“That’s good, you’ll be back to telling your bad jokes in no time.” She jokes and Argos feigns being hurt as Lucy laughs. “I’ll move this out of your way.”
I look to what she’s talking about and see it’s the bowl of water that contains the forceps and bullet. “Don’t throw the bullet out. I want to have a look at it.” I tell her but it comes out rough and ragged.
“Cash, you told her that you forgive her.” Argos asks as I’m stitching him up. He brings the bottle of vodka up to his mouth and takes a big gulp.
“I have forgiven her, it’s hard to fucking forget! It doesn’t help that neither one of you even feel remorseful about it either. Asshole!”
“We are remorseful!” She starts to cry and I feel a hundred times worse. “I love you, and I hate that I’ve hurt you. We should have told you.” I feel like shit right now, I always seem to make her cry.
“You think saying you know is going to make me forget it? No, I forgive you Lucy, but imagine if Argos told you that I had died…” I watch as she swallows harshly and her face pales. “Then three months later, after you’ve grieved, after you’ve lost your soul you find out you were lied to. How would you feel?” She finally understands where I’m coming from. She knows that I wouldn’t have done that to someone I love, I wouldn’t have put them through it. I finish stitching his wound as he continues to drink the vodka.
***
I’m staring at this fucking bullet wondering where he learned to shoot like that. He used a rifle and by the looks of this .338mm bullet he could have been over a mile away when he shot Argos. It shows that he’s skillful with a rifle, that is if it was actually him that took the shot. Where would he have found a .338 Lapua Magnum?
I walk up the stairs to my room and see that Lucy’s lying in my bed; I thought she went into Argos’ room. He passed out not long after I finished stitching him up so I cleaned up and carried him into the room downstairs so he could sleep. When I came back into the sitting room, Lucy kissed my cheek and told me she was going to bed. I presumed it was to watch over Argos.
“Where are you going?” I hear as I’m putting on my leather jacket. I didn’t know she was awake. I look over to the bed to see her eyes wide open, staring at me. “Where are you going?”
“I need to find someone. I won’t be long.” I zip up my jacket and turn to leave when I hear her moving behind me. Turning I see her climbing out of the bed and pulling on the dress that was discarded on the floor. “What are you doing?”
She gives me a look that tells me she thinks I’m stupid. “I’m getting dressed. What does it look like?” I try and hide my smile; her sass is back in full swing. “You said, where you go, I go. So, I’m coming with.” She gives me a look that tells me that she’s ready to argue. Actually her look is daring me to argue with her.
“Fine, but where we’re going you don’t speak to anyone. Do you understand?” We’re going to see Three Fingered Tommy and that fucker is always around assholes and those assholes would love nothing more than to play with fresh pussy. That’s not going to happen, at least not with hers. “You stand next to me at all times. Don’t show fear. So you don’t look down. You also don’t stare at anyone.” I’m scaring her but she does good to hide the fear. “Come on let’s get going. The sooner I find him the better.”
I drive around his neighborhood seeing if he’s in his old hangouts but he’s nowhere to be seen. Fuck, now we’re going to have to go into Hogan’s bar. It's where the Hell Flames hang out. They’re 1% which means they abide by their own law; the law of the road. They’re not a gang but they’d would slit your throat for suggesting that. They’re an MC "Motorcycle Club". I was hoping I’d find Tommy elsewhere but it looks as though my luck isn’t in today. I just hope I don’t have to go to war with the Hell Flames. I have enough fuckers on my back and I sure as hell don’t want them on it too.
As I pull up to Hogan’s bar I spy Tommy’s car out front. Along with six custom made Harley’s, the Hell Flames are here. I reach across Lucy and open the glove compartment, reaching for the Beretta Nano. It’s a small handgun that will suit Lucy perfectly. “Remember what I said?” I wait for her to answer me.She nods and I can hear her swallow loudly, she’s nervous. I haven’t given her much other than to stand beside me. “Take this, and shoot if you need to. Run first then get into the car and drive if things go south. Do you understand?”
She’s hesitant as she takes the gun from my hand and just stares at it. I ask her again if she understands, “Yes, I understand.”
