Page 40 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“When I arrived, there was a girl there. I set my shit down and heard a noise behind me. Pulled my gun, spun around and she’s standing there in the doorway to the bedroom in nothing but an Evil Dead t-shirt.”
“No shit. Who was she?”
“I thought you guys had arranged it. When I said as much, she played along like that’s why she was there.”
Daytona huffs a laugh. “So what happened?”
“I thought she was one of the dancers from Sonny’s, that place San Jose owns. She let me believe she was.”
“You fuck her?”
“Hell, yeah, I fucked her. We had a great time until some other stuff happened that I’ll get back to in a minute. Anyway, last night I gave her a ride to San Jose, and she had me drop her off at Sonny’s, telling me she had a shift to work, so I did.
“I went up there later that night to see her, and when I asked for Desiree—”
“Desiree?”
“Not her real name, I found out. Guess that was made up, too. Anyway, the real Desiree was there, and I was confused, because that was not the girl I just spent the weekend with. I had a photo of her and showed it to the girl, and she told me, ‘oh, yeah, that girl is with the MC.’ I about lost it. I asked her if she meant she was one of the ol’ ladies. She said she didn’t know for sure. I stood there, confused as hell, so I texted Reckless the photo, and he about had a fit. Told me this girl is Wolf’s daughter.”
“Good fucking Lord.” My president drops his head into his hands. “You fucked his daughter?”
“Not knowingly. I swear. I thought she was a dancer.”
“Let me see her photo.”
“Prez—” I start to object, because I really don’t want any of the guys to see her half naked, but he just lifts a brow and makes a motion with his hand for me to pass it over.
I dig my phone out of my pocket, pull it up, and show him.
The door opens and Trick, our VP, strolls in.
Daytona looks at the photo, and goddamn Trick leans in, too, then whistles.
“Damn, Shine. Who’s she?”
Daytona swipes out of the photo and hands me my phone. “Wolf’s daughter.”
Trick’s brows about hit his hairline. “Are you shitting me? Why the hell do you have a picture like that of the man’s daughter?”
“It’s a long story,” Daytona says. “I’ll fill you in later.” His eyes lock with mine. “All right, she lied to you about who she was, so that’s not on you. I get that, but that’s over. You got that?”
I nod.
He tilts his head. “What was this other shit you were going to circle back to?”
I tell him everything that happened with Donnie Ray and Carl, omitting the part where Fiona shot Carl. I let my president believe it was me. By the time I finish the story, he’s got his head in his hands again.
“Holy fuck, Shine. When you fuck up, you do a job of it. What the hell happened to having a quiet weekend? You were supposed to be up there fishing or some shit.”
“In all fairness,” Trick cuts in, “they followed him back to the cabin and started it all.”
“No, VP. He started it all.” Prez jabs a finger toward me. “He started it the minute he went after that scumbag.”
Prez is right. We all know it.
Trick looks between us. “What are we gonna do about Donnie Ray? We’re killing him, right?”
Daytona drags a hand down his face. “Oh, we’re definitely killing the motherfucker. But first, we’ve got to find him. I’m guessing he knows you’re after him, so he’ll stay as far away from Vegas as he can get, Shine. But when and if he puts together that you killed his brother, he’s gonna want revenge. Your sister and mother may be in danger. You know cowards like him always go for the weakest link.”
