Amy (Aces MC Series Book 3.5)

by Foster, Aimee-Louise

  "So did you sort it out with James?"

  I wrinkled my nose, "Of course I didn't!" I scoffed to a roar of laughter from Pearl. We'd been friends for a while now and she knew full well that I wouldn't be sorting anything out. I grasped the glass and lifted it to my lips to take a quick swig, and let out a satisfying sigh as I felt the cold liquid slide down my throat.

  "We need to dance babe." Pearl said as she stood and made a grab for my hand.

  "Not to this bloody song I'm not."

  "It's nearly finished, come on!" Pearl took my hand and led me through the bar and over to the small dance floor in the corner of the room. A song came on with a faster beat and we pranced around the dance floor acting like fools but I didn't care, I needed a good time this evening. By the time the song had ended I had tears trickling down my face and my jaw hurt through laughing so much.

  "Oh tune!" Pearl gyrated her hips to 'No Diggity' and I had to oblige. She placed her hand lightly on my hip as we swayed and grinded to the music giving the punters a good show.

  "Can we join you?" I looked up to see a handsome guy in his late twenties with a large smile on his face as he watched Pearl and I dance provocatively.

  "Sure!" Pearl answered quickly and released her hand so that she could continue her grinding with the man.

  His friend took me by the wrist and pulled me close, and although drunk I was a little concerned about his close proximity. I enjoyed a flirt and a little banter but something wasn't quite right with this guy and my hunch was confirmed when he placed his hands on my lower back almost resting on my arse.

  "Do you mind?" I asked raising my brow as I grabbed his wrists and tried in vain to lift his hands higher so he wasn't cupping my behind. He ignored me and gave an eerie wink as he pinched harder and pushed his groin towards me. I panicked and looked towards Pearl but she was engrossed in her new friend. I needed to speak up for myself but my head was starting to swirl from the amount of alcohol I'd consumed. "Get off me!"

  "Sorry darlin I can't hear you?" he chuckled.

  "I said get off me."

  "I don't think you really want that. Why don't we go outside for some fresh air, you'll probably change your mind when we get out there." He gave me another wink and started to walk me backwards from the dance floor.

  Whack!

  I watched in slow motion as the man slid across the dance floor taking out another couple who were dancing unaware of the altercation. My mouth flew open at the scene and I turned to see the perpetrator. I should have fucking known, Blake was flexing his hand as he'd obviously hurt it from making contact with the guys face and I shook my head in astonishment.

  "What the fuck are you doing here?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Blake drew his brows together and looked at me confused. "I said what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked again this time taking a more defensive stance.

  "Have I missed something?" he asked confusing me further in my hazed state although I was slowly sobering up from all of the excitement.

  "What do you mean?"

  "You drunk call me clearly upset so I race here breaking all kinds of laws to find you being dragged from the pub by a man twice your size that you'd have no chance of defending yourself against, and you ask me what I'm doing here?" I widened my eyes coaxing him to continue. Blake let out a sigh, "Because I care Vixen, I wanted to make sure that you're okay."

  He stepped closer and tried to take my hands in his but I pulled away, "I don't want this Blake." I stepped around him and made my way towards the door when I was forcefully yanked backwards. I felt his arms wrap around my waist before he picked me up and placed me on his shoulder. My head spun from the quick movement and I tried to get my bearings as he strolled through the pub with me held high. I felt him place his hand at the bottom of my dress holding the material firm to conceal my modesty and the whole situation just felt surreal.

  "Blake put me down, I'm warning you." He continued to ignore me and walked further into the pub to an empty booth. "Blake I want to go home, put me down." He released his hold slightly and moved me in front of him so that I had to slither down his body until my feet were on the floor. He stepped forward trapping me in the booth leaving me nowhere else to go apart from backwards onto the seat. I looked around my surrounding trying to see if I could grab someone's attention but it was no use, no one would say anything anyway because of the patch he wore.

  "Now sit and let's talk about it like adults."

  His words were like a red rag to a bull, "I don't want to be mature, I want to ignore you and hopefully you'll just go away."

  "Not happening Vixen, Duke asked me to come and replace Bear while he's down in Kent. So I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

  I could feel the heat build inside, I felt so let down by Mitchell that he would ask Blake to come back. He didn't need to ask my permission, at the end of the day I was only the VP's sister and my opinion didn't count for shit but he knew things were difficult between us and the least he could've done was inform me that he was coming back.

  I screamed and still no one paid any attention as I stood onto the seat. I could see that people were starting to feel uncomfortable about the situation and move away so they were out of ear shot. I looked around for something, so I could vent my anger and frustration regarding him keeping me here and glanced down at the table to see some empty glasses left from the previous occupants of the booth.

  "No you don't Vixen." Blake shouted but I bent down and picked up three glasses before he had time to take them away. I threw the first glass over his head directly at the floor and felt a pang of excitement as I heard it shatter. I then threw the second and the third glass in quick succession and stood back with a smug expression but my little outburst hadn't fazed Blake. He smirked as he folded his arms across his chest and simply raised his brows.

