AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Two.”
Hawk crushed the butt and laughed. “Yeah, you’re Macha all right.”
“Hey, I can’t help if the nymphs love me.”
“Whatever, bro. Just don’t knock one up.” Hawk patted Doc’s shoulder and stood. “C’mon, move your ass before all the showers are full. Nobody wants to use a stall after Shovelhead.”
Joining him, Doc grabbed the last bottle and followed him to the residential hallway. From each room, gradual sounds echoed. Hawk left to grab fresh clothes, but Doc hopped under the shower after stripping. Clothes could wait.
After a quick rinse, he wrapped a towel around his hips and emerged just as Brewer, Rubble, and Cueball reached the bathroom. Each one reeked of booze, cigarette smoke, and nymph.
“How the fuck you up already?” Cueball asked, cradling his bald head.
“Thirsty,” he replied, leaning against the wall. Brewer eyed him, then stepped into the bathroom. It felt like a fraternity house the longer he was in Macha. But the better version. The Irish version instead of Greek.
Rubble yawned and nodded toward Doc’s room. “How many you avoiding today?”
“Yeah, should’ve given you a different club name,” Cueball added. “Doc? Hell no, more like Co—”
Doc’s door opened and the two platinum blonde nymphs scurried off to their hole. When two more hurried out, Rubble slapped Doc’s back, then laughed all the way to the showers.
“Shit, I lost count.” He shook his head and peeked into the room. It was empty.Thank God.
“Sober up, Doc. You have a job.” Reaper’s accented voice turned Doc’s head.
“This early?”
“Yep. Her flight arrives within the hour.”
“Who is she?” he asked, pulling on fresh clothes.
“Isadora Walsh.”
The name jumbled in his mind but didn’t ring any bells. He buttoned his jeans. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
Reaper grinned. “She’s the reason you’re here, Doc.” He patted the wall. “We weren’t sure when she’d arrive, but the time’s come. Until I say, you’re her bodyguard. Do not let her out of your sight unless I approve. I trust my men, but you’re blood.”
“Oh yeah.” Doc pulled on his cut. “She’s Phantom’s daughter, right?”
“Yep, so handle with care. She’s one of us. Better even because she’s Macha royalty.”
He snorted. “Great, I get to babysit a Macha princess. I guess it won’t be too bad.”
A peculiar smile crossed Reaper’s face. “Sure, Doc, whatever you say.”
3
Isa
Gray eyes flickedto the front of the plane, then back to the seat in front of her. She never liked flying. Being a homebody, she never had a reason. The airplane dipped, and her stomach mirrored the act. Her left hand gripped the empty paper bag, her breakfast somehow staying put. They were making the final descent into Colorado Springs. That was what the pilot said over the speakers.
Isadora Walsh pushed back her light brown hair, reminding herself to add highlights once she landed. She’d never let herself go this much. Her mum, Colleen, wouldn’t hear of destroying her long locks with dye. Isa, on the other hand, tended to live on the artsy side of life. She managed a small smile, tears welling in her eyes. Now she was on her own and didn’t have an Irish mum to scorn her for tattooing her ribs or piercing her nose.
The wheels hit solid ground, jolting Isa’s gaze up from her hands to the window. Specks of snow were visible on the distant peaks, reminding her of Ireland.Will I ever go back?She clenched her hands into fists. She had to. Her entire business hinged on her return.
Other passengers started readying for their arrival, but Isa was still in Ireland. Or her mind was, at least. She’d shown up at the Macha clubhouse only to be shipped off shortly thereafter. The family reunion she’d hoped for was dashed equally as fast as their first meeting in twenty years. She barely remembered her father. When she saw him yesterday, Malcolm Kerry wasn’t the same man she knew as a child. He was rough around the edges and looked much older.Probably because he’s the MC president now.
Her mother—God rest her soul—told her the truth of her father’s occupation on her deathbed. Somewhere deep, she’d known her father wasn’t merely a motorcycle repairman as she’d been told growing up, but hearing the club involvement put the pieces together for her. It started to make sense why Colleen Walsh left the club life to raise her daughter. They’d never gone by her father’s name. Isa was a Walsh for as long as she could recall.Although,technically, I’m a Kerry.
