Stone Cold (An Iron Tornadoes MC Romance)

CONTENTS

Title page

Special thanks to

Legal matter

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Review

Books by Olivia Rigal

About the author

STONE COLD

An Iron Tornadoes

MC Romance

By

Olivia Rigal

 

 

 

Special thanks to:

Christa Wick
for her cover design and
her friendly support during this ride.

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This book is a work of fiction.

Even if some locations depicted do exist
 

and some collective events did occur,

this story is totally fictitious

The names, the characters, and the events described

have been imagined by the author.

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CHAPTER ONE

“W
here's my order for table nine?" I ask in the kitchen.

"Give me another thirty seconds, Lisa," the trainee answers. He's putting the final touch on a plate. When he's happy with the way he's nested the baby tomato in a tiny bouquet of pesto, he looks up at me and winks. "It's nice to have you back. How did the finals go?" he asks.

"It's nice to be back, too. Believe it or not, I find this lunch madness relaxing after two weeks of exams," I tell him. I realize I've not answered his question, but I'm not really sure how my finals went, and anyway, even if it's no longer the busiest time of the lunch service, it's still not the perfect moment to chat.

I bring the plates to table nine where a law professor is chatting with a man his age who's a partner in one of the most prestigious law firms of Manhattan. This is business as usual in this place. The restaurant is located between two law schools. The entire block is strictly office space rented out to law firms. It's no accident my boss called it
The Law School.

I ask my two patrons if there is anything else that I can bring them, and just when they tell me they're all set, Lyv calls me. Her face is grim, which is unlike her. She looks mad or upset. It can't be with me because I've been away for two weeks, and I just came back today. She signals me to come to her office, and when I enter she asks me to sit down.

"Lisa, I'm so sorry," she says as she crouches in front of me and takes my hands in hers. I look into her big chestnut eyes and wonder what she's sorry about. Did she find out through her law school connections that I have flunked my year? No, it's too early—not enough time to grade our tests yet. Is she going to fire me? No, she always says I'm one of her best waitresses, and she'll be sad to see me graduate.

"I just got a call from the Point Lookout police," she says softly, holding my hands tighter. "It's your brother…" She stops for a second, shakes her head, and for one second I think I see tears pooling in her eyes.
 

Now I know it's got to be really bad because Lyv's tough. Lyv doesn't cry; no matter what happens, she always smiles like life's a stupid toothpaste commercial.

"You've got to go back to the dorm and pack a bag, then I'll drive you to LaGuardia. I've made a reservation for you on the four o'clock flight to Fort Lauderdale."

I try to process what she's implying, but part of my brain is refusing to do so.

My brother, David, is larger than life and indestructible. He can survive anything. First he went through army training, and then he graduated top of his class at the police academy. David can't be dead.

“What happened?” I ask.

“I don’t know, they didn’t give me any details,” Lyv whispers.

"I need to call my mother," I say. I'll speak to Mommy, she'll confirm that it's been a horrible mix-up, and we'll laugh about it. I try to free my hands from Lyv's to reach for the phone on her desk, but she doesn't let go.

"You won't be able to speak to her before you get home," Lyv says. "I understand the doctors have given her something to put her out for twenty-four hours." She pulls our hands to her chest and sighs. "I'm so, so sorry, Lisa."

There's a knock on the door. It's Megan. She's the evening shift manager. What she's doing here so early? Why is she holding my handbag and my raincoat?

Lyv goes over to her, and they speak in hushed tones while Lyv puts on her own coat. She comes back to me and makes me stand up. She dresses me like a child and takes my hand. While we walk through, there's a strange silence. They don't know what's happening, but the look on Lyv's face is such that no one says a word. For an instant I feel like the world is in slow motion around me, but this changes the second we leave the restaurant through the kitchen door and hit the street. Life in Manhattan never stops. There are people passing by, and there's loud traffic. Everything seems normal.

Lyv walks me to the dorm. Once we're in the lobby, she asks for my unit number. I tell her, and we ride the elevator up to the tenth floor. After searching in my handbag, Lyv finds my keys and opens the door. I stand by the door and watch her efficiently get stuff ready on the bed. She turns to me and asks, "Is there anything you want that I didn't think about?"

I shake my head. I can't think, and anyway, I still have plenty of stuff left in my closet at home.

"Then I guess this will do," she says as she folds everything neatly in my suitcase. When we leave, she takes the key of my dorm room out of my key chain and puts it in her pocket after locking my door.

"I'll check with housing about the spring term moving deadlines…"

She probably realizes that I'm not really paying attention to what she's telling me, so she doesn't finish her sentence. Lyv is a hundred steps ahead of me, and in my haze, I wonder how I would have managed without her, so I say, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." She shrugs. "That's what friends are for."

