by Zoey Parker
“But my job is to look out for her,” Max raged, standing up and moving back from the bar.
“No,” Henry’s voice was suddenly low and threatening. “Your job is to look out for the pack.”
Max’ heart was hammering so loudly in his chest that it was almost deafening. He looked over at Henry and saw the warning look he was giving him. Deflated he dropped back onto his stool, knowing it was more than his life’s worth to make a scene when everyone was in such a volatile mood.
“Warn her if you must,” Henry said quietly, reaching for his fresh drink. “We’ll afford you that, but nothing more. Call her and tell her to get the hell out of Colridge as fast as she can.”
Chapter Seventy-Five
Brittany sat in the bedroom she’d grown up in, with her knees drawn up to her chest. The walls, once a vibrant shade of pink had dulled to a rose-tinted hue. She could still remember the summer her Dad had painted her room for her. How even after they’d thrown the windows open wide, the house still smelled of paint for days.
“Do you like it sweetheart?” he’d asked her when he’d finished, his handsome face speckled with pink paint.
“I love it,” Brittany had gushed, beaming madly. Her bedroom had looked fit for a princess.
“It sucks,” Zack had scoffed from the doorway, his hair dyed black and hanging across his eyes like a gothic curtain.
Brittany had felt her chin start to wobble before her father enveloped her in his arms, shielding her from her brother’s dark comments. Even back then, when life was good, Zack had seemed distant and angry, as if he always knew the terrible fate which awaited them both.
“You okay?” Zack was once again in her doorway, only now he was a man instead of a boy. Although the same hidden demons seemed to dance behind his tired eyes.
“Yeah,” Brittany straightened against the wall. The narrow bed she was sitting on now seemed too small compared to the double one she had back in Colridge. Thinking of her apartment made her insides twist uncomfortably. What if she never again saw Colridge? Saw Max? As angry as she was at him, she still missed him, still loved him.
“You need to just hang tight here for a while,” Zack explained, casually leaning against the door frame. “At least until things blow over. I am so sorry for this Brittany.”
“How long will that be?”
Her brother shrugged. “Who knows?”
Brittany coughed to push against the tightness she suddenly felt in her throat. She was once again a prisoner in the family home, being held there by her brother’s will.
“I can’t stay here long,” she told him briskly. “I’ve got a job and - ”
“You need to forget all about your old life in Colridge,” Zack snapped. “It’s not safe for you there.”
Brittany blinked back tears. She couldn’t accept that everything her brother was saying was true, that Max was part of some dangerous motorcycle gang. That Max was capable of hurting people, that he may have even hurt the nice girl who worked in the bar in town.
“This is for your own good,” Zack continued. “You’ll thank me one day.”
“Hey, man. You’re out of beer,” Jameson called from the kitchen. Zack leaned back from the door to shout to his friend.
“I’ll run out and pick some more up. Are you okay to stay here?”
Brittany tensed. She knew what her brother wasn’t saying. Jameson was supposed to stay there and keep an eye on her, make sure she didn’t go running back to Colridge. But why? What weren’t they telling her?
“I’ll come with you,” she dropped off the bed and dusted herself off.
“No,” Zack swiftly extended his palm towards her, his expression severe. “You stay here, where it’s safe.”
“Zack, you’re being ridiculous - ”
“Brittany, just do as I say. Okay?” an edge had crept into her brother’s voice, which made Brittany slowly sit back down on the bed. She was starting to question who exactly she should be fearing.
“I’ll be back in like twenty minutes,” Zack was reaching into the pockets of his jeans, checking how much cash he had on him. “In the meantime, Jameson is here if you need anything.”
“Am I a prisoner here, Zack? Again? Really?”
“No,” Zack scoffed at the question. “Of course not.”
“But I can’t leave.”
“Brittany,” he sighed and took a step into her room. His face was softer now, as too was his voice. He once again looked took on the role of the concerned brother. “You saw what Max’s club did to Jameson? I’m just trying to keep you safe, you have to be able to see that.”
Brittany nodded.
“Good,” Zack reached forward and ruffled her hair the way he used to do when they were kids. Brittany couldn’t help but smile fondly at the gesture.
“Sit tight, and I’ll be back before you know it.”
Sitting once again on her bed with her back against the wall, Brittany listened to her brother’s departing footsteps, followed by the click of the front door closing, and shortly after that the roar of his motorcycle’s engine as he pulled out of the driveway. Sighing deeply, she tilted her head towards the ceiling. She’d lost count of how many hours she’d lie in her bed and look up at the cracks in the paint, daydreaming about how they might actually be some sort of secret map to a better life. Brittany had been so unhappy in her home after her parents died. And finally, she’d got out, found somewhere she could truly be herself only to have it all taken from her; to once again be back where she started. A solitary tear slid down her cheek and dropped onto her faded duvet. Brittany sniffed and wiped at her face, willing herself to be strong. But she needed Max more than ever, and he wasn’t there. Some strange woman had answered his phone, and now Brittany doubted if he even loved her anymore.
