"Where's "Home"?"

Bain:

“Yeah. I needed a break, so here I am.” Smiling brightly, stepping slowly towards Goldy Locks allowing her horse to smell my hand with a nip of its teeth, pulling back my hand sucking on the spot it bit down.

“Motherfucking Trot Shitter.” Rason snarled darkly with me, shaking out the stinging pain that radiated along my palm.

“I’m sorry. He’s normally quiet gentle.” Goldy Locks patted the horses neck, whispering something as she sat back with a quick adjustment of her posture.

“What do expect from a “bear”.” The other woman laughed lightly as her horse neighed and drifted around in a circle, stomping its hoofs along the paved roadway.

So much for that plan.

“Mama, stop. He’s just trying to be friendly.” Goldy Locks smiled softly as “Mama” and I guess the gentleman being “Dad”, shared a curious expression between them, turning their gazes back to me.

“Quit “Yacking” and find out why they smell like Elicia.” My bear was pissing me off more by the second, fighting to keep a straight face as the wolves began to grow suspicious.

“Excuse my rudeness. I didn’t mean to cause any problems.” Nodding to them politely, but silently cussing a storm as the driver door swung open smoothly with a “sad smile” to Goldy Locks.

“Wait. We didn’t mean to be rude. What’s your name young man?” The gentleman smiled politely as his wife and daughter shared a perplexed expression.

Never had a mother-daughter duo before.

Can’t give them my real name, because they probably have been informed of my brother’s attack and possibly already figured out, I’m not in the States.

“Rason Ursa.” Leaning my arm casually along the door frame, smelling the sweet scent of the rich leather as they silently conversed before returning their gazes at me.

“Have you eaten?” The woman asked softly as her horse neighed and bucked its head at a passing truck with a short honk as a warning.

Dancing inside, feeling my body tingle with dark anticipation as I nodded “no” to her question.

“Well, today is your lucky day young man. Follow us back to the villa, Maxine and Sue prepared more than enough to feed you before you continue your adventure through our beautiful landscapes.

“Thank you. That would be awesome.” Placing a foot inside the vehicle as they motioned to their horses to turn slowly with the reigns.

“Oh, I’m John by the way.” He called out over his shoulder as they took off through the field with the horses in a graceful gallop, pulling out onto the roadway as they disappeared over the rolling hills with the cobblestone driveway clicking and crunching under the tires.

Parking just past the entrance way, noticing how peaceful the villa felt sitting against the manicured lawn with sprawling fields of green grass and horses roaming freely with swishing tails of contempt.

Jumping back as sharp taps sounded from the window with a smiling “Goldy Locks” staring with those strange gray orbs. Opening the door with a dark chuckle, frowning internally as wet dog overtook the fresh rain scent that gently lingered in the air.

“I didn’t mean to spook you.” She laughed softly, motioning to follow her to a side door encased by a blanket of ivy, clinging to the weathered cedar pergolas.

“Not so much “spooked” more like surprised.” Trying to contain my harsh monolog that brewed inside, stepping into the rustic kitchen as fresh coffee and bacon slapped me violently into submission.

Sitting at the hand scraped bistro, watching “Mom” and “Dad” play handsy as they prepared a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and hash browns with a pipping mug of “turbo charged” coffee.

Groaning internally at the “Lovey-Dovey” display as Goldy Locks bustled around the kitchen, swaying her juicy ass in the air as she dug through the industrial side-by-side refrigerator.

“Here you go, young man.” Sue placed the steaming plate of goodness in front of me with the steaming mug of richness.

“Anything else?” She asked softly, looking over her shoulder as “Goldy Locks” placed different ingredients on the island, swiftly grabbing various spices and seasonings.

“No. This looks really good.” Forking a few eggs with a piece of bacon, humming in delight as the fluffy eggs rolled and warmed my tongue with the salty burst of the bacon, flushing it down with a hearty swig of black richness.

