Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,61

bar in Aberdeen was a pit stop. This cabin was home to me.

Our home in Sioux Falls had been home, too, but it wasn’t ours anymore. I told Dad, when my parents got divorced and when he said he was moving to Aberdeen and that he’d sell the house when I finished school that he could sell that house any time he wanted but to please not sell the cabin. If he needed to sell it, I pleaded with him to sell it to me. I had more than forty thousand dollars put away, which was money I’d saved from any part-time jobs I’d had along with the money Dad, my brothers, and some of the brothers gave me as grad gifts when I finished high school. Dad wanted me to put it away for my future, so he’d kept me in spending money and paid my expenses while I’d been in school. He’d taught us all to save money for a rainy day.

I’d have been willing to use that money as a down payment to buy our cabin if I had to; I loved it that much. Dad promised it would stay in the family permanently.

It was the kind of place I’d want to live in and raise my kids in some day. A home surrounded by trees with a big porch, a deck to have barbeques on, a home filled with love. The place had love and memories. Dad bought it when I first hit my teens and I’d made it ours with picking all the furniture and being the only woman to take care of it. Mom was never interested in the cabin. She didn’t even know where it was, which was one of the reasons it was safe.

It was a bungalow with a finished basement. Three bedrooms and there was a big fireplace in the middle of the great room. The kitchen was outdated, but I didn’t care. It was ours, mine and my family’s, and it was our place away from everyone but those we wanted to have there. Away from Mom’s drama.

The family cabin was a place where we could just be. Everything was warm and cozy, and it was decorated in country slash biker décor. There was a room for Dad, my room, and a room with two sets of bunks that my brothers used when they were here. The basement also had some pull-out couches and a big bar with dartboards and a pool table. We had ten acres of mostly bush and it was a good ten-minute drive to a small town with a grocery store, gas station, and a couple restaurants. You couldn’t get pizza delivered but you could get some of the best pizza we’d ever eaten in that town. I sat in the pizza place and devoured a slice with a 7-Up before heading the rest of the way.

Lawrence answered my text while I was in the pizza shop.

Lawrence Gale: Alicia handled them. Not to worry. Not the first time we’ve dealt with angry bikers. Sad to say this because it puts you in the middle, but she threatened to sue if they do anything to get in the way of the calendar’s sales. We have to take a hard line with this.

I replied: I understand and reiterated to them that I stand by my decision. I hope they don’t cause you any stress. Thank you.

Lawrence Gale: Thanks, Jojo. We’ll courier you some complimentary copies a few days before the link goes live on our website. I’ll be in touch soon about plans for the Sturgis model signing.

They sold their calendar online after the rally in Sturgis, but people could reserve online and pick one up at the rally. We’d get extra money if we were there on the last day of Sturgis to sign calendars and do photo opps.

I got to the cabin just as it was getting dark and built a fire in the fireplace before I curled up on the couch. My phone made a text alert sound, so I lifted it and was relieved to see who the text was from.

Jenna: You okay? I heard about today. I’m here if you want to talk.

Me: I’m okay. I don’t feel like talking. I’m glad I heard from you though. Can you tell dad and them if anyone cares, I’m at the cabin and staying here for a couple days? Can you ask someone to feed Marshmallow or make sure a prospect does? Save me the