Page 1 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

Chapter One

Shasta

There was a fearful skip to every beat in my heart when my fist connected with the solid wood of Ramona’s door, my anxiety rising with every passing second.

They’re going to come after me.

They’re going to catch us.

They won’t let us go.

Seconds felt like eons as I waited impatiently for my friend to answer the door.

Finally, it opened, and a bleary-eyed Ramona rubbed at the sleep in her eyes.

“Shasta? What’s up?”

“Get your shit together; we’re leaving.”

“Leaving?” Her eyes widened, and you could see the hope resonating within her.

“I don’t have time to explain,” I said, almost panicked. “Because we have no time left. They’ll be here soon.”

She nodded her head, obviously knowing my impromptu visit was of the utmost importance.

Following her into the house, I grabbed a few of my own things that I had left there and stuffed them into my duffle bag. Starting over was my only choice, and in order for this to work, we’d have to go completely underground.

My plan was to drive well into the night, and keep going until we ended up somewhere they’d never find us. Far from the corrupted streets of Austin, and my shitty life.

Be with all of them?

How could they even think that was possible? After everything that happened, the last thing I wanted to do was be connected to this club a second longer.

Ramona came out of her bedroom, tugging a suitcase. It looked heavy, so I moved across the room to help her.

“Thanks,” she said, with a confused smile.

“Come on, we don’t have much time.” When I heard what sounded like a motorcycle in the distance, my adrenaline spiked. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll never leave.”

She nodded her head, grabbing a few more things before following me to the vehicle Priest gave me.

I don’t know why he transferred everything over to my name, but I was so thankful he did. It made it easier to get away and then dispose of the car when the time was right.

Downstairs, we threw our bags in the trunk of the car, and shared a look.

This was it... the end of our lives as part of the Outlaws forever.

The thought was a bit overwhelming. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long... the day when I didn’t have to answer to clubs or overbearing men who thought they owned me.

The second I pulled that trigger, my ties to the club were severed. They needed to let me go, and I was determined to bring my best friend with me, so she and her child didn’t have to endure the stress of living in a biker world.

For a moment, my head swiveled around me, staring at all the familiar places that had been such a major part of my life... but also the haunting memories that came with it all. None of it meant anything to me anymore. I was done with the Lewd Outlaws. There was nothing that could change my mind about that.

But then my thoughts started to wander, and I realized there was one thing that could change my mind...

Him.

Which is why I desperately needed to get away before I was stuck here forever.

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