by Lake, Brair
Ducking under his hold, I wave the key at him “I think we can keep the key Linc. I enjoy spending my lunch hour here.”
Never one to miss out on an opportunity Linc shouts down the stairs. “OK then, how about one for the road.”
“Hey Linc I’m not counting or anything. But you’ve already had several fucks this morning. And if you don’t want your cock to fall off, you need to give it a rest.”
The slap on my ass is the only indication I have, that Linc has caught up with me. For a large man, his tread is silent.
“Happy Cass.” Linc’s arm has come round my waist as we both stare at the boxes. Today was a new beginning for us both.
“One chance Linc. This is it. And if you break my trust you are gone.” Instead of answering. Linc tightens his arms round my waist, as he pulls me close to him.
“Come on Cass. Let’s go home.”
The drive home gives me time to think. To think what the future may hold. And what the past has done to us both. In a short time both of us have come a long way.
Linc may have thought the news of his condition has broken him and handled it immaturely, but I would like to think he has learnt from his mistakes. How misplaced believes were. That it takes more than semen to make him a man.
The temptation to hold his hand has me reaching out, linking our fingers. At my touch, Linc turns his head, dropping a wink and a smile in my direction. One day I will be able to look at this man, and my heart will not clench and my breathing will remain normal.
“We’re here Cass.”
“Linc What the hell are you doing!” I am sure the whole neighborhood heard my squeal as Linc heaved me into his arms.
“What does it look like Cass? I’m carrying you over the threshold. Its new beginning for you and me.” Linc finishes his sentence with a kiss on my lips. Underneath his tough exterior my bad boy biker is a soft old romantic. There goes my heart again.
Chapter 24
Life did not return to how it was before the incident with Lacey. Yet somehow Cassie and I were managing to cope. I am not sure what I was expecting. Before the move back, I had spent practically most of my free time with Cass. And in some ways. I was expecting the same kind of life we had been leading at the time.
As part of our new beginning, I redecorated the bedroom, and we still continued to go out. Just the two of us on dates. When we are at the club, Flynn continues to sniff round Cassie, and I’d get a deep urge to kill the bastard. The only person who prevents this from happening is Cass herself. Just a touch of her hand on my arm or thigh, is enough to calm me.
At every opportunity I get, I touch Cassie in front of Flynn, laying claim to what is mine. Yet whenever I look at either of them, they appeared to be sharing a secret smile. As I drew into the club yard two weeks after the move back home, Flynn was there, tinkering with his bike as he spoke to Trax.
Since the attack, Trax has recovered remarkable well, and with no aftereffects, he has resumed his training. His training with Flynn is turning him in to a better fighter. The fighter he is becoming, will be on show tonight. One of the scumbags from Black County Stewards has being found, and at this moment, is safely locked in one of the basement rooms.
“Morning Trax, Flynn.”
“Linc.”
Whilst Trax and I chatted about the upcoming fight, Flynn kept working on his bike. Occasionally he would throw in the odd comment. Otherwise he kept silent. As I studied him, my territorial feelings over Cassie set in “You will be leaving us soon Flynn?”
Unhurriedly Flynn rose from his kneeling position, wiping his oil covered hands on an old rag. “Nope. I spoke to Inferno about training down here. My next fight does not take place for six weeks, and Trax makes a great sparring partner.”
“If you two are going to have a pissing game. Take it in the ring later. There’s no time for this crap right now.” Inferno spoke from the doorway, before making his way down to join us at the bikes.
As I turn away with the intention of going into the club. Flynn grabs hold of my arm. His eyes intent as they stare directly into my soul. “Linc, Cassie loves you. I do not know why. And I am not sure if you deserve it after what you did. Just that she does. Because of Cassie’s feeling, I will not do anything to come between you too.”
Flynn’s right I do not know what I have done to deserve a second chance. After watching Cassie flirting with Flynn, it made me realize just how much I had hurt her. And how far she has come to almost forgiving me.
“Two o’clock tomorrow. The basement.” Just because Flynn has given me a pretty little speech, does not mean I want to hit him any less. The only acknowledgment I receive is a blink of his eyes, before he returns to his bike.
“Meeting in five boys.” Once he has delivered his message Inferno follows me up the steps in to the club “Everything OK Linc?”
Exasperated, I run my hand over my scalp. “Yeah. Fuck it Inferno. Things are dam delicate between Cass and me at the moment. And not only that. We go for our first treatment this week. So things are kind of tense.” I need a drink and head straight for the bar.
“You sure you want that.” Inferno’s hand is on top of mine as I hold the bottle in my fist.
“Fuck it. Who the fuck do you think you are. My mother?” With a large swallow I empty the bottle of beer. The cool amber liquid hitting the lining in my stomach, as the taste of the beer explodes against the back of my throat. “Fuck, I need a whisky.”
“Meeting Linc. And you need a clear head.” I now have the whisky bottle in my hand as Inferno strolls towards the meeting room. With a disgusted sigh at myself, and the bottle. I turn and join the brothers.
