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Boone pulled his bike into the parking lot of Donavan’s Café and was more than a little pissed. He’d been out all morning hunting down his President’s errant daughter with no success.
Dana West was a spoiled brat of a girl, even though she was twenty-four years old, she was still a girl. She’d been raised by the MC as her mom had died in childbirth. So being spoiled was a no brainer but it was long past time she got her shit together and started acting her age.
He threw down the kickstand and stomped inside. Someone working here had called to tell him she was here ordering lunch. Also, the club owned the diner, so the workers here knew which side of the bread their butter was spread.
Boone opened the door and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the café from the bright sun outside. Then he looked around the café and finally found her.
She was sitting in the back and had just been served her meal.
Growling, he made his way back to her table.
Only when he got there, he paused as he frowned. “What the hell are you doing here, instead of being at work?”
She glanced up at him and scowled. “Excuse me? I think you have the wrong girl mister.”
Instead of leaving, he sat down. Looking at her, his confusion grew. “What the fuck have you done to yourself woman?”
“I beg your pardon?” She frowned at him as she blinked her eyes.
“Where did you get the wig and why are you dressed that way?” He took a moment to really study her and found some slight differences in this girl and Dana. This woman had really long hair tied back in a braid as thick if not thicker than his own wrist, whereas Dana had long hair as well, just not this long. Dana’s hair came down just past her shoulders, while this woman’s hair came down to the top of her ass.
The color was the same, ash blonde almost white just like her father’s. She seemed a little heavier than Dana, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. To his taste, Dana was too damn skinny. Boone liked a thicker woman, one he wouldn’t break when he was fucking her. He was a large man and he like his women curvy. This woman had just the right kind of shape for him. Bigger breasts, a tiny waist and wider hips. He’d even bet she had a nice round ass too. Her skin looked pale and smooth as silk. Damn, she was different from the brat in some ways, now that he had time to really look at her.
Her green eyes sparkled with her rising temper. She was dressed in a t shirt and jeans but they fit her luscious body like they were part of her. “Go away. I’m almost positive I’m not the woman you’re looking for. I’m just passing through on my first vacay in three years. Please just leave me alone.” She glared at him. Picking up her chicken wrap, she bit into it and groaned with pleasure.
The sound of her moan went right to Boone’s cock and he hardened instantly. Damn, what the hell?
She’d closed her eyes when she took her bite and when she swallowed she opened her eyes again. Her scowl went deeper when she saw him still sitting there across from her. “I thought I asked you to leave. I don’t know who you’re looking for, but I assure you, it isn’t me.”
Yeah, she didn't speak like Dana either. “Where do you live then?” Boone asked.
“I’m from Moss Bluff, Louisiana, where I own a bakery, if you really must know. I’m on a well deserved vacation and I’m not playing your silly games so just go away.”
Boone chuckled as he continued to stare at her through his sunglasses. “You don’t know who I am do you?” She wasn't Dana and this fact tickled him to no end. He was puzzled but he liked her fire.
She shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. All I ask is that you leave me alone to enjoy my lunch. I’m outta here as soon as I finish. Now for the third time... Go. Away.”
Boone reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Lifting it up, he snapped her picture, then he got up and walked toward the front door. Before he stepped out into the Texas heat, he sent the photo to his President.
He moved to the left of the door and waited for an answer in the shade of the overhang.
When his phone pinged, it was his pres asking where the hell she was. The text read, “So where did you find here and why isn’t she at work today?”
“No clue but I think there’s something else going on here boss,” he texted back.
“Like?”
“I don’t think this is Dana. She had no clue who I was and she told me she didn’t care either,” he texted Gunner back.
After a moment, he read the text Gunner sent back, “Bring her to me I want to see this woman.”
“Don’t know if she’ll come but I’ll try. She’s kinda mouthy.”
“Well, that sounds like Dana right there. Guess it’s time I put my foot down. This is getting ridiculous. I shouldn’t have to send my men out to find my own damn daughter. Do what you gotta do but bring her to me.”
“You got it boss.” Boone shoved his phone back in his pocket and went back inside the café. He made his way back to where the girl was sitting and sat back down at her table.
Her food was just about gone by this time and when she looked up, she frowned in annoyance. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” she grumbled. “I don’t want any trouble here but I’m not who you are looking for.” She lifted her hand to her forehead in obvious frustration. “Damn, why didn’t I just keep going? I’m sure the next town would have had a diner.”
Boone chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, they got a diner but our food is better.”
