South Coast Brothers: Part One

by Hamford, Kacey

  “Ah, yes. She’s been different lately.”

  “Different how?”

  “Moodier, out all hours. I’m worried she may get kicked out. She doesn’t do a lot around here much anymore.”

  “Oh. I better go and see if I can find out what’s bothering her.” He nodded, turned around and walked away. His jeans hanging low on his hips, his biker boot laces dragging on the floor as he walked.

  “Knock, knock,” I called out as I pushed Daisy’s door open. My mouth hung open at the state of the place. There was clothes scattered over the floor, empty drink bottles laying around and dirty plates piled up on her dressing table. She was laying faced down in her bed, blonde hair scattered across the pillow and a leg sticking out under the duvet. I walked towards the window and pulled open the curtains and pushed the window open, this room needed fresh air. I started cleaning up her room, figuring that the noise would wake her up.

  “What the hell?” she moaned and turned over in bed. She locked eyes with me. “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to see you. How are you?” I threw the empty beer bottles into a bin, she flinched at the noise. I’m guessing she had one hell of a hangover. I sat on the edge of her bed. “So? How are you?”

  “Fine.” She pulled herself up to lean against the headboard and she stared at me. “What?”

  “You’re not fine. What have you been up to? Where have you been going?”

  “Oh, so that’s why you’re here? The VP’s Old Lady called you.”

  “Cammie was concerned for you. Where have you been going every night?”

  “It’s none of your business.” She threw the covers off and climbed out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, tripping over clothes and shoes. I waited until she was done. “You still here?”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You soon will, when your family needs you.” She riffled through her drawers until she found a pair of jogging bottoms and a hoody, she slipped her feet into some flip flops and opened her bedroom door.

  “You’re my family.” She scoffed at what I said and walked out of the room. I followed her into the bar area and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Blade with Tegan and Cammie with Liam.

  “Of course, you had to bring them with you,” she said pointing at the kids. “Parading them around in front of me. Showing me what I’ll never have… Why do you always get everything you want and I get nothing.”

  “Everything I want?” I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me. I got close to her, I didn’t want everyone to hear us. “I never wanted my husband to be killed in front of me, I never wanted to be part of an MC. I never asked to have a hysterectomy at twenty six and I never wanted my sister to go off the rails.”

  “I lost my husband too!” she screamed, tears running down her face.

  “I know,” I softly spoke as I went to put my arms around her.

  “No. I don’t need you.” She pushed me away. “I don’t need anyone.” I watched her head for the door and as I went to go after her Blade called out;

  “Sugar? You ok?”

  “Yeah, I need to follow her. I need to talk to her some more.” I was looking between him and the door, I didn’t want to lose her, I needed to find some way to help her.

  “Let’s take the bike.” I looked over his shoulder at the kids. “Cammie and Ashlyn have got them.” I nodded and we made our way quickly to his bike.

  “What is she doing?” I said aloud as we sat on Blade’s bike watching Daisy sitting on a park bench. She hadn’t moved for over half an hour. “I need to go talk to her.” Blade started moving and I placed my hand on his arm. “I need to go alone.”

  “Ok, sugar. I’ll be here waiting.”

  “You don’t have to wait, Daisy has her car.” I pointed towards the red Astra parked only a few spaces away from us.

  “I’m waiting.” I nodded, there was no use in arguing with him. I handed him my helmet and kissed him quickly. “Love you.”

  “Love you too.” I walked away from him, down some steps and across the grass until I was sitting next to Daisy on the park bench.

  “What do you want?” She sighed, looking out straight ahead of her as a woman walked past with two children.

  “Talk to me.”

  “Ok, what do you wanna talk about?” She looked at me briefly before looking away again.

  “Daisy…” She held her hand up to stop me talking. I looked around us and saw a young, blonde, pregnant woman walk by us. A little boy was playing on the slide and a couple of other children were running around chasing each other. It made me smile that one day that would be my kids. I turned back to talk to Daisy and she had disappeared. I looked all around and couldn’t see her anywhere. I hurried back over to where Blade was.