“OK, we all know what’s happening tonight. Trax are you ready for this?”
“Yeah Prez, Flynn has being training me hard.”
The air in the meeting is alive and vibrant. Anticipation is running through everyone’s bodies. Their postures alluding to something big is going down. Their bodies are pumping with adrenaline. I know this, because mine is too. The next battle in our war against Black County Stewards is taking place tonight.
Normally on a Saturday night the girls would spend it at the club. However because we will be performing club business tonight, it has being arranged for them to go out clubbing. Fraggle, and Kent are chosen to tag along with them, ensuring that they do not get into any trouble.
As fights go, this will be a fair one, although none of the governing rules will apply or be enforced. The winner will be the last man standing. Also no money is to exchange hands. After all the only supporters present will be for Trax. This fight is not about money it’s about retribution.
“OK Trax, Flynn make your way downstairs. We will join you soon. Crabby, Sundance go prepare One Owner.”
The room we are using is cold and drab. Industrial concrete covers the floor. And the walls are stripped back to their brick work. In the middle of the room there’s an old boxing ring. After the fight. The old base will be disposed and replaced.
Fudge and I stand at the door, watching as the room begins to fill. As the bikers pass us, they place their cells until after the fight on table beside the door. The fight is neither to be interrupted with unwanted calls nor will any of the spectators be able to record the fight. Once we have disposed of the base after tonight. There will be no evidence of what occurred. Just the occasional whisper in the wind alluring to this episode.
“That’s everyone.” Fudge’s voice has me scrutinizing the packed room. Trax, our recently promoted prospect has a good turnout for his first fight.
“OK lets close the doors and then the nights proceeding can begin.”
Twiggy and another member take over our position at the door, while Fudge and I make our way over to Inferno, Dec and Tabby. A couple of minutes later Crabby and Sundance appear with One Owner. The bewildered look on his face gives me satisfaction. This bastard and three of his ilk from Black County Steward had nearly beaten and broken Trax. Tonight, he is going to receive his reward.
As One Owner makes his way to the ring, the crowd breaks out in a loud chorus of obscene sounds. The jeering changing to one of cheering when Trax makes his appearance with Flynn.
Slowly as they make their way to the ring, Trax receives back slaps, fist thumps and encouragements. Soon he is standing in front of his club’s President. Tonight he is not the son of Dante “Inferno” Page. Instead he is just another member of Devil’s Comfort MC. Brotherhood.
With one last look at Trax, I turn towards Inferno. “You sure you can keep this quiet from Baby Blu?”
A sheepish grin passes over the President’s face. “Yeah.”
When the two fighters have stripped down to just their boxers, Fudge jumps into the ring.
“Brothers, as you know, Trax was attacked a couple of weeks back. And if it hadn’t being for that mangy dog Maisie, he would not be with us today. Tonight we are going to extract punishment Devil’s Comforts way. And the first perpetrator is One Owner.”
Again another uproar of emotions fills the room. Amongst the noise is the excited barking of Maisie. The stray dog has become the clubs mascot and Trax’s new pet. With a wave of his hands and arms. Fudge once more takes control of the room, waiting patiently as everyone settles down.
“Brothers let the fight begin!”
The fight is slow to begin with as each opponent eyes the other, pacing round the ring. Quickly One Owner throws a punch which is deflected by Trax, then he throws another. This time it’s Trax who makes contact with a right swing to One Owners shoulder. For the first ten minutes or so Trax plays with the enemy. However it’s not long before the fight turns bloody and the sound of flesh pounding on flesh fills the room.
Trax does not restrict his movements to his fist. Soon his feet are brought into play and he begins to make contact to the left side of One Owners body. As the fight begins to escalate, the cheering in the room becomes deafening.
Testosterone is pumping in the air and I find I am not unaffected and join in. Both bodies are showing signs of the fight. With a jab to his opponents face, One Owner drops to the floor. Cautiously we wait for him to stand. Just as he straightens his body Trax raises his leg and kicks him in the side. Again causing One Owner to sway and fall to the ground.
Each time the Black County Steward member stood, Trax would inflict another blow. His body is becoming limp, as the sound of broken bone filled the room. The end was drawing near and everyone waited to see how the fight would finish. As One Owner crawled on to his knees. His head hanging low. Trax made his final blow. With a swift kick to his chin, One Owner toppled backwards and lay out cold.
Jubilant cheers filled the room, deafening the men as they became more exultant. Trax, whose body has also taken another beating, is raised high above the crowd.
Tabby, Dec and Twiggy swiftly clear the room of all spectators. The only people left are Inferno, Fudge, Crabby, Sundance and myself. Carefully we make our way over to the prone body. The body in front of us is unrecognizable. Fudge lent down to take his pulse.
“He left him alive.”
Poor bastard was not going to be able to eat or talk for a while. But he would live. His body may be broken. But Trax had decided to let him live.