“Matter of opinion biker boy, matter of opinion,” she stated as she scooted out and got to her feet. “As you won’t leave, then I will. Got miles to go before I sleep tonight and I just want to forget this lunch.” She stepped out from her table and taking her check to the register, she took out her wallet.
Boone followed her over to the paying station and grabbed it.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” she called out. “Give me my wallet back!”
Instead, Boone unzipped it and pulled out her ID. Her driver's license said her name was Winona Brewer and she did indeed have a Moss Bluff address. He took it out and looked at it carefully. It seemed to be genuine. He shook his head in puzzlement as he snapped a photo of it and put the phone back into his pocket. Swiftly, he handed the wallet back to her.
Then he turned her around and pulled her shirt down to uncover her left shoulder. There it was, the birthmark Gunner and Dana shared.
Winona gasped as she felt her shirt being pulled down to expose her skin. “What the hell do you think you are doing mister? Leave me the fuck alone!”
Boone stepped back a step or two then grabbed her by the arm. “You are coming with me.”
“I’m bloody hell not going anywhere with you!” She looked over to the waitress behind the counter. “Will you please call the police? This man is assaulting me.”
Boone raised a brow as he glanced over at Doreen.
Doreen shook her head as she stepped back and held up her hands. “I’m sorry lady, he signs my paycheck, and I can’t afford to get fired.”
Winona turned her head back to glare at Boone. “Look buddy, I don’t know who you are or what you want from me but I ain’t playing. I’m gonna get in my car and I’m leaving this fucking crazy assed town.” She took a step or two toward the door and then was pulled to a stop by his hands grabbing her around the waist.
Boone had no problem just picking her up off the floor and lifting her over his shoulder.
She struggled against his hold. “Let me go!” she screamed.
“Not a chance. Somebody wants to meet you and that’s what’s gonna happen.” He growled.
“I’m leaving town right now,” Winona called out.
“You’re coming with me sweet thing.”
“Nooo...”
He hustled her out to her car and tossed into the passenger seat. Then he went around to the driver’s side and got in before she could protest. He laid out his hand for the keys.
Glaring at him, she huffed while looking at him like he'd lost his dammed mind, but she reluctantly handed them to him.
Boone was soon speeding out of the parking lot and down the road. He took the corners just a little too fast and Winona held on for her life. A few miles down the road, he pulled into a compound and had to wait for Tucker to open a gate. When they pulled through, it was shut again and he headed toward the front.
Pulling into a slot, he shut the engine down. He looked over to Winona and smiled. “Nice ride you got here sweetheart.”
Winona gritted her teeth. “I am not your fucking sweetheart and I know, that’s why I bought it. The car I mean. She is my baby.”
“A 62, cherry red Mustang, four on the floor and a hemi engine. Sweet.” He whistled under his breath as he studied the sleek lines of the automobile. “Let’s go inside, Gunner wants to meet you.”
She got out of the car and frowned. “Who or what is this Gunner person and why does he want to see me? I don’t know him either. What is up with you guys?”
“We’re the Savaged Souls MC, sweetness. That’s all you need to know about us.” He nodded at the doorway. “Let’s go, it’s time.”
~*~
Winona was, she admitted... a bit afraid. “But I don’t want to go in there,” she protested. “I haven’t done anything wrong and you’re kidnapping me.”
The large biker who’d napped her paused then turned to look at her. “Look, my name is Boone. I’m VP of the Savaged Souls and I can guarantee that no one here is going to hurt you. That’s not how we roll. You just look like someone we know and we’re interested in finding out why. Gunner is our president and he wants to see you. It’s... just that... well, you look so much like his daughter.”
“But I’m not his daughter, am I?” She thought about saying more but didn’t. She wanted no one’s pity. She had learned to be on her own now for a very long time.
Boone didn’t say anything, instead he opened the door and ushered her into the clubhouse.
When she stepped through the door, the light was dimmer and it took her a few minutes for her eyes to adjust.
She saw the main room was enormous and divided into several areas. There was a well stocked bar area, a dining area, and a social area. Off to the right, appeared to be another room she assumed was the kitchen and a hall that led to other rooms.
Boone took her hand and led her over to the main table where three men were sitting.
One man in the group was staring at her the whole way over. He was older and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of mirrored sunglasses. His hair was practically the same shade as her own but his was more whitish than hers. He seemed to be tall but as he was sitting, she couldn’t really tell. He also seemed to be a bigger man but again until he stood up, she couldn’t really tell.
For some odd reason though, she couldn’t take her eyes off him and that was starting to freak her out just a bit.
They came to a halt in front of the older man and no one said a word for a long moment.
