Page 7 of Shine: Sins of the Father
I shrug. “And go where?”
“You like the mountains? Maybe get out of this heat for a while.”
“Sounds fucking fantastic. You know a place?”
He grins. “Let me make a call.”
***
An hour later, I’ve got my pack shoved in my hard-side saddlebags, and I’m on the road headed out of town. I like LasVegas, but I’m glad our clubhouse is miles out of town and away from the lights and craziness of the Strip.
Rolling through it now reminds me of that fact. The strip is packed with tourists in town for conventions, bachelor and bachelorette parties, nightlife and gambling. The heat from the pavement radiates through my boots as I sit parked at a stoplight, even now as the sun is setting.
Daytona is right. It’ll do me good to get away for a while.
Before I pulled out, Lobo promised to check in on Ma for me while I’m gone. It takes the worry off my shoulders, knowing he’ll take care of anything she needs.
Once I’m out of the city, the drive into the mountains is beautiful, and the higher I climb, the cooler it gets. The air is fresh with the scent of pine, and the dips and valleys have a light mist hanging in them when I blast through. The road has a lot of twists and turns—the perfect things to get me out of my head and just enjoy the ride and the bike under me.
It’s a long ride up to where I’m going—over five hours, and I’m ready for it to be over with by the time I come around a curve and see Lake Mary sparkling in the moonlight, the hulking dark shape of Mammoth Mountain looming in the distance.
Turning in and slowing as I roll along the lakeside road, I find the red mailbox with the address and pull in, my tires crunching on the gravel drive. I coast to a stop and shut the bike off, the hot engine ticking as it cools.
Swinging my leg over, I stand and stretch, my muscles tight from the ride. A groan escapes me, and I take in the quiet night. There are a million stars overhead and nothing but the sound of a distant frog croaking and some crickets, and an owl hooting across the lake, its sound carrying across the glassy water.
The peacefulness of the place envelopes me, and I drag in a deep breath of fresh mountain air. Hiking the strap of my pack over my shoulder, I trudge to the door and dig in my pocket formy phone to pull up the code Daytona gave me for the lock on the door. Punching it in by the light of my phone, I hear the lock turning, then twist the knob, and it swings open.
It’s dark inside except for a single lamp across the room, and I wonder if it’s on a timer to deter break-ins.
I drop my pack on the floor, lock the door, and turn at the sound of a creak behind me. The instincts that have kept me alive through numerous fights kick in, and my hand instantly wraps around the butt of the pistol under my cut. But what I turn to find has my mouth dropping open. I’m face to face with a beautiful girl standing across the room in the doorway to what I can only imagine is one of the bedrooms. My eyes sweep over her. She’s wearing nothing but a white Evil Dead tank top that reveals the nipples of her bare breasts beneath the soft fabric and barely covers her ass, exposing long stunning legs. Dark hair hangs in messy curls to her waist, like she just crawled out of a warm bed, and my dick instantly hardens.
The first thought that crosses my mind is that my club somehow arranged this. She’s one hell of a gift, and I make a note to thank Daytona tomorrow.
“Name’s Shine, beautiful. I’ll have to thank my brothers for this sweet surprise. I’m assuming they sent you, right?”
CHAPTER THREE
Fiona—
Oh shit!
I stare at the man who just walked in and ruined everything. I saw the Evil Dead patch on his back before he swung to meet my gaze—and especially the bottom rocker.Nevada.What the hell is he doing here?
I’m not supposed to be here, and if my father finds out, I’m dead. He’ll never trust me again. But this man seems to think I’m some gift his brothers set up for him.
I rack my brain, trying to think of another reason to give him for me being here, but I can’t think of any, and there is no way in hell I’m telling him I’m Wolf’s daughter. He’d tell my father, and I’d be screwed. So, I do the only thing I can think of—I play along.
“Right. Exactly. Your brothers sent me. Why else would I be here?”
He strolls toward me, and my eyes sweep over him. He’s tall, broad-shouldered with narrow hips and blond hair that brushes over his collar. But it’s his eyes that capture me, and when mine lock with his, something happens, something weird like déjà vu. It’s like I know him, but that’s crazy. I’ve never laid eyes on this man before. If I had, I’d surely remember.
“You okay? You look a little freaked out.”
“I’m fine.” I paste on a smile.
“So, where’d you come from, pretty girl?”
I shrug. “San Jose.”
