Free Road to Destiny (Scorpio Stinger MC Book 5) by Jani Kay Page A

space and even though I felt a desperate urge to go find him, I resisted.
    When Ryder was ready to be with me again he would be the one to seek me out. I just had to be patient and wait for him to come to me. He always did, and that knowledge alone gave me comfort.
    I pulled on my sneakers and decided to go for a walk in the yard the only place I was allowed to go to be outdoors. It was almost like being in prison, in the concrete area surrounded by ugly buildings.
    I sucked in a deep breath as I stepped outside. It was the place where barbecues, parties, and celebrations were usually held. Where all the brothers and their women got together to have fun. It was also the place from where Jamie had been abducted. Even in the heart of the club building it wasn’t necessarily safe, but hell, I’d take my chances to stretch my legs and get some exercise.
    “Hey, Jade, how ya doing?”
    I’d recognize that strong Australian accent anywhere. I spun around to face Logan, happy for some company.
    Ratbag’s brother had the same features as him, and for a second it was as if my old friend stood in front of me. Of all the bikers, I’d connected best with Ratbag and I missed him now that his cheery face wasn’t around and never would be again.
    “Hey, Logan. How you doing?” I said, trying my best to imitate his accent but failing miserably.
    Logan laughed. “You’re cute, but your accent sucks.”
    I shrugged. “I’m always fascinated when my cousin Rebecca speaks with her Aussie accent, and I’ve tried to sound like her since we were kids. I guess I’d better give it up if you’re honest enough to tell me I suck at it.”
    Logan looked flustered. “No, I didn’t mean it like that at all. But I’m fascinated with your Californian accent, so what I really mean is that I prefer to hear you speak with your native twang.”
    “Okay, it's a deal then. But promise you’ll teach me some of the Aussie slang. I used to laugh my head off when Ratbag told me some of the funny things Australians say.”
    At the mention of Ratbag’s name, Logan’s face fell, but it only lasted for a few seconds before he smiled sweetly. “Yeah, I miss the fucker. He was always the larrikin.”
    “See? There’s one of those Australian words. I have no idea what it means.”
    “Ahhh . . . larrikin means a mischievous type of person who makes you laugh.”
    “Yeah, that describes Ratbag. I miss him, too. He had such a gentle heart, even when he pretended to be tough.”
    I stared at Logan for a minute. He was a handsome surfer boy, tanned and muscled with a wholesome glow about him and not a tattoo in sight. He had women falling over him. I’d heard the evidence of his threesome through the thin walls, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
    “So Logan, why are you still here at the club? I don’t mean to be rude, but you don’t really fit into this whole biker thing. You should be out there surfing the waves, not hanging around here.”
    Logan ran a hand through his blond locks and pushed his hair off his face. “I know. But believe it or not, I feel as if I fit in here even though I’m from another country and not a biker. The guys are just so welcoming, giving me my own room until I find my feet again.”
    “Yeah, they’ve always been good like that. They like collecting people like stray cats,” I said, bemused by Logan’s sentiment. Must be how Ryder felt when he had nowhere to go as a kid.
    “Do you surf?” His gentle blue eyes brightened up. “I mean, being a Californian girl I’m sure you can handle some mean waves.”
    I laughed. “Actually, to be honest, I haven’t been out on the waves for a very long time. My brother, Harrison, and I used to go surfing all the time, but then he threw himself into his work and I just lost inspiration to go by myself. But hey, when we’re allowed out of the prison again maybe you and I should go and hit some waves, yeah?”
    Logan grinned. “That would be awesome. I’d love to hang