  "I just want to talk, to explain why I left and hopefully we can get over the past and move on."

  "Blake, I'm not doing this. Not now, not never." I walked across the bench towards him and tried to push past but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in close so that his head rested on my stomach."We can sort this out babe I know we can."

  "Blake, give it a rest mate she's not interested."

  I glanced down to see Mitchell standing with his arms folded across his chest, he wasn't amused by what he saw.

  "I'm only talking to her."

  "And by the looks of things she doesn't want to be spoken to." Mitchell glanced at Daryl, "Take him out of here."

  "I don't need taking anywhere I can leave by myself." Blake stepped back and straightened his jacket before turning his attention back to me, "This isn't over Vixen, that's for sure." He spun around and stomped from the building with Daryl in hot pursuit making sure he left.

  I let out a low whistle and stepped from the bench. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? Sit your arse down." I raised my brows at Mitchell's outburst but did as I was told and shimmied onto the bench.

  "Mitch I've had enough tonight to be honest and just want to go home."

  "Don't you think I've had enough also? I was in bed with Ash but blew her off to come and save your arse again."

  "I didn't ask you too!"

  "I know but I need to know you're safe."

  "Has she got the hump with me?" I asked hoping that she understood.

  "No, she understands but I can't keep on doing this Ames. You've gotta let me know what's going on, I ain't stupid and I know there's something you're not telling me."

  I leaned back in the chair and sighed heavily. I had wanted to tell him so many times over the years but hadn't through fear of retaliation and the fact that he was mates with Blake. I looked into his caring eyes as he sat opposite waiting for me to respond and I knew what I needed to do. I couldn't hide this from him any longer, and deep down I knew that this may help a little more with the healing process. It had been five long years since the incident but it didn't mean that I didn't think about the what if's every single day. />
  I leaned over the table and placed my hand on top of Mitchell's and was surprised when he placed his other hand on top of mine stroking the back in a comforting gesture. I pursed my lips but gave him a small smile before exhaling through my nose.

  "I was pregnant when I was stabbed five years ago." I blurted it out as I didn't know how else to say it. Mitchell grabbed my hand tightly and I saw the pain on his face as he struggled with the information. "I didn't know I was pregnant at the time, otherwise I probably wouldn't have helped the club but it's okay saying all of this in hindsight." I tried to remove my hand from his but he held firm not allowing me to.

  "Who knows Ames?"

  "Just Connor and Ethan but don't be mad at them Mitch, I asked them not to say anything."

  Mitchell shook his head slowly, "I'm finding it very difficult to hold it all together at the moment Ames so you need to start talking very quickly babe."

  "I had complications during surgery and as a result my insides are a fucking mess." The last few words came out quietly. I wanted to tell him the rest but I was still finding it difficult to discuss.

  Mitchell removed his hands and ran it across his face as he proceed what I'd just said before sitting back in his chair.

  "Recon's baby?" I nodded my head slowly and he instantly bit the inside of his mouth. I knew he wanted to say so much more than he currently was but he was trying to be respectful of me sharing the difficult information. "And you didn't want to tell him because?" Mitchell was struggling to hold it together and I suppose he was just trying to visualise how he'd feel if it was him but there it was, the question that I didn't want to answer. I closed my eyes briefly but as I opened them I saw the fire ignite in Mitchell's as they blazed with fury.

  "There was no point telling him Mitch. We were only shagging, it wasn't going anywhere and to be honest I didn't want him pitying me."

  Mitchell clenched his teeth and leaned across the table, "How would he pity you Ames, don't be so fucking stupid he loved you, still fucking does."

  "The only thing Blake loves is himself." I scoffed, although it wasn't probably the best time to goad Mitchell. He rubbed his forehead out of frustration before running his fingers through his short hair.

  "You're unreal sometimes."

  "Excuse me? I'm unreal! I think I've had to deal with more than most over the past five years. How fucking dare you speak to me like that Mitch. You don't know the half of it."

  "Then fucking tell me Ames, I haven't come here to play games."

  "There were complications with the operation, it means I can't ever have children."

  It wasn't like Mitch to be lost for words but he sat there with his mouth bobbing open and shut trying to find the right things to say. "Fucking hell Ames, I'm so sorry babe."

  "It's okay Mitch, there's nothing to say. What's done is done and I've had five years to try and come to terms with it."

  "Is this why you distanced yourself from the club?" I nodded my head. "I didn't get it at the time. I thought you were crazy to want to up and leave your family. Christ babe, are you okay?" I shook my head slowly, "Of course you're not fucking okay, I'm sorry that's a stupid question." Mitch shuffled along the bench to stand before making his way around the table to come and sit next to me. "I'm sorry babe I genuinely didn't know and if I did I would've been there for you, you know that right?"

  "Yeah!" I said quietly.

  Mitchell wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close to hold me in his embrace and I quietly sat letting him slowly rock me back and forth as he held me tightly in his arms. Mitchell placed his lips on the top of my head and gently kissed me to try and comfort me.