Chapter Seventy-Six
Max wasted no time leaving the bar. He beat a swift retreat through the crowd, ignoring the ache in his head from his fresh stitches. Once he was out on the parking lot, the cool air of the late afternoon hit him like a brick wall. The painkillers in his system made him feel woozy and almost drunk. Slowing, he reached for the exterior wall of the bar to steady himself.
“Come on, hold it together,” he urged himself. He fumbled for his cell phone and dialed Brittany’s number, before pulling it up to his good ear. Inhaling sharply, he listened to each elongated ring and prayed that she’d pick up.
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Brittany jumped in surprise as her cell phone started ringing. Cautiously she removed it from her pocket and glanced at the number flashing up on the screen.
Max.
Her whole body tumbled off the bed like an uncoiled spring as she hastily closed her bedroom door, being careful not to make too much noise and attract Jameson’s attention. She could picture him on the sofa down the hall, pretending to watch television when he was actually listening out for her like some sort of prison warden.
For a moment, Brittany didn’t know whether to take the call. Her finger lingered over the green button as she bit her lip and battled with indecision. Finally, her heart won out over her head, and she accepted.
“Hi,” she hoped that her voice sounded as brittle and hurt as she felt.
“Hey,” Max sounded huskier than usual. And tired. What was going on with him lately? A pang of fear streaked through Brittany as she considered that maybe her brother was right about him.
“Where are you?” he croaked the question at her.
“I should ask you the same thing!” Brittany retorted contritely, hot tears burning in her eyes. “I called you earlier and some…some woman answered!”
“She was just…a friend,” Max replied vaguely. “I’m sorry if she was rude to you. Where are you?”
“I’m at home.”
“In your apartment?” Max sounded alarmed by this.
“No, home-home. With my brother and his friend.”
“Why are you there?”
Brittany shrugged to herself. “He came to pick
me up earlier, insisting I needed to get out of Colridge.”
She heard Max swallow nervously on the other end of the line.
“A bar in Colridge got turned over last night,” she was shaking as she spoke, hoping against hope that Zack was wrong. “Did you have anything to do with that?”
“Brittany - ”
“Don’t even think about lying to me!”
“Yes,” Max sighed in defeat. “I was there. I was involved.”
Brittany clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from sobbing out loud. Max was a monster. She’d fallen in love with a beast. Trembling she scrambled back onto her bed needing to be close to the familiar duvet of her childhood.
“Are you part of some…some gang?” she could barely ask the question.
“Yes,” Max admitted softly. “But Brittany, it’s not like you think.”
“So, you don’t go around cruelly beating on people? You don’t throw acid onto a stranger’s face?”
“No, to the latter,” Max’ voice sounded fragile as though it might break. “Brittany, I’ve done some stuff I’m not proud of, God knows. I made some really bad choices when I was younger. But my uncle scooped me up when I had nothing and no one. When my Mom abandoned me, I didn’t have a big brother to step in and take care of me.”
“You’re making excuses,” Brittany seethed. “And just last night you were making bad choices. You beat up innocent people, Max! How could you!”
“Brittany, I’m sorry,” Max said, dejected. “I’m in too deep with this… lifestyle. And I want out. Truly I do. Even before I met you, I wanted out but you’ve given me something bigger to hope for. You’ve shown me the kind of life I really want.”
Brittany was softly crying. She felt like her world was tumbling around her like a flimsy house of cards.
“My brother was right about you,” she told him tearfully. “You need to stay the hell away from me.”
“Your brother?” Max sounded angry now. “He’s the one who told you I run with Skeleton Kings? I bet he failed to tell you how he knew that.”
“What?” Brittany wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve. “What do you mean?”
“Your brother rides with a rival gang, Brittany. He’s part of the fucking Red Riders. I imagine running dirty little errands for them, was a way to help him make decent money when you guys were younger. I heard about the guy who got hit with acid, I had nothing to do with that.”
“The Red Riders?” Brittany thought of Zack’s motorcycle, of how he worked long nights and came back with mysterious injuries. It all made sense, and she felt foolish for not having seen it before. She felt like she was drowning in all the lies she was being told by the men who were supposed to love her.
“Tonight your brother is going to return to Colridge to fight against my pack, because now we are at war. And I never wanted you to get caught up in this, Brittany. You have to know that.”
“My brother,” Brittany was shaking her head, not wanting to believe it.
“You need to get out of the house,” Max urged her. “I’ll come and get you. Together we will run away from all of this. Brittany, for you I’d give it all up. Let’s just get on my bike and ride until we run out of gas.”
