TANK_Forsaken Riders MC Romance

by Samantha Leal

  She had cried solidly for one week and then she got angry. No one was going to treat her that way. She was determined to pull herself together and move on with her life. As the sun set on a warm Sunday afternoon, she had curled up on the couch with a glass of red wine and opened her laptop.

  She had never been to Scotland before, but after losing her parents several years earlier, she had felt a strange pull to go there and see what it was all about.

  Her parents had always lived in the United States, but she had been told countless stories of their distant ancestors and the legends surrounding them. She had fantasized for a long time about taking the plunge and booking her flights over to Glasgow, but she had never had the nerve…

  Until now.

  She cradled the warm glass of wine in her palm of thought of the look on Jack’s face when he had so publically humiliated her. She was so much better than him, and now she was going to prove it. She opened up the British Airways website and booked her flight. Two weeks in Scotland and leaving as soon as possible. As she drained the rest of her glass and rested the laptop down on the couch beside her, her heart was racing and her palms were sweating. A part of her couldn’t believe that she had actually done it!

  Now she was waiting for her work day to end, and finally, when she looked up at the clock again, her four minutes were up. She put on her “out of office,” closed down her workstation and slipped her jacket around her shoulders. Now all she had to do was get the hell out of there without Jack Tranter seeing her as she went.

  She ducked out of her office and walked swiftly with her head down as she passed his room. She was sure she heard him call her name, but there was no way she was going to wait and find out. She pushed her way out of the shining double doors, into the sunlight and out into freedom.

  She was on her way!

  2.

  Back home at her apartment, Moira spent the evening ironing and folding clothes, gathering up toiletries and arranging outfits on the end of her bed. She went into her storage cupboard and wheeled out the biggest suitcase she had before hauling it up onto the bed and filling it with everything she could possibly need to see her through the next fortnight.

  Before she had time to think, it was almost 10:00 pm, and she was getting tired. She flopped down on her bed and looked at her cell phone. In horror she realized that she had a missed call from Jack an hour earlier. To see his name come up on the screen made her stomach churn. A week or so before she had wanted nothing more than for him to call her and apologize, to tell her it was all a big joke or misunderstanding. But that phone call had never came and she knew that it would all be a lie, anyway. She covered her face with her hands as her heart raced in her chest. Could she even contemplate calling him back?

  Deep down she knew the answer, and so she rolled over and shoved the phone underneath her pillow. She didn’t want to or need to know what he had to say. He had done enough damage to last her a lifetime.

  She got up and crossed her bedroom to her desk. She opened the top drawer and pulled out her passport and her Scottish pounds. She flipped through them with a childish smile on her face, as if she couldn’t believe it was all real. She had never thought that she would have the nerve to travel across the world on her own, with no one meeting her at the other side, but it was all so liberating.

  After she dressed for bed and set her alarm for 5:00 am, she climbed underneath her duvet and hoped for a safe journey. She had never needed a break more in her entire life, but she had never been a confident traveler. As she drifted off to sleep, scenes of rolling green hills and historical castles swirled through her head. She was finally going to see what her parents and grandparents had told her so much about and she couldn’t wait.

  ***

  At 7:00 am the following morning, she was climbing out of the taxi at the airport and walking through to the check-in desks. The buzz around the place even at that time of the morning was intense and it made her feel all the more alive.

  As she handed her passport over to the girl at the desk, she looked up and saw her flight number and GLASGOW in big letters on the board above her head. Her skin tingled in anticipation, and as she left for security and departures with her boarding pass, she repressed the urge to do a little celebratory dance on the way through.

  As the plane taxied down the runway and she nursed a small glass of wine to calm her nerves, a grin was fixed firmly on her face. She had never left the US before, and it felt like the beginning of something big for her. In her own way she was marking the occasion as a beginning of a new her. She was going out on her own, and she was leaving all the bullshit of her humdrum life behind.

  As she plane accelerated up into the air, her stomach dipped and she turned to the woman beside her and smiled.

  “This is so exciting,” she said. “I’ve never traveled alone before.”

  “Me neither,” the woman said with a nervous laugh. “Maybe we should look after each other.”

  “Good idea,” Moira smiled.

  Throughout the rest of the flight, Moira spent her time sipping red wine, flicking through magazines and cuddling into the airline blanket. As she drifted in and out of sleep, once again her dreams were wild and vivid and a man with a shock of red hair and a tall muscular frame was with her the whole way. They were running along untamed lands, up and down rolling hills and around the outskirts of a loch as the sunlight shone on it and made it look gold. The man was strong but gentle and his voice echoed around her subconscious. His accent was deep, gruff and very sexy.

  The countryside turned to darkness and he was playfully chasing her down the ancient hallways of an incredible castle. He caught up to her and pushed her gently up against the stone wall and kissed her powerfully on the lips, so hard that it made her weak at the knees and floppy in his arms. As their bodies collided, even in the dream, it was the most amazing sensation and Moira’s heartbeat thumped loudly in her ears. The man pulled back and stared at her deep in the eyes before his hand moved down between her legs and he rubbed her gently before slipping her panties to one side. Moira threw her head back and gasped, ready to give herself to him, when suddenly a loud BING brought her back to reality…

  She woke with a start as the seatbelt signs illuminated and the captain announced that the plane was preparing to land. Her cheeks were flushed, her whole body tingled, and she was sure she could still taste the man on her lips. It had been so vivid and real.

