Chapter 1

Greer

There’s nothing better than being in unchartered territory and being surrounded by sharks. My arrival may not have been subtle, but I’m not a very restrained woman. All my life, I’ve been controlled, never allowed to do what I wanted. With my freedom, I evolved into a woman who lives life to the fullest and I’ll sleep when I’m dead. I guess you can blame my lack of keeping myself in check to the biker blood that has run through my blood since birth but that has been held back due to other people.

If you haven’t figured it out, I’m the daughter of the Southern Chaotic’s MC President, Rudy. I’m sure most of these men that are hovering around me have no clue that they’re hungry eyes are eating up what most MC’s consider their Princess and I’m not going to be the one to announce it.

When I pulled up to the metal gate out front, I just lowered the window of my forest green 1967 Camaro SS and the young thing at the gate just let me through. He’ll probably be up shit’s creek without a paddle once my father realizes.

I parked my baby and strutted right though the door to ten men in leather of various ages.

When they didn’t speak, I let my mouth do what it does best. “Anyone up for some shots?”

And that was thirty minutes ago and probably ten shots of Patron. I feel lovely. The more liquor that courses through me the more I feel the need to move.

“Don’t ya’ll have any music in this place?” I ask.

“Sure, honey.” The man with Spook stitched to his kutte responds and goes about turning on the music that thumps through the clubhouse. He’s a beautiful specimen. He’s probably in his early to mid-thirties, a foot taller than my five-four, broad shoulders and damn if he can’t fill out those jeans nicely. His short blonde hair makes me want to run my fingers through it and those electric blue eyes, I could stare at forever.

I jump off the bar stool and make my way to the center of the room. Yes, you better believe that every one of these men is thinking with their dicks. It doesn’t help that I’m sporting my favorite skinny jeans that have holes everywhere screaming just touch this succulent skin and possibly move your finger upward and X marks the spot, along with a black halter top that’s low in the front so my girls are on full display.

I’m midway through swaying my hips seductively to Sex on Fire by the Kings of Leon when the music abruptly stops.

I turn to see my little brother, Nate who doesn’t look very happy to see me, but who can blame him. I barely know him. I haven’t seen him or my dad in fifteen years, but I can only feel guilty for five of those years since my father dropped off the face of the earth when I was about thirteen.

I place an overly fake smile on my face and slowly saunter toward Nate. “Well, well, well little brother, you grew up nice and pretty.”

He doesn’t respond just steps back. “Aw, no love for your sister or let me guess, I don’t rate on the ‘give a shit’ scale.” Still nothing. “Well, I’m glad to feel the happiness radiating from you. Don’t worry I’ll leave now so you can go back to living your spectacular life. No skin off my teeth. It’s not like any of my family here has given a fuck about me in years.” I pass by him on my way to the door. “Glad to see ya again, Nate. Give Pop a kiss for me.”

No one stops me and as much as I’d have treasured my brother coming to me with surprise and love that I finally came home, what’d I expect. They’ve left me with the devil incarnated most of my life and didn’t give a fuck about me. Why would they give a shit now?

I get back into the only thing that has ever completely been mine and throw gravel as I speed out of the parking lot with my middle finger out the window waving good bye to the life I should have had.

***

Nate

I haven’t seen her since I was seven, but I’ll always know those eyes because they’re the same turquoise blue as my own. Her hair is what caught me off guard. When we were little, she could have passed as Snow White’s twin, black hair and fair skin. Now, her hair is platinum blonde and she’s sporting some major fake and bake.

I can’t even comprehend what she’s saying I’m so lost in my head on the fact that she’s come home after being gone for fifteen years.

By the time I snap out of it, she’s gone. I run out the door to dust filling the air as a muscle car speeds out of the parking lot. I don’t realize I’ve been followed until I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“So that’s the infamous Greer.” Spook says. “Why does she call you Nate? I thought your name was Tanner.”

“She’s the only one to ever call me Nate. It was our thing. Tanner Nathaniel.” Still lost in thought, I turn back to the clubhouse like a robot and walk to my father’s office. I knock and here him growl to come in.

“Pop, I’ve got to tell you something but you’re probably not going to like it.”

“What?” He grunts.

“Um…” I whisper as I rub the back of my neck. “Greer was just here.” He raises his eyes from his paperwork and shakes his head.

“Trigger, are you sure? How would you know what she looked like now? Shit, son, she’s been gone for years.”

“I’d know her anywhere, but she’s changed a lot. She’s no longer my dark haired sister. She’s a blonde.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Trigger. My baby girl was just here and no one came and got me. She didn’t ask for me?” He questions with hurt in his voice. He abruptly gets out of his chair and stomps to the main room. “Why the fuck didn’t ya’ll tell me my daughter was here? Most of you know I’ve been looking for her.”

“Prez.” I state calmly trying to diffuse the situation from getting lethal. “They wouldn’t have known who she was. It took me seeing her face and looking into her eyes to know who she was. You can’t take it out on them. If anything, take it out on me. I let her leave.”

He turns angry eyes on me. “What the fuck, Trigger. Why’d you do that?”

“I was in shock. I was frozen until it was too late and she was gone.”

“We need to find her. She can’t have gotten far. I need some boys to ride out and look for her.” He orders. “What kind of car was she driving?”

“It looked green, but the air was clouded with dust when I saw her leave. I want to say a Camaro, older model, 60’s-70’s.” I inform him.

“Alright, let’s get on this. Get Professor to run her again and see if he can come up with anything.”

I walk out to my bike straddling it and praying I can find the one person I never thought I’d see again.