  “You ok, sugar?”

  “Did you see where she went?” I panted, I was so unfit. I needed to add cardio training into my workouts as well as yoga. He shook his head. “I was just looking around and when I turned back she was gone.”

  “Let’s get back to the kids.” He passed me my helmet and I climbed on the bike behind him.

  Blade

  Heather was feeling annoyed and frustrated, she came here to help Daisy, to talk to her and all she had done was shut her out. She would disappear early in the mornings and not come back until really late or sometimes not at all.

  “I think it’s time to go back home.” Heather sighed, she sounded defeated. “She won’t talk to me, she won’t let me help. There’s nothing more I can do.” I pulled her in close to me, I enjoyed nothing more than having Heather pressed up against me in bed. My arm was underneath her neck and her head and hand were on my chest.

  “Ok, sugar.” I kissed the top of her head. “You stay there. I’ll get their milk.” I pointed towards the babies. She smiled, pulled the duvet up to her chin and closed her eyes.

  I walked into the kitchen and Mason and Cammie were in there, Cammie was sitting at the breakfast bar while Mason was making coffee.

  “Morning,” I grumbled.

  “Hi, how’s Heather?” Cammie asked.

  “Not great, we’re heading home today. Daisy doesn’t want to be helped and it’s upsetting Heather being here.”

  “Oh, I was hoping you were going to stay longer. I miss you all,” she pouted.

  “Yeah, about that…” I measured the powder babies’ milk and put it in the bottles while I was waiting for the kettle to boil. “How do you fancy coming back for a few days? Ashlyn too?”

  “Oh, I would love that,” she chirped, clasping her hands together. Mason turned around and looked at her. “Babe, you don’t mind. Do you?”

  “I’m not overly happy about it,” he complained. I poured the hot water into the bottles. Cammie jumped off her stool and stood in front of Mason who was sipping on his coffee cup.

  “It’ll only be for a few days. Heather needs me.”

  “Fine, but Drake goes with you.”

  “We don’t need a prospect with us, we’ll have Blade,” she dismissed it and I could see the fury building on VP’s face.

  “Cammie,” he warned.

  “Fine, ok... I’m going to tell Ashlyn, then I need to pack.” She rushed over to the kitchen door and as she was about to leave I called out,

  “Let’s surprise Heather later.” She nodded, blew VP a kiss and walked out of the room.

  “Thanks, man,” VP groaned at me.

  “What?” The bottles were cooler now and the babies would probably be awake by now.

  “I have to be separated from my girl now. Not happy.”

  “I’m sure your dick can cope for a couple of days,” I chuckled as I walked towards the door with the bottles in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

  “Don’t think it can, man.” He scratched his stubble with his hand.

  “You’ve always got a hand.” I winked and left him to his sulking.

  We had the car loaded with the kids and bags and we were ready to leave.

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sp; “You ready, sugar?” I snaked my arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.

  “You know I can’t leave without saying goodbye to Cammie and Ashlyn. It’s bad enough that Daisy isn’t here.” She pushed my arms off her and was about to walk back into the clubhouse when Cammie and Ashlyn came walking out pulling suitcases behind them.

  “What’s going on? You both going somewhere?” Heather looked confused.

  “We’re coming to stay for a few days.” Cammie told her. Heather, Ashlyn and Cammie all screamed in excitement and the suitcases were forgotten about as they all hugged. Drake and I picked up their bags and placed them in the boot of Ashlyn’s car.

  “I can’t believe you’re coming to stay. It’s going to be so much fun, we’ll have girly nights, dvds, popcorn…”

  “Pizza for me.” Drake said. Heather looked at him with her head tilted to the side.

  “Drake has to come,” Cammie stared saying. “Mason wasn’t happy about me leaving.” She looked over her shoulder and winked at the VP.