“So, how long you planning on “vacationing”?” John asked with his arms crossed, holding his mug of coffee in his hand with a curious smirk.

Wiping my mouth with a napkin before responding, which he didn’t need to know “What the FUCK” I was planning with my so called “vacation”.

“Not sure. I guess when I grow tired of my travels, I’ll return home.” Taking another bite of eggs with toast.

“Where’s “home”?” Goldy Locks chirped happily as she chopped onions and carrots with a delicate hand, swiping the blade along her apron to clear the residue left over from the vegetables.

“Drumroll please.” Rason laughed darkly, flinching at his timbered voice as the “wolves” stared at me humorously.

“Georgia, but I travel a lot for the family business.” Pushing the empty plate away, sipping the cooled coffee with a satisfied grumble.

“This is a beautiful place you have here.” Pointing around the kitchen, knowing they couldn’t afford something so lavish.

“Actually, we just work here. It’s owned by the Nightshade Brothers.” Goldy Locks looked up from her prepped beef chunks as she filled a pot with water at the chefs gas range behind her.

“Oh. I hope I didn’t insult you?” Smirking darkly behind my mug as they bustled around the kitchen, preparing different things with bright smiles.

“Not at all. Maxine, why don’t you show Rason around. I’m sure he would like to stretch his legs for a little before hitting the open road again.” Sue looked over her shoulder with a wink to her daughter as she washed her hands quickly, removing the apron.

Nodding to them with a smile, following behind that juicy ass as it swayed and jiggled beneath her tight jeans, topped with a green and white flannel.

Walking at a steady pace as she showed me the living room and several other rooms, noticing the long corridor with five dark oak doors and polished gray marble flooring.

“What’s down there?” Pointing to the hallway as she looked over her shoulder at my gesture.

“Oh, that’s the brothers bedrooms and their friend Elicia’s room at the very end.” She kept walking as we reached an old solarium with hanging ferns and bright colorful flowers potted in large mosaic planters.

“This is my favorite spot of the house.” She pointed out to the panoramic view of the horses grazing in the pastures with little foals, jumping around on their scrawny legs as their mothers nudged them gently.

Besides the overly green fields and gloomy skies, it reminded me of back home growing up with Peyton in the fields. Rounding up cattle and wild mustangs that our family raised for auction. The oil fields were our “gold”, but the ranch was our livelihood daily.

“Agreed.” Sighing heavily as she sat down on a burgundy upholstered chair, facing out towards the fields as she motioned for me to sit.

Examining the quiet house behind me, noticing they were very laxed in security with a single security panel at the main entrance. Sliding into the opposite chair as a door clicked loudly with rushed footsteps as my blood ran cold like an IV of liquid nitrogen had been inserted.

“Fried “Nuts” for a thousand, Alex.” Rason mocked in laughter as Desmond Nightshade disappeared towards the kitchen.

Looking over to Goldy Locks as she glanced over the chair back, smiling softly.

“That’s Mr. Nightshade. The brothers adoptive father.” Gulping down the bile that creeped up the back of my throat, looking at my watch with scrunched nose.

“Thank you for the meal, but I need to be heading out.” Quickly standing to my feet, noticing the frown that ticked at her plush lips.

“Maybe next time, you can show me your room.” Brushing my finger along her cheek with a gentle kiss to her forehead as my feet carried me towards the front door with a sharp inhale as footsteps approached from behind.

Looking quickly with a heavy sigh of relief as Goldy Locks followed behind, handing me a piece of paper with a smile.

“Call me when you come back around.” She winked playfully as the door closed firmly behind, jumping in the Mercedes with a quick foot as the engine fired to life.

Nervously looking over my shoulder as Desmond stood at the kitchen window with a weird expression as the villa faded away in the rearview mirror.

“Talk about a “puckered butthole”.” Rason grumbled from the shadows as the road sped along with each mile.

Ignoring his smartass comment, thinking of my next plan to get Elicia back.