Dream Life(2)

By: Becca Van

Shyann didn’t remember moving because everything after that was a haze.

She had no idea how she made it to her en-suite bathroom where she vomited violently until her stomach muscles hurt. She must have found the wherewithal to function as usual but didn’t remember rinsing her mouth or brushing her teeth, but the minty fresh taste on her tongue told her she had.

The next time she was cognizant, police were everywhere. She didn’t know if a worried neighbor had heard her screaming or if she’d called the law herself.

She was only twenty-two years old, and everything she’d held dear, the only people she’d ever loved and could depend on were gone. Murdered by some sicko for no rhyme or reason.

Her life as she knew it was over.

Chapter One

Raiden sighed as he took another sip of beer. He couldn’t get Shyann Bowler out of his mind, and from the way his brothers were frowning and sighing every now and then, they couldn’t either. He glanced at Brigg when his brother rubbed the back of his neck, before looking at Tane as he scrubbed a hand over his face.

He and his siblings had tried to engage the sexy woman in conversation when they’d been invited to a barbecue a few months back, and while Shyann had answered any question put to her, they’d been one-word responses.

He’d caught sight of her a few times in his travels while working, as well as when he and his brothers had some downtime, but every time they saw her and made a beeline for her, she’d lowered her head, a blush staining her cheeks, and hurried in the opposite direction.

He’d asked Jaylynn and Enya about her, but neither of the women knew much. Or if they did, they were keeping closed mouth about the woman he, Brigg, and Tane wanted to have a relationship with.

“What the hell are we going to do?” Brigg asked.

“About what?” Tane quirked an eyebrow, but from the knowing look in his eyes, his brother knew exactly what Brigg was talking about just like Raiden did.

“There’s nothing we can do.” Raiden leaned back in his chair, sighing again.

“Fuck that.” Brigg scowled at him.

“What are you planning, Brigg?” Tane asked. “You can’t force the woman into something she doesn’t want.”

“Who said anything about force?” Brigg snapped. “We need to find out where she works and hangs out. Then we try and appear wherever she is and hope she gives us the time of day.”

“She’s elusive as a slippery eel,” Tane said.

Raiden nodded in agreement. Shyann wasn’t supermodel gorgeous, but she was damn pretty in his mind. She had the shiniest, silkiest-looking long black hair he’d ever seen. She was of average height at around five feet six, and while she was slim to the point of almost being boyish, she still had curves. Her hips were slightly rounded, and her breasts looked quite large on her willowy frame. Her legs were toned and long, and he could just imagine how they’d feel wrapped around his waist. He quickly pushed his carnal thoughts aside when his cock started to fill with blood. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen, but there were shadows in their depths. He wanted to ask her what had made her so sad, but realized if he did, she’d likely tell him to mind his own business.

It was Friday night. After a long work week, he and his brothers usually hung out at the diner or the restaurant attached to the motel, but he was tired and wasn’t in the mood for socializing. However, if he knew where Shyann was, he wouldn’t hesitate to change his mind.

When he’d seen Shyann walking down the street late yesterday afternoon, the urge to follow her had been nearly too strong to resist, but the poor woman had already been through enough and he hadn’t wanted to frighten her. She’d been hurt by the stupid fuck who’d been after Jaylynn. He, Tane, and Brigg had been furious over her injuries. If the sheriffs and deputies hadn’t taken that fucker out, Raiden wouldn’t have hesitated to hunt the bastard down before ripping his head off his fucking shoulders. As far as he was concerned, anyone who hurt someone weaker than themselves should be locked behind bars for life.

Tane glanced at his watch, stood after draining his beer, and carried the empty bottle to the recycle bin. He turned to face his brothers. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving. We don’t have much left in the way of food, and there’s no way in hell I’m wanting to cook after we go shopping. I’m hoping the diner won’t be too full yet.”