  “Cammie, get that sexy ass over here!” he shouted, she slowly walked towards him and she squealed when he grabbed her by the waist and claimed her mouth.

  “Come on, sugar. Get in.” I held the door open for her and she stood by the car looking at me.

  “You arranged this, didn’t you?”

  “Of course.” I held her hand and wrapped it around my neck. I grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her until she was sitting on the bonnet of the car. She looked sexy as hell in her cut off shorts, sandals and vest top, her brown wavy hair was flowing over her shoulders. I stepped in between her legs, closer to her body and rained kisses all over her face, she let out a happy giggle and I was always satisfied knowing that I could make her happy.

  “Ok, everyone. Let’s go!” I called out. I pulled Heather off the car, kissed her and she climbed in and started the engine. VP was reluctant to let Cammie go but after she whispered something to him, his face lit up and he kissed her once more. He was definitely pussy whipped.

  I took off down the road, followed by Heather, then Ashlyn’s car and Drake kept close behind them. I was glad to be going home. I missed my bed.

  Blade

  I walked into the clubhouse after being away for five days. It was quiet, the only person around was Roxy, who was behind the bar. I walked up to her.

  “Where’s everyone?”

  “Church,” she smiled at me.

  “Fuck!” I swore, turned on my heel and headed to the church room. I didn’t bother knocking, I just walked in. The room went quiet and all eyes were on me.

  “Sorry, boss, didn’t know we had a meeting.” I sat in my usual chair and waited for him to carry on.

  “Bump, I asked you to contact him.” Prez said. I swung my gaze to Bump, who always sat in the back corner. His usually bushy beard was trimmed tidier today and he had a shirt on under his cut. Strange.

  “Sent him a message, Prez.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen, no messages, no notifications, nothing.

  “No messages received. Sorry, boss. Did I miss much?”

  “We just started, it’s been a slow couple of days. Agenda one, we have a large stag party at Skins tomorrow night. Privately booked the entire club, I’m gonna need at least four of you down there. Sort it out among yourselves. Agenda two, I’ve heard word that the Satan MC are back up and running, CG see what you can find out. Thought we killed all the fuckers. Agenda three, Blade, we got something for you. Meet me and VP out the front in ten minutes.” He slammed the gavel down and we all disappeared out of the room.

  I walked straight to the bar. “Whiskey,” I demanded. Roxy made quick work of it and I downed the whiskey in one and made my way outside to wait for the Prez and VP. Were they finally letting me in on their secret? I felt happier knowing that I might have some concrete information for the police soon. I didn’t want to run out of time and risk being separated from Heather and the kids.

  I was leaning against my bike when Prez and VP strolled out. I stood up straighter, waiting to hear my instructions.

  “Follow us.” Prez said as he climbed on his bike and took off down the road, VP followed him and I fell in line with the pair of them.

  We had been riding for about twenty minutes, I wasn’t sure where we were headed and all the roads looked the same. Trees lined loads of the roads in Devon. Prez pulled up in front of what looked like an abandoned cottage surrounded by fields. I parked my bike next to theirs and they nodded to follow them in. I looked around to see if I recognised where I was and to see if there were any people around. It was completely deserted and I didn’t have a clue where we were.

  I walked in through the rickety old door, bending slightly so I didn’t hit my head. Inside, the rooms were old, dusty and there was beams overhead. It was empty inside and I walked into the room straight ahead, there was an old unused fireplace and a table and chairs. Prez was sitting at the table and VP had his back to me. As I walked closer, VP turned around and punched me in the face, I was dazed as I didn’t expect that. Once I could focus he hit me again, this time knocking me off my feet. VP bent down grabbed the front of my cut and pulled me until I was sitting in a chair, my head rolled to the side. He stripped my cut off me.

  “You don’t deserve to wear this.” VP spat in my face. I closed my eyes and once the dizziness stopped, I straightened my head and opened my eyes. Prez and VP were both standing in front of me with their guns out.