“Good, you don’t wait for me, you just drive.” She’s right behind me as soon as I get out of the car, I reach behind me and take her hand and move her so she’s beside me. “By my side.” I remind her.
“Fucking hell, look who’s crawled out of hell and decided to say hello… and looks like he’s brought fresh meat for us boys.” Bear says with a sneer and I feel Lucy move slightly and I’m proud that she hasn’t moved closer to me. She wanted to but she knows that it will show weakness. Especially as Bear is a sick motherfucker, the man is an absolute beast and a fucking scary one at that. He has a scar that starts at his eyebrow and cuts through his eye toward his top lip. I don’t know what happened and I’m sure as fuck not asking him. Word is; he got it saving the previous prez of the Hell Flames from a rival club.
I ignore him and walk toward the current president of the Hell Flames. “Thought anymore about that offer?” He asks yet again and not many can say that they’ve been asked to join a Motorcycle Club. I wouldn’t want to be a prospect and I sure as fuck couldn’t deal with these fuckers bossing my ass around without taking them out. Satan is probably the worst motherfucker in this place, he’ll kill you and have a sadistic smile as he does it. Hell, I’ve met some serious motherfuckers in this line of work. But Satan, he makes them look like teddy bears.
“No and if I do, you’ll be the first to know. How are you Satan?” I have no idea why he’s called Satan but it’s the only name everyone here knows him as, other than prez.
“I’m still breathing, I’ve got enough pussy I could drown in and I’ve got the road. There’s not much fucking else a man needs!” he licks his lips eye fucking Lucy. “Talking about pussy. She anyone’s?” Fuck, I knew that she’d get their fucking interest.
“She’s mine.” He holds his hands up in surrender with a wicked grin on his face, “I’m looking for Three-Fingered Tommy. You seen him?” I hope that he gets the message that Lucy is off limits.
He nods his head in the direction of the back room and I know that Tommy’s in a deal. Fuck knows how long he’s going to be. Satan keeps staring at Lucy with a fucking smirk on his goddamn face. “Want a drink while we wait?” I ask Lucy hoping that it may make her relax.
“Sure, sounds good.” I take Lucy’s hand and we walk up to the table where Satan and Storm, the vice president, are sitting. Storm lets out a whistle to the waitress and she nods that she’ll bring us over a drink. Storm’s one of the very few in this club that isn’t a complete dick but cross him and he wouldn’t think twice at slitting your throat. He’s six foot four and as built like a linebacker.
“Hmm, the hitman ran out of bullets huh?” Satan says with that fucking smirk of his and the rest of the guys laugh. Fucking hilarious. The waitress brings over a neat whiskey for me and vodka tonic for Lucy.
“Nope, I want information and Tommy’s got it.”
“So, the rumors are true.” Jesus, even fucking Satan knows? “What I want to know is why haven’t you told me? She’s a pretty little thing, no wonder she’s causing a stir!” Satan says. As much as these guys are dickheads and don’t respect anyone but a brother, I’ve earned their trust which is something many will never get. I stumbled across the club almost five years ago now during a hit. Which, as it turns out, I killed a fucking reporter who was looking into club business. Since then I’ve killed a few fuckers who’ve been on the wrong side of the club.
“Yep, so I’m here to see if Tommy had any new customers re
cently, especially if they’re Brazilian.”
“You mean the weasel looking fucker?” Johnny asks. The guy’s not long been patched in, but he fits right in. He’s six foot two and looks like he should be in Hollywood but his soul belongs to the devil as do the rest of the males in this place, mine included.
“Wouldn’t happen to know what he sold him would ya?” I know exactly what the fucker purchased. I just need to see what the club knows and Johnny seems real talkative.
“He sold him a .338 Lapua Magnum, for triple the price he’d charge normally. Just because the fucker is an asshole.” Yep, they know everything and he’s just confirmed what I thought. Three-Fingered Tommy is who you go to when you need something. Everyone will send you to him and if you have the right amount of cash, he’ll get you whatever you want. Johnny’s real talkative tonight.
“So, what’s this fucker done?” Bear asks looking bored as fuck.
