Page 1 of Shar: A Woman Alone

CHAPTER 1

Shar

Stopping for a break at a rundown gas station, I stretch myback and walk into the small shop after topping up the gas in the SUV. Axel wasgood enough to let me use the vehicle while on vacation. The drive to the RogueLegion MC has been a long one, but I’ve enjoyed the freedom. The stiflingfeeling of being in the Coffee House all day is gradually dissipating.

Once I’ve picked up a couple of cans of soda and a bag ofchips from the store area of the shop, I pay the young man behind the counterand head back to the vehicle. I place the cans and chips on the passenger seat,then walk over to the restroom.

After I’ve finished, I wash my hands and look in the dirty,cracked mirror above the sink, and run my hands through my red hair. I’m 5’5”tall and fairly fit with all the walking I do at work, and the training we haveon Sundays.

I love the Sunday training. It’s given both myself and Miathe confidence we didn’t have when we got out of prison. But I’m not thinkingabout that anymore as it’s behind me, and I’m not going backward mentally everagain.

If I’m being honest, I don’t know why I’m even going to helpSharp, because he’s nobody to me or Mia any longer. He was Mia’s President whenshe was with Gunner at Rogue Legion MC. I know she’s okay with Sharp and Crackbecause we’ve had long conversations about what happened, and how she feelsabout them now.

Mia is such a good person, she doesn’t hold a grudge towardsany of them. Well, maybe some towards Gunner, but that’s to be expected.

She and Zara, who is Gunner’s daughter, are in contact andI’m pleased that they still have some form of friendship, even though thegenuine closeness they had once has now gone.

Climbing back into the SUV, I shake off my thoughts andconcentrate once more on the road. It’s over a ten-hour trip and I’m gettingtired, so I’ll keep my eye open for a decent-looking motel in another hour.Then come morning, I’ll only have three hours to complete the journey.

Pulling into the motel car parking area, I roll my neck andclose my eyes for a moment. I’m tired and ready to have a shower and rest.

Opening my eyes, I rub them with the heel of my hands, thenopen the door of the SUV and climb out. Stretching my back out for a momentbefore I open the back door where I’d dropped a small suitcase, and overnightcase when I left the Raging Barons compound after picking up the SUV.

I take them and my purse before locking up and walkinginside the main doors of the motel. The reception area smells like lavender asyou walk through the door, which is a lovely surprise as many motels smelldusty and without well-circulated air.

The young woman behind the desk smiles. “Good evening. Doyou have a reservation?”

“No. I’m hoping you have a single room, just for one night,”I state, placing the suitcase and overnight bag at my feet.

“We sure do, on the ground floor, is that okay with you? Iusually like to place single females upstairs so y’all don’t worry aboutopening a window, but I’ve only one room available, and it’s downstairs.”

“That will be fine. I’ll just not open the window. You haveair conditioning, don’t you?” I ask while digging out my bank card from mypurse.

“Yes, we have air conditioning. Do you want any room serviceat all? An evening meal or breakfast?”

“Is there a menu in the room that I can look at?”

“No, but I’ll give you one you can take with you. We’ve justhad a new menu organized, so the maid service has not had the opportunity toput it into rooms yet.” She passes me a menu from behind the reception desk andgives me another warm smile. “Dial 11 on the phone in the room and it’ll comedirectly to me and I can place your order.”

“Thank you.” Taking the room card that swipes to open thedoor, I pick up my luggage and walk down the corridor, looking at room numbers.My room is number 7 and looks like it’s down the end of the corridor on theright-hand side.

Reaching the room, I swipe the card and enter. It’s a smallroom, but it has a bed, a dressing table with a stool, and an adjoiningbathroom.

I place my suitcase next to the dressing table and throw theovernight bag onto the bed. Stepping over to the window, I look out and see theSUV, which is good that it’s in view. The parking area is quiet, with vehiclesparked, but no people in sight.

Closing the curtains, I take out my pajama set from theovernight bag, and after a quick shower, get ready for bed.

I remember I’m supposed to update Mia on how I’m gettingalong, and that everything is fine. Picking up my phone, I send a text to Miaas I’m too tired to chat with her just now.

Sitting on the stool, I brush my hair, looking at myself inthe mirror. I’m only 30 years old and have gone through more than some do in alifetime. But looking closely, I think I’ve weathered well, my skin is stillsmooth, and I look healthy. My hair has grown a lot, but I’m allowing it to getsome length, as I’d kept it short for a few years because of circumstances, notby choice. Placing it into a low ponytail, I pick up my face cream and apply alight coating. Once satisfied my nightly routine is finished, I climb into bedand turn out the light.

My stomach rumbles, but I’m not wanting to eat at themoment. I lie looking at the ceiling and life flies through my mind. Stealingbecause I had no money, no food, and nowhere to live. Having been in fostercare for six years, I ran from that house as soon as I could. I knew it wasonly time before the foster father made his move. He’d been watching me closelyfor the last year I’d been with them.

I lived on the streets for a few years, moving from one townto another, making sure I got distance between myself and the foster father. Iwasn’t taking any chances, but it wasn’t easy being on the street and keepingmyself safe.

When I stole food from a store and was caught by the owner Ithought my worse fear was coming true when he tried to rape me, but I foughthard and grabbed his dick, twisting as hard as I could. Sadly, he had anotherman working for him. I was caught and arrested for theft and assault, althoughit was self-defense. Seven years they sentenced me to, but I only served sixyears getting off early for having good behavior.

The best thing that ever happened was meeting Mia, having afriend for life, a sister that I’d longed for. We stuck together and watchedeach other’s backs until they released her before me.

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