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Freebirds, Book 5

Texas Tornado

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Texas Tornado

Freebirds, Book 5

Him

James had plans for his life. Those plans were derailed by the surprise arrival of his daughter. His life revolved around her. Then she arrived with her beautiful brown hair that was made to wrap around his wrist, and a butt that was to die for in a tight pair of jeans. Nevertheless, he didn’t need any more drama in his life. His ex-girlfriend was stirring enough of that up for ten women. Yet, there was something about her that soothed his soul.

Her

Shilohā€™s made it her lifeā€™s mission to protect the innocent children she can from the big, bad, scary things that lurk in the darkness. She has an inane curiosity for life and craves knowledge. Which is why when she starts poking around in her fatherā€™s business, she inadvertently starts something in to motion that threatens her very existence. Her father, the one man that was always supposed to be there for her, drops her off with a brother she never knew she had and leaves. Making her question the father she obviously never really knew at all. Then she meets him, and she doesn’t think her lifeā€™s so bad after all. The sexy biker turned SWAT officer sets her nerve cells to igniting, and she relishes in every single second of it.

Him

He knew life could change in an instant. One soul crushing instant.

When heā€™s presented with the aspect of losing Shiloh before heā€™s ever even had her, he decides itā€™s time to grab life by the handlebars and ride it like he stole it. Then that threat not only touches his woman, but his daughter. And thereā€™s no power on Godā€™s green earth that can protect them from a fatherā€™s wrath.

Other books in this series

Boomtown

Book 1

Highway Don't Care

Book 2

Another One Bites The Dust

Book 3

Last Day of My Life

Book 4

I Don't Dance

Book 6

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

You can tell a womanā€™s mood by watching her hands. For instance, if sheā€™s holding a gun, sheā€™s probably angry.
— Earl Dibbles, Jr.

Shiloh

I sat in the wooden chair twiddling my thumbs. I was cold, tired and hungry…not to mention a tad bit angry. Glancing down at my watch and realizing Iā€™d been here for nearly an hour and a half with still no sign of him, I finally gave up and stood to leave. Work came first or I didnā€™t pay my bills.
Hesitantly, I started to leave.

Except I didnā€™t get too far.

ā€œHold her.ā€ Winter said as she thrust the tiny little baby in my arms when she came barreling into the office.

Winter was the wife of one of my brotherā€™s men, Jack.

Jack and Winter got married when they were both young, and were ripped apart after only being married for a month.

She had a shock of red, curly hair, and she was a paramedic for the Kilgore Fire Department.

Following the frazzled woman, I entered the office and stared. Iā€™d been in there earlier, but with no one answering, I felt uncomfortable about staying inside and I sat on the chair that was propped outside the office instead.

Once her hands were free, she started pacing like a caged, rabid porcupine ready to attack with the phone to her ear. If steam were anatomically possible to be produced in a humanā€™s body, itā€™d be coming out of all her orifices right about now.

The sound of a big truck backing up filled my ears, and I glance to the side and stilled.

ā€œHoly cow! What happened to that bike?ā€ I asked.

Winterā€™s eyes flicked from the paper she was reading to the window, studying the tow truck that was bringing in the mangled hunk of metal.

ā€œI havenā€™t the slightest idea. What the heck do they expect Free to do? Theyā€™re mechanics, not miracle workers.ā€

Cat stirred in my arms at the sound of her mommyā€™s voice, but with a little jiggling and bouncing, she slipped peacefully back into sleep once again. ā€œIā€™ve got to go, Winter.ā€

The sound of my voice was booted out into left field when Winterā€™s voice rose to an almost too high octave.

After listening to a few seconds of her conversation, I surmised that she had a reason to be pissed. Winter was currently on the phone with her cable provider while trying to sort out why five hundred dollarsā€™ worth of porn was charged to her monthly account.

ā€œNo, you listen to me, jack wad. Iā€™ve never watched a porn in my life. I donā€™t need porn with the hunky piece of man flesh I have in my bed. If Iā€™m in the mood for porn, all I have to do is watch him move for 2.4 seconds and Iā€™m gone. I have no need for …ā€ She said picking up the bill that was crumpled and scrunched up from her tirade. ā€œThrobbinā€™ Hood, or an Edward Penis Hands.ā€

I stifled my giggles, or at least tried to, but I wasnā€™t successful. Winterā€™s glare in my direction didnā€™t relieve me of them either. Only made me laugh all the more.