“He shot Argos with that fucking rifle.”
“So, he’s a dead man. What else? You’re not here to see Tommy because you thought he sold the bastard the gun. What else has he done?” Fuck, I forgot how fucking smart Satan is, the fucker doesn’t miss much. He’s pissed that I’m not being straight with him.
“He kidnapped her and he’s also trafficking young girls between the US and Brazil.” The look on Satan’s face says it all, Raphael is a dead man and it just depends on who kills him. My money’s on me.
Satan leans in; looking every inch of his name “You took too many gun butts to the head if you think that meet was set up without me knowing everything.” He growls, I should have fucking known that he allowed Tommy to meet with Raphael. He owns Tommy. “Fucking Stupid! I thought you had more fucking sense. You should have got in contact, we’d have helped you.”
“Why?”
“Go next door; I’ll call you once I’ve spoken to the brothers. Also tell your girl to take her hand off her piece; I like my dick where it is.” Satan stands up and walks over to the bar closely followed by Storm, where Satan begins to fill Bear in. Bear is the enforcer; he knows the ins and outs of everything that happens in this club.
“Everyone who is not patched in leaves now.” Storm shouts and all but the six club members leave, including Lucy and myself. I take her hand and lead her into the other part of the bar, it’s deserted and the bar is empty, but we’re here until the brothers have voted.
“Hades, who are they?” I smile down to her; she remembered when we’re in public to call me Hades.
“They’re a Motorcycle Club, Hell Flames. Satan is the president.” I tell her keeping my voice down, there are a few prospects here and they keep glancing at me, probably wondering how the hell I managed to get close to their prez.
“Okay and why did we get kicked out of the bar?” She too is keeping her voice down. I know that she’ll have so many questions for when we leave that she won’t shut up on the car ride back to the safe house.
“They’re voting right now and its club business; only patched members can vote and can be let in on what’s happening. So, we sit and wait for them to make a decision.” I pick up my whiskey and down it in one swallow. I hate fucking waiting for anything. Lucy doesn’t ask anything else; she sits in silence while she drinks her vodka. Although she’s silent, she’s taking everyone in.
Not even fifteen minutes later, Johnny calls us back into the bar. Satan’s sitting at the table, his eyes on me and Lucy. His face is deadpan, he’s as good as me with masking his emotions. I wait for him to nod before I take a seat. “You’re liked among the brothers and you know I don’t allow anyone in my territory that doesn’t follow my rules. No marker, you need us, call.” That’s it, end of fucking conversation.
“Yo, Hades! Was that you today at the dockyard where the cops found some young girls?” Storm asks as he comes back and joins Lucy and I, putting Lucy back on edge. Fuck, this isn’t good. How the hell do they know about those girls already?
Chapter 11
Lucy
Still at the table in the corner by the bar, I look over at Cash talking to the group of bikers. Would I have thought that he was friends with bikers? No. Did I think he had friends outside of Argos? No. So, seeing him talking to other people was a little weird. He still had this very high wall up in front of him, and he wouldn’t let them get to close. I mean his hand was around my waist the whole time. The only reason that I’m sitting here alone is because I think they are all scared of Cash, but would never admit it.
I lean my head on the wall behind me and close my eyes for a moment. I need to be able to sleep a good night and not wake up feeling them touch me, feeling their mouths on me. How I miss sleep, how I miss my old life.
“You really shouldn’t be closing your eyes in a place like this,” I hear a woman’s voice. I open my eyes and she is standing on the other side of the table staring down at me, “these fuckers would more than happily fuck or kill you.” she adds, as she takes her sip of her beer.
I have no idea why, but I already hate her. She has this bitchiness to her that I’m really not in the mood for, “If they wanted to kill me, I think they would have done it by now.” I grab my beer off the table, I look over at Cash talking to, I want to say his name was Satan, but I really can’t remember. I mean the second we walked through the door, I zoned out of what was happening around me.