The older man reached up and slowly took off his sunglasses.
Winona gasped as his eyes identical to hers looked back at her. She’d been told all her life that no one had ever seen eye color close to hers. It was such a deep green with highlights of gold and a single rim of turquoise blue. It was her one individual marker but now she was staring at eyes identical to hers, so she knew she at least that shared it with one other person.
“What the hell is this?” the man grumbled. “Who the fuck are you?”
She could barely breathe and whispered, “Who are you?”
“My name is Sawyer West but around here, I’m known as Gunner. I’m President of this MC. Now again, I ask, who the fuck are you?”
Winona just kept staring at his eyes.
He waited for her to answer then got impatient. “I usually don’t ask twice and never a third time, sweetheart.”
Then she snapped out of whatever trance she was in and spoke, “What is with you guys?” She snarled as she took a step back. “I’m not your dammed sweetheart. I don’t know you and don’t want to know you. I’m merely passing through and stopped for lunch.”
“What’s your fucking name, woman?” he almost shouted. He slowly got to his feet while staring her down the whole time.
Winona gasped and took another step back. She was right, this guy was huge, but she wasn’t a short woman by any means. She stood five foot seven which was a normal height, but he had an imposing stance and she took another step back. Then she promptly bumped into another person standing behind her.
Her arms were grasped tightly by strong fingers and she gasped as they tightened on her arms. She knew she would have bruises there without a doubt. She began struggling to get free, then she cleared her mind and remembering her self defense classes, she stomped the other man’s foot then jabbed her elbow hard into his belly.
As soon as he let out an oof and released her, she stepped away, quickly turning to face her assailant. Her hands were tightened into fists as she took a fighter’s stance.
“Settle down woman,” the President barked out an order before he turned to his man. “What the fuck Blacky? There was no need for that!”
The one he called Blacky just growled at him while he stared her down. “Who the fuck is she anyway?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out, you moron,” Gunner grumbled.
Boone then spoke up, “Her name is Winona Brewer and she hails from Louisiana.” He looked around at the growing group as more and more brothers wandered in and around them.
Winona glanced around, they were all large men, some wore beards and a lot of them were covered in tattoos. She started to get nervous. Bikers weren’t known for their peaceful ways. These men didn’t look like savages really, but she didn’t know any of them and she was a female alone in a room full of them.
“There’s one more thing Prez...” Boone started as if didn’t quite know how to say what needed to be said.
“What’s that?” Gunner growled.
“Don’t ask me why but she has your birthmark.”
Gunner snapped his head around to glare at her. “Who the fuck are you woman?”
“I’m nobody, that’s who I am,” Winona retorted. “And I’m leaving. I don’t want to be here and I’m not staying. Can’t say it’s been a pleasure meeting you guys, cuz it hasn’t been.” With that, she turned and began walking toward the front door. She truly hoped that if she brazened this out, it just might work and she could leave, unhindered.
Before she took 3 steps, someone grabbed her around the waist and held her close to his body. The arm that held her, held her tight and with malice.
At first, Winona froze then began to fight against his hold.
Blacky had a hard time holding on to her and twisted her around to face him briefly.
She froze again. Something about him—something...
He quickly turned her around to face the rest of the group.
Boone took a step toward Blacky and forced the other man to release her. “Let her go, you bastard.” He growled low.
Gunner yelled out, “Let her go!”
Blacky snarled and held her for a moment longer before he pushed her away from him.
Winona flew into Boone’s arms.
He held her till she gained her balance and then she backed away from the whole lot of them. Crossing her arms over her stomach, she took a moment to breathe again. Turning to stare at Blacky again, she visibly trembled. Finally, she looked up at Boone and tried to keep her expression blank, then she turned and again headed for the door.
She was almost there when the door opened and a young woman walked in followed by yet, another biker who was hot on her heels.
Her appearance stopped Winona in her tracks as she stared at the woman in total shock.
It was like looking into a full length mirror, they looked so much alike. From the top of her head to the soles of her shoes, they appeared almost the same. The only difference was Winona’s hair was longer and thicker and she weighed a little more but other than that, they were as alike as two peas in a pod.
“Who the hell are you?” the other woman yelled at her.
Winona stepped back and stared at her. “No one...Who are you?”
“My name is Dana West.” She sneered. “And I repeat, who the hell are you?”
Winona knew she’d had enough. “A figment of your imagination or some shit, just like you are for me. Bye now.” She went around the Dana chick and headed for the door.
She didn’t want to be here, let alone know any of this anymore. She just wanted to escape this nightmare she seemed to have fallen into.