“I can’t,” Brittany could barely talk through her waterfall of tears. “I can’t leave the house. My brother’s friend is keeping an eye on me. I’m supposed to stay here.”
“My gang knows about your brother,” Max explained grimly. “If things don’t go well tonight they’ll come to your home seeking revenge. You’re not safe there.”
Brittany blinked through her tears. In her heart, she knew that her home hadn’t been safe since her parents died. The once vibrant room had dulled, taking with it all its magic and Brittany’s childhood dreams.
“I can try and sneak out,” she looked uncertainly at her window. But first she wanted to talk some sense into Zack, to stop him from going to war with the rival gang. If things went badly that night, she could risk losing both Zack and Max and that was just too awful to even contemplate.
“I need some time,” Brittany explained. “If you’re right about my brother then I have to try and stop him.”
“I’m coming for you,” Max promised.
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Max hung up the call and gazed in stunned disbelief at his cell phone. Brittany knew about the guy who’d been burned with acid by his pack members. If it was her brother’s friend who’d been attacked, as Max suspected, then it meant that Brittany’s brother had an axe to grind and a score to settle.
“Enjoying the fresh air?” Henry stormed out through the door of the bar, already unsteady on his feet.
Max shot his parked motorcycle a longing glance. If only he’d been swifter, he could already be on the road and en route to Brittany. But she’d asked for time, and he knew he had to give that to her, even if it was the one thing he'd been running out of.
“What time is everyone making their move?” Max nodded towards the packed-out bar behind them.
“Soon,” Henry raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the wall to steady himself. “Everyone in there is fixing for a fight. Things are going to get real ugly in Colridge.”
“Yeah.”
“Your girl still there?”
“No.” Max felt his shoulders slump. He should have been the one to get her out, to keep her safe. Jealousy burned through him when he thought of her brother trying to act the part of her saviour.
“That’s good,” Henry patted Max on the back and smiled. “Best keep her out of it.”
“Her brother pulled her out of Colridge.” Max knew that Henry couldn’t truly be trusted, but the words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could even stop them. He was still mildly sedated and struggling to keep his thoughts in his head where they belonged.
“He did?” Henry became alert with interest, his previous drunkenness seemingly forgotten.
“Yeah,” Max kicked at a stone and watched it skitter across the parking lot towards the row of bikes parked up side by side like children, patiently waiting in a tidy line.
“Do you - ” Max sighed, wondering if Henry had been the one to pour acid on that poor Red Riders member’s face. “ – do you remember, a while back, someone poured acid on a Red Riders members face, scarred him up real good.”
“I remember,” Henry’s expression was surprisingly grim. “What makes you bring that up?”
“I think that Br- my girl’s brother knows the guy.”
“Shit,” Henry gave a low, ominous whistle. “If someone had done that to my friend, I’d be looking to take lives tonight.”
“You think?”
“Explains why he got his little sister the hell out of Colridge.”
Max tried to swallow past the lump, which had formed in his throat. Henry was saying everything that Max feared. Brittany’s brother was surely going to lead the Red Riders to Colridge to meet the Kings head on. It would be a bloodbath, and only one pack would be left standing at the end of it all.
“I guess tonight we settle things between us once and for all,” Henry shrugged casually as though he didn’t care whether he lived or died.
“Yeah,” Max agreed with a tense sigh, “I guess we do.”
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Zack dropped the six-pack of bottled beer onto the checkout counter and wrestled his twenty dollar bill from his pocket. The store was quiet. Almost all of the aisles were empty, as Zack swiftly made his way to the fridge section for his beer. His nerves jangled inside him like loose change. He knew what was coming, what was expected of him.
He’d sent word to his pack about the movements in Colridge, about what he knew regarding Brittany’s boyfriend. They were understandably furious and the orders he'd gotten were simple –
Kill them all.
Later, under the cover of darkness, he’d ride back to Colridge with both Jameson and all his Red Riders brothers by his side. There, on the streets of the small town they�
�d face off with their nemesis, the Skeleton Kings, for the final fucking time.
Thinking about Brittany being with a Skeleton Kings member, left a bad taste in Zack’s mouth which he knew no amount of beer would be able to wash away. His little sister had been sleeping with the enemy, literally. He’d always thought she was such a good girl, so quiet and timid, yet the moment he’d given her an inch of freedom, she’d run with it and taken a mile.
Beers in hand, Zack strode out to the parking lot towards his motorcycle. His heart was already racing as he tried to visualize what would happen later. He’d have to remember to take a crowbar with him, maybe a hammer. Who knew what weapon Jameson would have on hand. He probably had a vat of acid stored somewhere, specifically for this occasion.