  "Don't you think you should tell Recon though babe? I know it's been five years now but he still has the right to know."

  "I don't want to rehash everything Mitch."

  "But he'd want to know."

  "How do you know that?"

  "Because if I were in his situation, I'd want to know the truth."

  I let out a loud sigh, I'd been thinking about it since I received his visitation order and knew deep down that this was the right thing to do but just didn't know what to say or how to say it especially now that it had been so many years since it happened. I nodded my head slowly, "Okay I'll tell him but I need to do it in my own time with no pressure from you."

  Mitchell held up both of his hands in a defensive manner, "Okay I swear I'll leave it up to you but promise me you won't drag it out as he deserves to know the truth."

  I nodded my head so that he knew I understood.

  "The thing is Ames, I totally blame myself."

  I looked at him confused, "How is any of this your fault Mitch?"

  "Although I was only VP at the time, I should've stopped you from working undercover for us. I should've known that something was going to kick off."

  "It's not your fault Mitch, admittedly I blamed the club at first and its members but you're not to blame. I made my own decision to help the club but what I'm more annoyed about is that I didn't listen to my own nagging doubts and was too busy trying to prove that I was worthy of being an old lady."

  "You are more than worthy of being someone's old lady Ames." Mitch placed his hand in mine and held it tightly. "Can we agree to disagree regarding who's to blame?" I could see that he was saying all of the right things but Mitch wasn't very good at hiding his true feelings, and I knew that he was trying to keep it together.

  I sniggered and leaned into his body trying to make light of the situation because I wanted him to think that everything was okay, "Yeah!"

  "Well I think you've had enough excitement for one evening, I should get you home." Mitchell slid across the bench to get out from the booth and I naturally followed. I felt relieved that I'd finally confided in him, I hated to keep secrets from Mitch but I was concerned that there would be repercussions. Fortunately a few members of the Dyers had disappeared over the years, I never asked what happened to them and just assumed that they'd moved on but I also wasn't naive to think that the Aces hadn't dealt with them either.

  Mitchell placed his hand on my lower back and directed me toward the exit.

  "Amy!" I turned to see Pearl weaving her way through the various punters dotted around the room as she made her way over to me. "I've ordered us a taxi," she shouted as she pushed her way through the middle of a group of revellers.

  "How long before it's here Pearl?" Mitchell asked.

  "Five minutes most." She stated breathlessly.

  Mitchell nodded and continued to direct me towards the exit so we could wait outside.

  It wasn't long before the taxi arrived and Mitchell helped me into the backseat and fastened my seatbelt as if I were a child, I rolled my eyes but it was dark saving me a lecture. Mitch held onto the door, "Ames, if you need anything just give me a call."

  I smiled at his constant badgering, "I'll be fine but thank you." Mitchell closed the door and banged on the top of the taxi indicating it was good to go. He stepped back from the vehicle and gave me a nod of the head as the taxi pulled away.

  It felt good to be home as I was exhausted and covered my mouth as I yawned, but could feel a headache coming on. "What a fucking evening!" I said aloud walking to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water and take some pain relief before my head really started pounding.

  My phone bleeped again as it had been in the taxi on the way home but I didn't need to look at it to know that it was James trying to make contact with me. Letting out a sigh, I walked to my bedroom stripping off my clothes in the process and chucked them in the corner of my room in a huge pile. I just needed to go to bed and get some rest, I was mentally drained as my emotions had been ravaged from the only men that have ever meant anything to me apart from family. My phone bleeped again as I held it in my hand as if daring me to read the messages. I glanced at the screen to read 'I'm sorry please can we talk.' Letting out a groan I placed my mobile onto the bedside cabinet and rolled onto my side. What was I going to do? The tho
ughts spun around my mind as I tried to process what had exactly gone on. It was inevitable that a new partner may want children but I had never consider the thought of dating someone who already had a family. Whatever way I looked at it, I wasn't worthy of being with anyone as I couldn't give a man the most natural thing that a woman could possibly give, a child.

  Chapter 15

  Amy

  I'm never drinking again, I said to myself as I held my head trying to stop the thumping. I needed to get a drink of water as my throat scratched every time I swallowed. I covered myself with my dressing gown and placed my hair on top of my head in a loose top knot to remove it from my face, as I made my way from my bedroom and up the corridor. As I neared the archway that led to the living room, I heard Connor, Mitchell and Ethan deep in conversation and stood still so that I could hear them, knowing that they'd stop if I entered the room.

  "He needs schmoozing!" Mitchell said as a matter of fact.

  Ethan sniggered, "Is that even a word?"

  "Fuck off and start racking your brains. Who can we ask?"

  "So what would they need to do again?" Connor asked Mitchell trying to get everything straight.

  "Take him out for dinner and just make him feel special so that he signs on that dotted line. Real off the names you've written down."

  "Well we haven't Duke, that's the thing. There's only one person that's right for the job and that's Amy." Spike said calmly.

  "No fucking way are you asking her, do I make myself clear?" I heard the chair scrap across the tiled floor and someone pace around and assumed it was Mitchell getting the hump.