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked, I went to pull my hands up to run them over my face and I realised my hands were tied behind my back to the chair.

  “That’s exactly what we want to ask you.” Prez snarled. “You look confused, let me clarify. We got followed by the police, luckily after the shipment was delivered, then you disappear for five days when we announce we have a rat among us. Nothing fishy has happened since you’ve been gone.”

  “You think I’m the rat? I didn’t even know about the drug shipment,” I yelled, which earnt me another punch to the face, I could already taste blood coming off my split lip.

  “Who you working for Blade?” Prez yelled as he paced the small room in front of me.

  “No one. I’m a Devon Destroyer patched member, we don’t rat on our own. We live and breathe for the club. We die for the club, we don’t rat. This has been drummed in to me.”

  “What about those Cornish Crusaders?” VP asked.

  “What about them?” I looked around for an escape route, there looked like there was a back door in the corner of the room, this place was old so I reckon with a bit of force I could kick it in, that would only work if I could get my hands untied and they left me alone.

  “You’ve been with them quite a bit recently.” Prez stated.

  “I don’t talk club business, I was there for my Old Lady these past few days.”

  “So, who you working for?” Prez asked.

  “I work for the Devon Destroyers.” VP came at me and I took a hit to the stomach, I gasped as it took my breath away, a hot sensation erupted through my body and I had to fight not to throw up.

  “Let me ask again, who are you working for?”

  “You, Prez.” VP came at me again this time kicking me in the chest, causing my chair to fall over and smash as it was so rickety. My hands loosened and I pulled them out, I looked up and Prez and VP were both standing in front of me pointing their guns straight at my head. I put my hands up in surrender. I could feel blood trickling down the side of my head.

  “I swear to you, I am no rat. I didn’t know anything about a drug run. If you remember, I’ve only been back with the club a few short weeks. I get told jack shit.” I used the bottom of my t-shirt to wipe the blood off the side of my face. It was no use, I think I need stitches.

  “If we find out that it was you, not only will you die, but you will sit and watch while I torture and kill your whole family.”

  “Well then we haven’t got a problem as it wasn’t me,” I stated. I saw the Pre
z nod subtly at VP and all I saw was a boot coming my way.

  I stumbled into my house a few hours later, all the lights were off and I tried to be quiet. I needed some water and aspirin for this blinding headache I had. I swore as I tripped over a kids’ toy and fell into the kitchen worktop.

  “Blade?” I turned around and saw Drake standing there. Shit, I forgot he was staying here and sleeping on the sofa. “You ok, man?” He turned the kitchen light on and I winced at the brightness. I must have passed out when I saw VP’s boot coming for me. They did me over good, I had pain shooting through my back, in my neck, head and stomach.

  “Shit,” he swore coming closer. “Sit down.” He pulled out a kitchen chair and pushed me to sit down.

  “I’m ok, I just need some aspirin.”

  “Your eyebrow is bleeding,” he said as he passed me a kitchen towel to press against it. “I’m gonna go get Heather.”

  “No!” I stood up and winced at how much it hurt. “I don’t want her to know.”

  “She’s gonna know, man. You won’t heal overnight.” He placed a glass of water and aspirin on the table in front of me and I sat down again slowly. “Who did this?”

  “Prez and VP.”

  “Holy shit, man. Why?” He leant his hip against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “They think I ratted.”

  “Well, didn’t you?”

  “Not yet. I don’t have any information for the police.”

  “Kade? Drake?” I heard Heather’s voice and slammed my hand down on the table in frustration when I tried to turn around. Pain shot all through my body and I didn’t want to cry out.

  “Come on in, sugar.” I knew the moment she was standing in front of me as I heard her gasp. She fell to her knees and cupped my face in her hands. I screwed my face up in pain.

  “What the hell happened?”

  “Club business,” Drake and I said at the same time.

  “Let me see.” She pulled the towel away from my head. “We need to get you to the hospital, you need stitches. Let me just grab some clothes.” I grabbed her hand before she disappeared.