  “You alright, dear?” the woman next to her asked as Moira flattened down her hair and did a double take of her surroundings.

  “Yes,” Moira smiled, “I was just having this crazy dream.”

  “They’re usually the best,” the lady smiled.

  “Yes,” said Moira. “Yes, it was.”

  3.

  After Moira said her goodbyes to the lady she was sitting with on the plane, she collected her bags and went through customs and security. It had been a long day so far, and it was early evening in Scotland. She stretched as she stepped out of the airport’s main doors and waited for a taxi to pull up to the curb.

  The driver helped her put her bags into the trunk and Moira sank down into the comfy back seat.

  “Where to, lassie?” he asked her in a deep Scottish accent.

  Moira couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she was actually there and she was among her ancestors’ people.

  “Lennox Castle, please,” she smiled.

  “Lennox, eh?” the driver said as he looked at her in the rearview mirror and nodded his head. “Don’t get many folk going up there anymore.”

  “Really?” Moira asked in disbelief.

  “Aye,” he nodded. “The castle is in disrepair now, after all the scandal, not been looked after in a long time.”

  “Scandal?” she sat forward so she could hear him properly.

  “Aye,” he coughed. “Was a hospital…or a mental institution if you will… Closed down quite a few years back after it emerged that some of the patients were being mistreate
d.”

  “Oh,” Moira said, disappointed. “That’s just awful.”

  “Aye. The town around it is good, though. You’ll be made to feel at home, don’t worry.”

  “It was the castle really that I was interested in,” she said. “My ancestors are supposedly from the area.”

  “Och,” he laughed. “Well, then, you’ll be even more welcomed.” He smiled at her warmly as he pulled onto the freeway. “The Kincaid Clan have been around Lennoxtown for centuries. Before Lennox Castle was built in the 1800s, there was supposedly another castle on the site, Kincaid Tower.”

  “Really?” Moira asked, intrigued.

  “Aye, and you can still have a nosy around Lennox even now, it’s all closed off, but you can still get in. Just be careful.”

  “Wouldn’t that be trespassing?”

  He looked up at her in the mirror and his eyes fixed on her firmly. “Depends how much it means to you.”

  Moira sat back in the seat and looked out of the window. She knew there would be no way she could go trespassing in some ancient insane asylum. Seeing the castle from the outside would have to do.

  As they traveled further along the road, the towns gradually gave way to beautiful countryside. They were in the highlands and Moira couldn’t believe how similar the landscape was to what she had imagined. The hills and greenery were lush and beautiful. She had never seen anything like it before in her life, and it was amazing to be among it all.

  The driver slowed as he approached Lennoxtown, and Moira sat up fully again and watched the quaint little buildings flash by.

  “The castle is up on that rise,” the driver told her. “Do you want to have a look before I take you to your B & B?”

  The sunlight was fading, but her curiosity was overpowering.

  “Yes,” she beamed. “I’d love to see it.”

  The driver smiled at her in the rearview mirror and made his way toward the castle. He pulled off the main road and began up a dirt track. It looked abandoned, and the trees and foliage were very overgrown. The road was bumpy and full of potholes, and as they bounced along, Moira began to regret her decision and wished she had let the driver just take her straight to the bed and breakfast.

  “Wow,” she said, her mouth gaping open as the castle came into view over the tops of the trees.

  Even though it was clearly derelict, it was an impressive structure. Lennox Castle was medieval in style, tall and regal, shining out next to the sky with a superiority that was overwhelming for a simple girl like Moira. She hadn’t expected to see something so spectacular and couldn’t believe that anyone would let such a wonderful building fall into disrepair.

  “Aye, a lot of it was destroyed by fire a few years ago,” the driver said with a sigh. “Shame.”

  He slowed to a halt and got out of the front of the car before opening her door. Moira climbed out and stood looking up at the castle with him.

  “Something, ain’t it?” he smiled. “I’ve always been fond o’ Lennox Castle meself.” He laughed.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “How could it go to waste like this?”

  “Och, I don’t know,” he smiled. “It is a shame.”

  Moira walked closer, looking up at the castle as it loomed high above her. She hadn’t wanted to trespass and risk going inside, but now she was there, right in front of it, she didn’t think her curiosity would let her walk away.

  “Have you ever been in?” she turned and asked the driver.

  “Aye, once,” he nodded. “Not in any rush to go in again though,” he laughed.

  Moira looked back to the castle and then again to the driver.

  “Go on,” he waved her away, “I can wait ten minutes.”

  Moira smiled at him and approached the front door. It had been boarded over, but many other curious people had obviously been there before her—the boards had been smashed in and pulled away. The door was closed all but for a small crack, and when she pushed, it creaked slowly open.

