breath before approaching his front door and banged on his door, yelling “Dad?! Dad! C’mon, open the door!”
After no response, Blake had taken it upon herself and barged into her father’s home regardless of what she may find behind the closed door. However, nothing prepared her for what she would soon find. She pulled her gun out from the waistline of her jeans as she entered her father’s home and practically gagged on the foul stench of death that she met immediately on entry.
She wanted to yell out for him.
She wanted him to be sitting in his chair with his can of beer.
She wanted to see his smiling face as she rounded the corner into his living room.
Instead, Blake found her father’s cold, lifeless body face down in a pool of his own dried up blood on his living room floor and the word TROJAN written on the wall above him in his blood. Immediately, Blake crumbled to the floor over her father’s dead body as a scream that would’ve put a banshee to shame escaped her lips and tears fell from her eyes.
Well, Bane was right...
This was FAR from over.













