Shattered (Shattered Souls MC 1)

“Thanks, Ivy,” I say, handing her the keys to her car.

I can’t show up to my club in her car. That would defeat the entire purpose of switching cars. I had her meet me behind the old run down bar where she used to work. It’s vacant and away from wandering eyes.

“You’re welcome. Just give me a call when you want me to meet you again. I kinda like driving yours better,” she says with a laugh.

We part ways and I head home real fast to shower and change. I also need a decent cup of coffee, because

the one Zane gave me I couldn’t even finish. Brooks with his fake smile and phony questions, made it impossible to even enjoy the few sips I had. I take a quick shower, making sure my hair and makeup are done. I glance in the mirror and stop short. For the first time I can remember, I have a smile on my face. It’s not the one I force myself to wear, it’s genuine. My eyes are clear too. There’s no hardness surrounding them. It’s Zane.

I’m not a stupid woman. I know there is a shit load of things that need to be handled, that ultimately our lives are on the line, but he grounds me. He makes me feel like maybe there is a place in this life for us to have a bit of happiness.

My cell phone rings, pulling me from my thoughts. My smile slips and my hard eyes are back in place as I answer. “Hey.”

“Harper, how’s things at the club?” my father asks.

I make myself a mug of coffee to go and head out the door. “I’m on my way now. Why?”

“Sal told me that you haven’t been in. Where’ve you been?” he questions.

My heart pounds in my chest as I back out of the driveway. “I told you I was having some girl time.”

“So you did,” he says, coldness in his voice.

“Is there a problem? Something you think I need to know?” I push.

I hear him mumbling to someone, I’m assuming Dom, before he returns. “No problems, just wanted to check in with my daughter.”

Warning flags go up immediately. He doesn’t give a shit about me. He sure as hell wouldn’t go out of his way to check on me. It really makes me anxious to get to the club and see what I can find out.

“Well, you checked and I’m fine. I’m about to pull into the club, so I’ll talk to you when you get home,” I say and hang up. I don’t even give him the opportunity to say anything back.

I walk into Club Kingsley and give my fake smile to some of the girls walking around. I figure before I start looking around, I’m going to sit in my small office and actually get some work done.

That’s exactly what I do and before I know it, I’ve been doing paperwork for several hours. I drop my pen and rub my temple. I walk out onto the floor and look around. It’s gotten busy and I grin as I see how smoothly things are running. The girls are on stage and there are plenty of horny men throwing money their way. Food is being served as well as drinks. It’s a good thing I’ve got going here.

“Harper?” Sal asks, grabbing my attention.

“Hey, what’s up?” I question, forcing a smile.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

A million things rush through my mind. Did he see Ivy with my car? Does he know where I’ve been spending my time? Is he going to push me on what I’ve been doing?

I push it all down though and nod my head, following him to the back. We go into my father’s office and I want to laugh when he sits behind the desk. This asshole thinks it gives him power.

“What’s up, Sal? I don’t have a lot of time. I still need to do payroll,” I state, looking bored.

A grin spreads across his face, which has my stomach drop. “Your father called me earlier,” he begins and I go to cut him off but he raises a hand. “There’s a payment due, which your father feels best we don’t deliver on. So instead…”

“He’s delivering me,” I deadpan.

“There’s something in the room he’s requested be dropped off. He says to put it on and wait. The man will be here in about a half hour, so I suggest you get that sweet ass of yours in there and get ready.” He stands and walks around the table, leaning his fat ass on the desk. His eyes run up and down my body, lingering on my breasts. He adjusts himself, not even trying to hide it. “I could help get you warmed up,” he says, reaching out and dragging his hand down my chest.

I knock over the chair, as I stand quickly. “Fuck you,” I hiss. I turn to walk out of the room and he pulls me back to him.

I’m pressed against his fat body, sweat lining his forehead, as he presses his hard dick against me. “Mmm, I’d love nothing more than to fuck this tight body.”

I bring my knee up and hit him right in the balls. He drops, groaning in pain. “Not if my life depended on it,” I say through clenched teeth.