  Half of the roof had been torn away and crumbling stone was piled high in the corners of the cavernous entryway. A bird flapped its wings as it squawked and flew out into the open air. Moira jumped and her heart began to pound. She was desperate to step into the darkness and explore, but she was too afraid. She didn’t have it in her to go snooping around an abandoned and no doubt dangerous castle. She looked up at the impressive staircase fifty feet in front of her that led up to the second floor of the castle, and she noted how half of the steps had fallen or rotted away. She took one step in and pulled her cell phone from her pocket, turning on the flashlight and shining it around. Old paintings were still hanging from the walls but had been covered in spray paint. Graffiti was scrawled all over the thick stone and dripping in neon lines right down to the floor. Her heart sank. Back in its glory days, Lennox Castle would have been an amazing home for the Kincaid Clan.

  She turned on her heel and was about to go back to join the driver when something caught her eye. She shone the light from the cell phone into the corner and the hair on her arms and back of her neck stood on end. Slumped in the corner of the room was what looked like a big, furry animal. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it was going to jump out of her chest, but she knew she couldn’t just leave it there. What if it was hurt and needed help?

  She turned back and called to the driver, “There’s something here,” she shouted. “Can you help me?”

  The driver looked around uneasily before shaking his head in defeat and crossing over the gravel to meet her.

  “What is it?” he asked, looking up at the sky. The sun was almost set and the air was getting cooler with each passing minute.

  “I think there’s an animal in there,” she whispered, “and I think it may be hurt.”

  The driver shifted uneasily on the spot and shrugged.

  “Please?” Moira asked him with pleading eyes.

  With reluctance, they both pushed open the door to the castle and stepped carefully into the entryway. The driver didn’t want to be there, that she could tell, but she stepped forward and shone the light into the corner by the wall and waited for him to react.

  “Aye, looks like an animal,” he said matter-of-factly. “Now what?”

  Moira realized he wasn’t going to be any use to her, so she rolled her eyes and stepped cautiously forward. As long as he was right there behind her, she felt safer than being in there alone. She approached the mound of black fur slowly, but as she got closer, she could see that there was no movement to suggest it was breathing. On the floor there was a broken tree branch which she picked up and used to prod it gently.

  The moment she touched it, she knew that it was neither an animal nor alive, and her shoulders relaxed as she exhaled with relief.

  “What is it?” he asked her.

  “I think it’s an animal skin,” she said as she prodded it again and managed to flip over the thick fur.

  “A pelt?” he asked as he moved closer.

  “Yes,” she bent down and pulled it towards her. It was a thick black furred wolf pelt.

  “A black wolf,” the man nodded, “Rare.”

  Moira shook it out and then bundled it up in her arms.

  “My first Scottish souvenir,” she smiled as she made her way back to the door.

  “Are you sure you want that?” the driver asked cautiously.

  “Yep,” she said, “I’ll give it a wash and a clean-up and it’ll be a great memento of my first day here.”

  The wolf pelt was soft and heavy in her arms and even though she knew she shouldn’t be taking it, she just couldn’t help herself.

  “Suit yourself,” he laughed as they both walked back through the doorway and towards the car. The sky had grown dark and bats squeaked as they flitted around the trees overhead. As Moira sank back into the seat, she felt oddly connected with her surroundings and the pelt. She didn’t know why, but she felt strangely protective over it and she never wanted to let it go.

  4.

 
As the taxi pulled away, Moira entered the quaint bed and breakfast where she was booked for her first few nights in Scotland. She hadn’t had any idea what to expect from Lennoxtown, so she had planned to move on to other areas after she had explored the land of her ancestors.

  After the little old lady at reception gave her the key to her room, Moira tightly clutched onto the pelt as she made her way up the stairs, dragging her heavy luggage behind her.

  The room was basic but large, and she went straight into the bathroom and ran the big marble sink full of warm, soapy water. The pelt was so beautiful and soft, she had no idea how it had ended up lying on the floor of the derelict castle but she wanted to revive it as much as she could and take care of it. She put it into the sink and let the water seep into it, and then rubbed and massaged until all of the dust and bits of dirt and crumbling stone seemed to have come loose. Afterwards she rinsed it under the shower and rung it out before plugging in the hair dryer and carefully drying it while running a thick comb through the soft fur. She felt so much affection for it, but she couldn’t figure out why.

  Once the pelt had been groomed and was silky smooth and shining, she lay it out across the end of her bed and looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00 pm, and she hadn’t even eaten or unpacked her bags. Her body ached and her mind was swimming with possibility and information. She wanted to unpack, but she also wanted to explore. She opened the small menu at the side of the bed which told her that breakfast would be served between 7:30 am and 9:30 am the following morning. It was a long time to wait, but she would have to stick it out.

  After she hung up the clothes she didn’t want to get too creased, she got into her pajamas and lay down on the bed before turning on the television. She smiled as the array of English and Scottish accents came flying at her, and when the temperature dropped and she found herself chilly, she pulled the wolf pelt up from the foot of the bed and wrapped herself in it. The faint scent of strawberry shower gel still lurked among the soft fur.