I had Diesel run a background check on Lola when she first turned up in the compound. Her family is a nightmare, one I’m surprised she survived. Lola doesn’t talk about them often, but if they call, she’s loyal and helps out any way she can.
Stepping out into the bright sunshine, I walk over to the shed where we keep the basket cases. These are either parts of bikes or whole ones in pieces that need to be put back together. The boys and I have created a business for ourselves, rebuilding custom Harleys and selling them for a profit. I’ve been working on a Frankenstein—it’s a mishmash of different models with huge ape hangers. It’s nearly finished, and I think I know which buyer will want it. It only needs a little tweaking, a paint job, then I can send him the photographs. If he doesn’t want it, I’m pretty sure it’ll sell quickly.
“Hey, Prez, need some help?”
“Is Rudy around?”
“Yeah, he’s working over there on the old forty-six Knucklehead,” replies Tango, one of the men in my MC.
“Still?”
“Keeps saying the old girl needs a soft hand or some shit.”
I chuckle. “Sounds like him.”
“You want him to do the paintwork?”
“Yeah.”
Tango looks over at Rudy then back to me. “I could prime it for him. Do you know what design you want on this?”
“Needs to be something striking. It’s a bit of a mishmash. So, it needs to take ownership of that, you feel me?”
Tango grins and nods. “Yeah, whoever buys this will stand out. Maybe not in a good way.”
“You don’t like what I’ve done?”
Tango holds up his hands. “I’m a purist.”
“Fuck you, and yeah, it’s ready to be painted. We only need to order a seat, and she’s done.”
“I thought Rudy had already ordered you a seat,” replies Tango.
“Yeah?” Tango nods. “Cool. Let’s get it over to the paint shed then. You can prime it while I think about design and colors.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Three hours later, the bike’s in pieces drying while Tango and I have sketched out a design and have color samples lined up.
“Yo, Prez!” yells Cutter from the clubhouse.
“Yeah?”
“Phone call for Lola. You seen her?”
I walk toward him and glance at my cell. It’s two o’clock. “She went to take Annie to church. She should be back by now. Who’s looking for her?”
“Her mother.”
And from the way his mouth is turned down, Lola’s mother is in one of her moods.
“Has she tried her cell?”
“Claims Lola’s ignoring her.”
With a shake of my head, I dial Lola. Her cell rings out, and I get her voice mail.
“Yo, babe, ring me back… and ring your mother.”
Taking the steps two at a time, I walk toward the clubhouse phone and pick it up. “Mrs. Cartland, this is Kyle MacKenny, Lola’s boyfriend.”
“I know who you are. What have you done with my Lola?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I know what kind of man you are, and my Lola deserves better than you!”
The line goes dead, and I look at Cutter.
“What?”
“She hung up on me.” I search through my cell until I find Annie’s phone number then I hit dial.
“Hello?” answers Annie. She’s eighty-two, and although she’s getting on in years, she’s still as sharp as a tack.
“Hello, Annie, it’s Kyle MacKenny.”
“Oh, Kyle, I know your voice!”
I smile at the fondness in her tone. “Ah… is Lola there?”
“No, son. She drove me to and from church. I assumed she’d gone home.”
“No. She hasn’t turned up yet.”
“If she’s anything like my Annette, I bet she’s gone shopping. Annette regularly forgets the time when she’s out.” Annette is Annie’s granddaughter and the apple of her eye.
“I’m sure you’re right. Thanks, Annie.” I end the call and look at Cutter. “Something’s not right. Wanna come for a ride?”
“Anything you say, Prez.”
I grab my cut, and we both head for our bikes. As I mount mine, my cell phone begins to ring. The call is Annie Farrow.
“Hey, Annie, did you forget something?”
“Kyle, her car is still outside, and the passenger door is open. Kyle, do you think something happened to her?”
My stomach drops at the news. But to Annie, I say, “I’m sure she’s fine. I’m coming over. Be there in five.”
“Okay, son.”
Putting my phone in my jacket, I look at Cutter. “We need two more men.”
“Why?”
“Lola’s car is at Annie’s, door’s left open. Someone’s got my girl.”
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BLURB
Isn’t it funny?
How one accident can change your entire path.
I was an international rock star and the female lead singer for the Grinders, but now I’m hiding in the mountains away from everything and everyone.
That is until the President of the Savage Angels MC, Dane Reynolds, gave me a reason to feel again.
He’s fierce, strong, and loyal, but someone sinister hides in the shadows.
Can Dane save Kat? Or will the savage stalker get to her first?
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There are many to thank.
Kaylene and Kim, without your friendship and continued support, I’m not sure what I’d do.
MariaLisa Demora, who always answers my many and varied questions. I love you.
Esther E. Schmidt, I wish you lived closer. I think you’d be a good friend to have around. One day I’ll make it to your country and hang out.
Darlene Tallman, your unwavering support and friendship means the world. Thank you for always being there.
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Brandi Lanning, there’s not much I can say you don’t already know. I love you – that is all.
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Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four, her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW, she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!
She married her childhood sweetheart, and they live in Toowoomba.
Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends, and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.
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