I stopped when Cat started to squirm, but the smile stayed on my face.

Winter made a shooing motion with her hand telling me to go while she listened to the man on the line. Winterā€™s face got darker at whatever the man said, and I decided now would be a good time to leave since she looked like she was ready to lose her shit.

Grabbing Catā€™s blanket from the chair, I wrapped it around her tight and then cradled her close to my chest as I exited the office into the fresh morning air. Today was a nice day for Texas at sixty-two degrees, but I knew it wouldnā€™t last long. It never did.

Texas had two seasons. Summer, and not summer. For October, this was fairly normal temperature at seven thirty in the morning. By noon, itā€™d likely be in the nineties. The black clouds in the sky also had something to do with the temperature. We were in for one heck of a storm according to the Channel 7 weatherman, Mark Scirto.

Iā€™d gotten a ā€˜Thunder Callā€™ from them not even ten minutes prior telling me that the storm was headed for my neighborhood. Iā€™d been ecstatic when I found out that the local news did that. Back in Galveston, they had something similar, but still different enough that it was a novelty.

In Galveston, theyā€™d call when the hurricanes were approaching.

The sharp crack, crack, crack of the tow truckā€™s bed being pushed up and lowered to the ground drew my attention, and I watched and winced as they let the motorcycle practically drop to the ground.

ā€œThis where you want it?ā€ The operator asked from the controls.

James, the unbearably hot man Iā€™d had a crush on since I met him eight months ago, came from the other side of the tow truck grumbling, and my heart started pounding a mile a minute. That man was sexy.

Today, he was in coveralls that were only half way on, tied by the arms at his trim hips. The bottom parts of the coveralls were covered in grease, which clearly showed that heā€™d done quite a bit of work today already. A black wife beater showed off his excellent upper body, allowing the tattoos on his muscular arms to be seen perfectly. His hair was a deep rich blonde that was cropped closely to his head, and he had a beard.

Although it didnā€™t look like much, it had to be as long as his hair all the way around. Normally I didnā€™t do beards, but this man sure could pull one off with excessive ease.

ā€œWell, since you already dropped it on the ground, guess itā€™s there to stay, isnā€™t it old buddy?ā€ James rolled his eyes as he wiped his hands with a red rag.

ā€œSorry, man. Itā€™s not like I can do much with this one. No wheels. Ya know?ā€ He shrugged.

ā€œYeah, I do know.ā€ James said gruffly.

Turning away from the emotion I saw on his face, and totally avoiding thinking about what the man did to me, I walked further into the garage, studiously ignoring the sign that said ā€˜Personnel Only.ā€™ and kept scanning the garage looking to see if my brother was in there.

He wasnā€™t, but Jack was, and I settled for him instead.

Jack was Winterā€™s husband.

He fought alongside her brother, and was intimidating as hell.

He was tall with the sexiest arms Iā€™d ever seen on a man.

His nearly black eyes were sharp and all consuming, and always a little frightening to look into.

Walking in his direction, I avoided a car that was on the closest rack, and then two motorcycles in the process of being painted.

He looked up when he heard my approach and beamed when he saw I had his daughter in my arms.

Cat was six weeks old, and he was even more proud of her now than he was when she was born. Although I hadnā€™t been there for the birth and subsequent celebration with everyone afterwards, I did see him once they were home from the hospital, and could tell he was so very proud of not only Cat, but Winter as well.

As for why I didnā€™t attend the celebrations, I still wasnā€™t quite sure where I fit in with everyone. Although Sam was my brother, I didnā€™t feel like I belonged. Sam wasnā€™t trying any harder to get to know me now than he had eight months ago when Iā€™d met him. The men took their cues from Sam and treated me as a nuisance, even though Iā€™d done nothing to deserve it.

The wives were nice enough, but I felt so awkward around them that I avoided them like the plague. Winter was the only one whoā€™d even said more than two words to me in the past month, which completely surprised me.

