Page 3 of Shar: A Woman Alone

“Cleaver throwing, who the fuck taught you that?” Crack askswith a smirk.

“Well, Meat, of course.” I laugh and remember the poorthrows we all did when we were learning.

Sharp steps over to his desk and picks up his phone, textssomeone, then walks back to us, takes his seat, and looks over at me. “Was thejourney here okay? Any trouble at all that we need to know about?”

I must look a little startled as he holds his hand up tostop me from speaking. “I only ask because we’ve had a couple of women stoppedon the road and we’re trying to find out who’s doing it.”

“No, I had no problems at all. I drove for seven hours, thenspent the night at a motel. I had no trouble on the road or at the motel. Thelast three hours were okay, too. I had my Glock handy just in case, as I carryit most of the time these days. It’s become habit thanks to Target insistingthe women of the MC know how to protect ourselves.”

The door flies open and hits the wall and I whirl aroundslipping my Glock from the holster on the back of my jeans, pointing it towardsthe door, where, oh my God, a woman has walked in wearing shorts that shouldfit a 3-year-old and a crop top that is so small her tits are hanging out thebottom. She’s carrying a tray with a jug and cups, which she places on the deskbefore leaning over, making all efforts to entice Sharp.

Sharp snarls, “Get the fuck out, and if you ever burst inlike that again, I’ll allow Shar to fucking shoot you.” That’s when I realizeI’m standing with my Glock, pointing at the woman. I’ve done it instinctively,and I smile to myself as I’ll have to tell Target about this. I’m pretty surehe’ll be delighted to hear that his training is working.

“But Pres!” the woman says, trying to sound alluring I’msure, but before she gets any further Crack snarls once more, “Get the fuck outnow Syn, before you get yourself in some real hot water.”

The woman, I now know is called Syn, walks out, throwing herhips as she does, and I look at Sharp as I’m placing my Glock back into mywaist holster. He’s giving me a look that has me blushing. He’s looking at mepretty hungrily, but I’m not here for any shenanigans.

Crack must notice too, and the discomfort I’m showing. “Comeon Shar, let me get you settled in your room. Are you ready for some lunch?”

“I’ve not eaten since I left the Raging Barons’ compoundyesterday, so yeah, I’m pretty ready to eat,” I admit. I am hungry.

“I’ll see you later and we can decide where you’re going toorganize all the shit we’ve got going on, and I’ll update you on what we’vedone since we last spoke to you,” Sharp states.

“Okay. I’ll have a sit down with you once I’ve eaten.”

I follow Crack out of the office and through the door, whichhas us entering the rec room. It’s a large room, with tables scattered aroundand a pool table on one side, but it looks ready to be decorated and cleanedup.

Once through the rec room, we climb a set of stairs, andCrack opens the first door on the left as it has a key in the lock. Crack takesthe key and hands it to me and I’m thankful for that, as being able to lock thedoor will have me feeling much safer.

Inside the room, there is a king-size bed, a bedside table,an easy chair near the window, and also a desk with a stool underneath. Openinga door on one side of the room reveals a large walk-in closet, and the oppositedoor is a bathroom. It’s nice and will be more than enough for me while I’mhere. “Thank you, Crack, I’ll go down and get my luggage out of the SUV.”

“No, give me the keys and I’ll get a prospect to bring themin for you. He’ll lock it up and hand you the keys back when he brings thebags.” Crack holds his hand out for the key and I hesitate a moment before Itake the key out of my jeans pocket and hand it over.

“Come down when you’re ready and we’ll have lunch.”

“Okay, thank you. I’ll not be long. I’ll just freshen up andthen put my things away once they’re brought up.”

Crack walks out of the room, leaving the door open slightly,and I walk into the bathroom to freshen myself. My stomach growls loudly andI’m just realizing how hungry I am. I also recognize that when I’m in a newposition of any kind I stop eating. Leaving the Coffee House to come help herehas had me on tenterhooks somewhat, but now I’m here I’ll settle into itquickly.

Coming out of the bathroom, I see my suitcase and overnightbag on the bed and the SUV keys next to them. I quickly put my clothes in thecloset and the keys I place in my back pocket. I leave my Glock on for the timebeing and will only stop wearing it when I feel comfortable with the peoplehere.

Time for lunch, I’m thinking, and head downstairs afterlocking my room and pocketing the key.

CHAPTER 2

Shar

Downstairs, I enter the rec room and see Crack speaking toanother brother. I walk over and smile as Crack introduces me to Cord, who I’venever met previously. “Hi, Shar. How are you doing?” Cord asks and I give him asmile and nod. “I’m good thanks, just hungry now as I’ve not eaten sinceyesterday.”

“Fucking hell, you’ve got to be starving.” Cord, who hadbeen standing at the long bar which runs from one end of the room to the other,takes my elbow and leads me into a kitchen, which is off to the side of theroom.

Entering the kitchen, I come to a grinding halt and my eyesmust be huge because it’s a gorgeous kitchen, with granite counters, blackcabinets, and a massive fridge and freezer. They’ve got to be industrial, is myfirst thought.

But this beautiful kitchen is a diabolical mess. There isfood everywhere, and I mean old, stale food in pizza boxes, takeout cartons,and empty juice bottles.

I’m not eating anything from here, and no one is going tomake me. This place is a freaking health hazard. Two women are making what Ithink are sandwiches, but they are ripping the shit out of the bread and thesalad looks like it needs to be dumped in the trash.

Cord is giving me an odd look and I squint my eyes at him,look around the kitchen once more, then look back at Cord. “Can you fetch Crackfor me, please?”I’m calm, I’m staying calm, I will not blow my top, I’mgoing to stay calm and deal with this calmly.I’m nearly chanting to stopmyself from blowing my top and believe me, I’m a natural redhead. I can blow mytop, as you’ve never seen before.

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