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Ramona - I'm a member of an all-female MC located at a huge ranch which breeds horses and other livestock. I'm not pretending to be a biker or clueless on how keep the ranch afloat; I am a woman who fights hard to overcome my past.
Perry - Everyone has scars, either on the outside for all to see or the ones tormenting you each and every day and prevent you from moving forward in life. The woman I’ve been texting with for months suffers from scars inflicted by someone she trusted; similar to what happened to me. It’s why we make a pact to overcome our issues. Until her past collides with our future, throwing all our lives in danger.
Life is never easy, a future never granted, and love never guaranteed.
**WARNING; each book in the Cowgirl Bikers MC series is a standalone short story featuring a new couple and can be read together or separately. Includes: Love at first sight. Off the charts chemistry. HEA. And each story will leave you wanting more cowgirl bikers!**
CHAPTER ONE
– RAMONA –
I glance at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and take in the pale and fragile features of my face. The woman staring back at me doesn’t look like the person I used to be, nor would I want to go back to who I was before someone took advantage of me.
The worst part is the fear rooted deep in my subconscious. All due to the fact that I don’t remember anything because he drugged me and abused me while I was sleeping and I can only guess what he did from remembering the soreness and seeing the bruises.
It’s still hard to believe Henrick, someone I was dating, needed to drug me–to get his own twisted rocks off–to take advantage of my body without my consent. I can’t wrap my mind around the fucked-up insanity the idiot put me through.
Henrick was a contractor who renovated a room at our clubhouse. He was good looking and charming so I took him up on the offer of having a hot one-night stand. It quickly turned into one night after the other until I discovered my body felt different and confided in my vice president about my unexplained health issues.
Yes, I thought it was me knocking into walls while I was sleepwalking and not getting enough sleep because I was tired all the time and covered in bruises. My VP, Medley, had other suspicions and we put a hidden camera into my bedroom that night. It showed Henrick drugged me and was about to tie me to the bed to take me in my sleep.
My club sisters put a stop to it and the sheriff came to sort everything out. Henrick downplayed everything. He managed to persuade them about the fact that we were seeing each other and it was consensual. He walked right out of the station a few hours later.
That’s what I also can’t wrap my head around. If we were having sex…why the hell did he need to drug me and take my lifeless body the way he did? I shudder at the memory of all the tests the doctors did because he didn’t use a condom when he drugged me.
I couldn’t stay in the same space as where it had happened and I moved into another room, the one he renovated…only to find out the twisted fucker put a camera in there to watch. Luckily this time we were able to expose him for the pervert he was.
Though, when he was arrested, he managed to escape, killing a deputy and the sheriff in the process. He came back to the clubhouse and fucking shot me in the belly. Another thing I had to overcome and let my body, along with my mind heal the scars on the outside, and inside he inflicted.
Henrick is rotting in jail right now while I’m staring at myself in the mirror, wondering if today I get to continue my life or if my head is still stuck in the past my mind is cluttered with. All of it occupies my brain but I also have the added angle of knowing the idiot got me pregnant because he didn’t practice safe sex while he entered my body without me knowing.
Though, he took the pregnancy away from my body by shooting me, causing a miscarriage. Everything is a lot to process and I should take it easy but I’ve had enough of all those eyes looking at me the way they do.
The thought “damaged goods” slides through my head and I might consider myself as such but the anger sliding through my veins is urging me to fight back and take control of my life. My nails dig into my palms and I narrow my eyes at myself in the mirror.
“Grab the day by the balls and be sure to twist them around just for the hell of it,” I tell myself and turn away from the mirror to stalk into my bedroom.
There’s a king-size bed in the bedroom of this cabin but it hasn’t been used since I moved in here. My VP, Medley, and her old man, Ivar, were kind enough to alter this cabin with the help of another MC who specializes in law enforcement. They were the ones who caught Henrick and put him away for life.
This cabin now holds a panic room which allows me to completely shut out the rest of the world and sleep safely. Well, if you can call it safe because who the fuck knows what happens when you’re out cold, right?
Shit. Focus. It’s early morning and sleeping isn’t on the agenda. I have an appointment I’ve been postponing for three months. I had good reason to keep dragging it out–getting shot turned out to be a good excuse–but now is the time to set things in motion.
A few days before I was shot Ivar connected me with his friend, Perry, who was looking for a Quarter horse. I had just finished training Dover and was ready to sell him. We exchanged a load of text messages and have been continuing till now.
We’re about to meet face to face for the first time and maybe this is also why I was staring at myself in the mirror. Perry is funny, handsome–I know due to all the pictures he has texted me–smart, sweet, and mostly…too good to be true.
I don’t trust him. I know it’s unfair and brought on by what recently happened to me but it’s not a switch I can flip. At least I’m taking the step to meet him in person. Only because he’s a buddy of Ivar’s along with the fact that he’s no stranger due to all the texting on a daily basis for months.
The thick binder Atticus gave me when he ran a background check on Perry Woodards also helped to persuade me. Perry is a widower and he used to be a SEAL. He lost his wife due to an IED, the same one that almost took Ivar’s hearing completely. I guess everyone has their own demons to battle.
Except my demons like to stab me in the back on a regular basis. I grab my cowboy boots and stomp my feet into them. Pulling the hair tie from my wrist I gather my long dark brown hair and pull it into a tight ponytail on the back of my head. I check the time and notice it should be another ten minutes till Perry gets here.
My phone rings and it lights up with Perry’s picture. The first one he texted me when we started texting back and forth. He’s ten years old in the picture and sitting on a horse. The caption with it was, “This is me charming the saddle off a horse at an early age.” It’s why I added the picture with his number because it makes me smile.
“Hey,” I quip. “Are you early?”
“Hang on,” he grumbles and mutters a few curses. “Sorry. Listen, I have to reschedule.”