“Is he as good in bed as he looks?” I look back over at her, and her eyes are locked on Cash. He’s not noticed and continues his conversation, “Every time he came here, God I tried, but he is man that is very hard to break,.” she looks at me, “So, what is it about little miss perfect that has him hooked?” She asks and looks back over at Cash, I look over too. I choose to ignore her. I don’t know her, but I get a feeling that if she wanted to start a fight with me she would without even thinking twice about it.
“You don’t look like you fear them.” Her tone is a little less harsh this time.
“When you look the devil in the eyes, not much scares you anymore. When you close your eyes and it’s his eyes you see, you learn not to fear others.” I say, getting up I grab my beer and walk away from her. She stands and walks over to the guys.
She places her hand on Cash’s shoulder. I watch as he turns to her and moves away from her slightly, but she continues to keep her hand on him. I never thought that I would care if someone else touched Cash, but seeing her putting her hands on what is mine is making me angry, and I want her to stop.
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, as I hold my stomach. I need some pain-killers. Fuck knows how they put the tracker in me, but my insides are burning. Just holding my stomach, reminds me of that night, and what happened. Me and Argos agreed not to say anything to Cash when we did meet again, but I don’t think that it’s that easy. How do I tell the man I love, not only did I fake my death but I also lost our baby?
“What’s wrong?” Quickly opening my eyes, I see Cash looking at me, like I’m about to break, “You don’t look…”
“Nothing just tired that’s all.” I reply putting a smile on my face. His eyes watch me for a moment, and I know that it’s not worked, “Ready to go?” I ask looking behind him as everyone goes back to what they were doing, like nothing has happened.
Cash spoke to them about what is happening, and how he is planning on ending this. Which was a very simple answer, kill them. They all told him they would be there; all he has to do is call. I watch as Cash walks around me, placing his hand on my back for me to turn around and leave the bar. “What’s wrong?” Cash asks as we make our way to the car, he looks over his shoulder a few times to make sure no one is following us.
“So, who’s that girl and why is she touching you like that?” Not really the conversation I want but it’s better than what’s really going on in there.
“Jealous? Trust me, Lucy, when I say that the only woman I love is you.No one has ever, nor will have me.” Opening the door for me, “So what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, just tired tha
t’s all.” getting in the car, I close the door and watch Cash walking around the car.
“As soon as we get back, I’m going to get Argos to check over your stitches again.”
I turn to face Cash, “I think he has enough on his shoulders at the moment. Why can’t you look at it?” I ask, and look out of the window. I think back to the day in the hospital when I finally did wake up. I was hoping that Cash was the first person that I would see. But it was Argos, and the look on his face scared me. I thought something happened to Cash. When I was finally able to handle what was happening, Argos explained the plan and I thought it was good, but I knew he had something else to tell me. Then the words left his mouth and I cried. I cried that I couldn’t protect our baby that hurt me so much more.
“He knows more about the medical side of things. I do a quick fix; he can do a better job.” Cash replies pulling me out of my thoughts, and I nod my head as I continue to look out of the window. Today seems to be one long day that isn’t ending. One thing finishes, then another starts. That finishes, and then something else pops up.
“Lucy, talk to me, you’ve been quite and that’s not you. Normally you are non-stop talking.” I feel Cash’s hand on my thigh, and I look down at it. I place my hand over the top.
“Didn’t think you had any other friends other than Argos.” I turn my body as I can see him better, the light from the street lamps bring in a little light for me.
“It was Argos and I for a very long time. We met this lot about two years ago.” Cash stops the car for a moment. He looks in the rear-view mirror, his hand tenses on my leg and I don’t like that at all. Starting the car back up, “A hit went out to kill a rapist that got away with it in court. I went to kill him and I got surrounded with bikers. That was the first day in my life that I thought I wasn’t going to see the next day. Satan stopped and said that he wanted to meet me. He wanted to know who the man was that was killing people, people that were fucking assholes.” Cash takes a fast right turn, and I hold the door handle. “Anyway we spoke for a while. He said that if I wanted anything to come over and he will be there, but sometimes it ends up in a fight…” Cash stops talking grabbing hold of my seatbelt and pulls it tight around me, “Someone is following us, hold on tight.” Cash puts his foot down on the accelerator and moves between the cars.
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