CHAPTER TWO

By
the time the plane lands at the Fort Lauderdale airport, it's night already. I'm still on automatic pilot. It's as if I'm watching a movie of myself going through the motions. I get up. I carry my bag. I walk down the steps and then along the hallway. It's me but it's not really me. Somehow, despite the fact that I've checked out, my body keeps doing what it needs to do to get back home.

At the luggage carrousel, I find Uncle Tony holding my suitcase. He looks like he's aged ten years since I last saw him. When was that? Less than two years ago. He hugs me.

"I'm so sorry, Lisa," he says, and he lets me go without another word.

I just nod and follow him. During the ride to Point Lookout, he explains why he's alone. "Nancy's at the hospital with your mom.”

Just as I’m about to question him, he says, “We don't know how it happened. The police just called your mother, and she managed to get to our door before she lost it.”

He lets his words sink in before he says, “I'm going to drive you home, and tomorrow, you can go to see her. No use going there now to watch her sleep."
 

We remain silent for the rest of the drive.

He parks in his driveway. I just need to cross a patch of grass to be home.

Tony and my father were identical twins that nothing short of death could have separated. They drove identical cars, wore identical clothes, and even purchased identical neighboring houses. The main difference between them was their choice in women. Mom is nothing like Aunt Nancy. Mom is a softy, while Aunt Nancy is a survivor.

Nancy survived foster care after being abandoned by her parents. At sixteen, she ran away and found shelter in a motorcycle club. They kept her on as a "sweet butt." She was such a lovely girl at the time that the VP's old lady, who was not the sharing type, ran her out of the club, but it was too late for Nancy's good. By then, she was already pregnant. She survived becoming a single mother at seventeen, and since then, she's survived all sorts of serious health issues.

Yep, a real survivor with a sunny personality because she's decided that she wants to be happy and that's the way it should be.
 

Mom's just the opposite. Even before Dad died, she used to make mountains of molehills. So when a truck hit Dad's car, it didn't only crush my father to death, it also broke my mother. I'm so lucky that I had David to take care of me.

"Are you gonna be all right on your own?" Uncle Tony asks as I get out of the car.

"Yes. Thank you for coming to get me," I say.

"Sure thing. Now, you come on over here if there's anything you need or if you want company."

I nod, but the last thing I want is company. I haven't had a chance to be alone since Lyv broke the news to me. I need to be alone, because I'm about to crumble, and when I start crying, I don't want any witnesses around.
 

The door is ajar. No need to look for the key to get inside. I climb straight up the stairs. Four doors open on the tiny landing—one for each of the three bedrooms and one for the bathroom. I open my bedroom door and drop my suitcase by my bed. As I turn around, I look into my mother's bedroom. The bed is unmade, and there are clothes on the floor. It's totally unlike her. The only thing she's got some sort of handle on is her home. It's impeccable. She's a neat freak.

I go into her bedroom, pick up her clothes from the floor, and make her bed.

That's more like it.

I turn around and brace myself as I step into my brother's room. He'd moved back in with her a few weeks after I started law school. He thought she shouldn't be left alone. We argued about it because technically she wouldn't really have been alone, with her in-laws next door. I thought it was time she learned to be by herself. David wouldn't hear of it, he is—he was—all about doing the right thing.

I sit down on David's bed and look around at the mess. Hugging his pillow in my arms, I start to rock back and forth fighting the tears that are threatening to come pouring out. His leather jacket hangs on the back of a chair, and his helmet rests on the floor next to his mud-covered riding boots. One leg of his pants, caked with mud, is spilling out of a hamper.

The mud is fresh, not totally dried out, like he's just come back from a ride and left to go to the Shamrock Bar and Grill. Yes, that's it—he went out for a drink, and he'll be back any minute. I'll hear his steps on the creaking stairs… and then I do.

I look out the door, and I'm ready to call my brother's name when I realize it's not David. The man I see is the same height, the same build, and he's got the same gait as he climbs the stairs. It's not David; it's my other childhood idol, Brian. From the torn look on his face, I now know for sure.

It's true. David's really dead.

Oh, God, no! David's dead.

Brian comes and pries my brother's pillow out of my arms. He picks me up from David's bed and carries me into my room. He sits on my bed and cradles me on his lap.

"Come on, Lisa, you need to let it out."

As always, when he asks me sweetly, I obey. So I wrap my arms around him, hide my face in his neck, and the dam opens. I cry hard, and the harder I cry, the tighter he holds me, as if I needed grounding, which I probably do. It takes a while before I realize that he's crying, too.

I'm stunned; my invincible hero can shed tears. Never have I seen Brian cry, and I've known him all my life. He was five when Tony married his mother.
 

Legally, he's not my cousin because Tony never adopted him. I'm not really sure why. Maybe because Brian's biological father, the VP of the Iron Tornadoes MC never let go of his eldest son. Every so often during the school year and one month every summer he would come and take Brian. I’ve always wondered how his old lady felt about that.
 

I think the adoption never happened because Tony must have felt he didn't need a legal document to know that, for all intents and purposes, he was the only real father Brian ever had.

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