Once I reached him, I glanced down at his dirty hands and sighed. ā€œI have to go, and Winter is yelling at someone in the office. She handed me Cat, and normally I wouldnā€™t complain about holding a pretty little baby, such as yours, but I have to go to work in less than twenty minutes.ā€

His black eyes flicked to mine, and then went back down to his daughter, then his hands, and finally his clothes. ā€œCan you hold her for a few minutes and let me go change or something?ā€

I nodded and he left, hurrying in the direction of the bathroom. Iā€™d never been further than the bay doors. I knew that further beyond there was a down room, but nothing more.

The night I came home with Sam, he rented me a hotel room and dropped me and my shit off, and nothing more. Not a single word came out of his mouth. Which wasnā€™t surprising since heā€™d done the same the whole ride home.

Once I realized that he didnā€™t like me, I was careful not to say anything the rest of the way home. Normally, I didnā€™t have a problem making friends, but Sam seemed to hate me just because he hated our father.

Which was so beyond unfair that I didnā€™t even want to think about it.

The day after Iā€™d been dropped off in the hotel, Iā€™d walked to a local diner to eat, and ended up leaving with a job and, even better, an apartment above the diner. It took me nearly five months to earn the money for a car, but I did it and was now the proud owner of a used Chevy Blazer.

Yes, it was twenty years old, rusted, and had an exhaust leak (so Iā€™ve been told), but I was super excited that I didnā€™t have to walk three miles to the grocery store and back. Groceries were heavy little bastards when you had to hump it that far, even if they were only cereal, milk, bread, and peanut butter.

Iā€™d made an appointment with Sam to have my car tuned up, and he reluctantly set a time for six forty five this morning. I shouldā€™ve known he wouldnā€™t keep it. Heā€™d spurned every single attempt at trying to get to know me. He didnā€™t even want to talk to me.

There was only so much that a person could take before she just didnā€™t care anymore. Even if it was her brother.

A loud boom startled me from my reverie, and I jumped. Lightening danced across the sky, followed quickly after by another deep boom of thunder. Cat started wailing after the second one, and I started cooing and rocking her to calm her down.

When nothing soothed her, I started singing ā€˜You are My Sunshine.ā€™

Iā€™d just finished the last few words in the song, looked up, and noticed boots clomping towards me.

Jack was back with a soft smile on his face. ā€œSorry about that. She doesnā€™t like the thunder very much. You did well. Normally, I canā€™t get her to stop crying when we have a big storm like this.ā€

That wasnā€™t surprising with the sheer amount of storms weā€™d been having over the past three months. Thereā€™d been more rainfall in the past couple weeks than weā€™d seen all of last year according to the weatherman.

Handing the tiny little baby to Jack, I smiled. ā€œNo problem. See ya.ā€

Turning on my heels, I hurried past the two motorcycles, and ran hard to get to my truck before the rain soaked me.

I wasnā€™t successful.

My white dress was now soaked all the way through. Cursing, I yanked open the door and jumped inside, slamming it hard behind me.

Shivering, I stuck the key in the ignition, and said a quick prayer that the beast would crank. It took so long to start that I started to get nervous. Finally, the engine caught and I let out my held breath.

ā€œShew,ā€ I said feeling extremely relieved, and reached for the wipers.

They didnā€™t flip on, and my stomach sank. Beating on the dash, I yelled. ā€œCome on, donā€™t fail me now.ā€

The most beautiful sight in the world appeared before me, making the swish swish sound of water being squeegeed off the windshield. ā€œThank you!ā€ I squealed and clapped my hands.

I didnā€™t want to be here anymore. I really just wanted to go home, crawl back into my bed, and cry. In fact, I wanted to do one better. I wanted to go home to Galveston, crawl into my bed, and cry.

Except none of those things were going to happen because my dad royally fucked me over. My brother hating me was only icing on the giant fuck-me cake.

But Iā€™d survive, because thatā€™s just what I did. I didnā€™t need anybody. I didnā€™t need my no show dad, nor my unstable mother. I didnā€™t need anybody. I just needed myself. That was the only thing you could rely on anyway, because everyone let you down eventually.

Even my other brother, Sebastian, had let me down. Itā€™d been months and months since Iā€™d spoken to him, and if I didnā€™t hear from him within the next week, heā€™d be on my shit list, too.

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