Walking in the direction his son has taken, Inferno left us. “Crabby, Sundance, dump the body, ring emergency and dispose of the phone.” After leaving the instructions, Fudge and I left to join Inferno and Trax.
Fuck, One Owner has given Trax a work out that once more has left him a mass of bruises and cuts. His eye is swollen, and he is nursing a hand which has being strapped.
“Trax if you keep this up you’re going to lose your pretty looks.”
Weakly he lifts his head in my direction, attempting to smile through his split lip. “One down and three to go VP.”
“Oh, and what are you going to tell Baby Blu.”
Twiggy has joined us, and he is one who answers. “The kid and I are going away for a couple of weeks.” With his head pointed in the direction of Flynn. “Flynn will join us and continue with Trax’s training.”
As soon as Trax is bandaged up and given a couple of painkillers, he and Twiggy leave the compound on Twiggy’s Harley with Trax riding pillion.
“Do you think he made the right call?”
Inferno’s jade eyes fall on to mine. “Fuck it Linc. He’s my son. But yeah, I think he made the right call.”
The aroma of smoked wood, has me turning towards the yard at the back of the club. From where I am standing I can see the bonfire, as it burns bright in the darkness of the night. Downers are bummers and that’s how I’m feeling now that the fight is over. To ease the disquiet that has filtrated my body. I grab a bottle of whisky before joining the rest of the club to watch the flames as tonight’s entertainment is destroyed.
Chapter 25
“Whose idea was it that Fraggle and Kent tag along?” When Linc suggested that I have a night out with Baby Blu and Rayven I did not realize he had intended for the two newest members to join us.
Both women just gave a shrug of their shoulder as they continued to move their bodies in time to the music.
“Forget about them and let’s have some fun.”
“Does Inferno know what you’re wearing Baby Blu?” Tonight she has pulled out all the stops, and is wearing a body hugging electric blue dress which shows off her body at its best.
“Nope, waited till he had gone. Then got changed.” With a twirl and a shake of her pert round bum at us, as she laughs. “What about you Cassie, you’re smoking. … and I do not believe Linc let you out looking like that.”
Smoothing my hands down the leather vest I am wearing with its matching leather skirt, which flares at my hips. I did my own twirl. The stiletto shoes adding height to my legs.
“Thank goodness I do not have to watch what I wear.” Rayven’s comment has both Baby Blu and me laughing harder. If Tabby could see what the minx was wearing he would have her over his knee and locked in her room. The red number, which shows off her flat stomach and perfect high breasts, left her shoulders bare and finished mid-thigh. Each time she twirled, the flared skirt would raise, giving a flash of the red panties she is wearing.
It’s not long before we are joined by a couple of men. One of whom made his way direct to Rayven and placed his hands on her hips. Instead of rebuffing him. Rayven moved in closer to wiggle her hips against his body. Tonight Rayven is letting her hair down and began to flirt with the young man.
“Having fun Rayven?” The dark haired girl looked up at us. Her eyes glazed with happiness.
“Sure am. No Papa Bear to watch me tonight.” Her reference to Tabby produces another fit of laughter from Baby Blu and me.
It was not much longer before Fraggle and Kent joined us on the dance floor. Uncertain what was going to happen next, I took hold of Kent’s hand and swayed my body in front of his. While Baby Blu went to grab Fraggle.
Somehow Fraggle evaded Baby Blu and ended up standing in front of Rayven. And my question from earlier is answered. Baby Bear has not escaped Papa Bear after all.
Turning back to my dance partner, I catch Baby Blu’s wink as she shrugs her shoulders and continues to dance with someone else.
“Hey mister move on. The lady’s with me.” Wow, Papa Bear has most definitely put the guard dogs on duty tonight.
“Fraggle, it’s OK. We’re only dancing.”
“Rayven return to the table.” Fraggle’s tone has me looking over my shoulder.
“Too late Fraggle. Tables gone.”
“Fuck.”
The frustrated tone and the way Fraggle has placed his body between Rayven and her partner tells me things are not going well. Kent then proceeds to take a step in Rayven’s direction. Only to have his path blocked by Baby Blu, who laid her hand on his arm.
The tabular of people have come to a standoff, and it’s Baby Blu who finally breaks the silence. “Rayven tell him to scarper.” The last is said as she points her head at the stranger. For a moment I thoug
ht Rayven was going to obey the request. Especially when a mutinous look crosses over her face.
With another mutinous look, Rayven takes hold of the hand of the stranger to move away from our circle, and continues with her mini rebellion. “Rayven do not.” Fuck, we are out with two newbies. Who want to prove themselves, and this could turn ugly. Somehow the situation has to be curtailed.
Again both Baby Blu and I try to draw Rayven away from her dance partner. However she’s happy to continue to dance with him. As Rayven continues to ignore our request, Kent has had enough, and he makes a grab for his sister’s arm. A move which she sidesteps. At the same time as Kent went for his sister, Fraggle takes a step towards the fucker who hasn’t sense to leave. A shove from Fraggle, has the stranger stumbling into the crowd dancing besides to us.