Our Final Tale (Iron Fury MC, #6)

by Jewel, Bella

  “Sounds great,” I say, and I mean it.

  Oh, do I mean it.

  Once Erin has gone, I pull out the little iPad she got me a few months ago, and I type in the name Lincoln Knight.

  He runs a garage in town, a big place, shiny and new. It looks utterly spectacular in the pictures that pop up, with a big chrome sign out front that says “Rumblin’ Knights.” It also has bay after bay of garages filled with trucks and bikes. Down the end, there is another bay that has the word custom painted on, in the same chrome letters. It’s a successful business, the pictures alone tell me that.

  Does Slater work there?

  Curiosity burns, like an itch I just can’t quite scratch.

  But that isn’t what I’m searching Lincoln for.

  I’m searching, because even though Erin advises against it, I’m worried that the police simply cannot offer the protection I need.

  And I’m too afraid to go directly to Slater. I wouldn’t even know what to say. Or where to start. He’d help me, something deep inside tells me he would, but I’m terrified of his intensity, so maybe I’ll go to the next best thing, maybe he can talk to Slater for me, maybe...I don’t know.

  I don’t even know if this is a good idea.

  I don’t even know if Lincoln will know who I am, let alone agree to talk to his brother for me, or help me, for that matter.

  But I do know something.

  I’m not safe.

  Not even close.

  And while Erin has my best interests at heart, she doesn’t know the kind of monster I’m running from.

  But I do.

  And I know, with every ounce of my being, that the police simply are not enough.

  And there is no way, no way in hell...I’m ever going back there.

  So, I guess I’m going to have to do this.

  Even if it terrifies me.

  Because, I’m all out of options.

  ~3~

  THEN- SLATER

  “Talked to the new girl today,” Damon says, practically fuckin’ skipping into the house after school.

  “Wonderful,” I mutter, throwing a piece of ham onto some bread and taking a huge bite. I didn’t even put butter on.

  I don’t have fuckin’ time.

  Lincoln and I are headed out to work soon.

  “Her name is Ellie,” he grins, wiggling his brows.

  Finn walks in the door a few minutes later, looks at Damon and rolls his eyes. “Is he still fucking talking about Ellie?”

  I nod.

  “Dude,” Damon says, throwing his hands up. “Did you get a look at her? Did you hear her soft, sing song voice? I’m in love. You would be too if you got up close. She’s like an angel. I can’t look away.”

  Good lord.

  The man is pussy struck for the first time in his life.

  I fuckin’ hope I never looked that pathetic.

  “Pull yourself together,” Finn grunts. “You look like a dick.”

  “We’ll see who has the last laugh when she’s dating me, Finn!”

  I exhale and turn just as Lincoln enters the room, his dark eyes scan over Damon and Finn, then move to me. “Still swooning over the girl next door?”

  I nod. “Fuckin’ infatuated he is.”

  “Well,” Damon says, huffily as he storms past. “You will be too when you meet her. Mark my words. Ellie will consume the rest of your life, Slater Knight.”

  “Dramatic,” I mutter as he disappears down the hall.

  “If I ever act that way over a female,” Finn says, rolling his eyes as he walks past, “Punch me in the balls, to remind me I’ve got some.”

  I chuckle, Lincoln too, as he too disappears down the hall. I turn to Lincoln when I’m done, “You ready to get going?”

  “Yeah, just put dad to sleep, hopefully be out until tomorrow now.”

  Fuckin’ dad. Drunk himself stupid all day, and now he’s passed out. So Lincoln and I spent the day doin’ what we do best, cleanin’ up his fuckin’ mess. And to top it off, we then had to make sure the other two had dinner in the fridge, because we’re both doin’ the night shift. Be glad when Lincoln finally gets his garage up and running. He’s got the location, now he’s just spending his free time getting it ready.

  It might take another year or so, but it’ll be fuckin’ good.

  Then we’ll be able to set ourselves up for life, and not have to rely on anyone else, most importantly, dad.

  Because he’s very fuckin’ good at lettin’ us down.

  We let it be for a few years after we lost mom, but now...now it’s just taking its toll. It’s bringing us all down. It’s taking away the very essence of who we are.

  “Meet me in the truck, forgot to grab a few things,” Lincoln mutters, pausing at the door and swiftly turning around and going back inside.

  I walk out and over to the truck, about to open the door when I see her. She’s sitting by the garden, running her fingers over the flowers. She pauses when she notices me, and looks up. And my breath is nearly knocked from my chest. Damon is right, she’s a fuckin’ angel. Her eyes nearly glisten in the bright sun, as blue as the sky above. She parts her lips just slightly as she takes me in, eyes slowly dragging over my body, head to toe, until she meets my gaze and her cheeks grow pink.

  Fuck me.

  She’s lovely.

  “You must be Damon’s older brother.”

  Her voice.

  Fuck.

  For a second, I forget how to fuckin’ breathe. I stare at her and it takes me more than a minute to find my voice and answer her. “Yeah. Slater.”

  She nods, giving me a small, shy smile. “I’m Ellie. Though I’m sure he’s already told you that.”

  I nod. “He has. Pleased to meet you, Ellie.”

  One thing we all took from mom, was good fuckin’ manners when it came to talkin’ to women. She made sure her boys were all raised to respect ladies. It was one lesson we’ll never forget.

  Ellie’s cheeks grow even more pink and she smiles bigger. “Are you going to work?”

  I nod. “Yeah, night shift.”

  She frowns. “That sucks. Is your brother home?”

  I suddenly feel the strong urge to tell her no, he’s not home and she needs to leave him be, and it throws me off.

  I don’t know this girl.

  Fuck me, she’s too young for a start.

  Damon and her would be perfect.

  So why the fuck don’t I want him near her?

  Something about her delicate features, and the way she’s staring at me, has me wanting to know more, and I shouldn’t want that. Because, she’s younger than me.

  I’ll remind myself of that a hundred times over, if I have to.

  “Yeah,” I finally say, my voice gruff. Better if she doesn’t like me, perhaps. Then I’ll have absolutely no reason to talk to her.

  I go to step away from her, and get into the truck when she says, “It was really nice to meet you, Slater Knight.”

  And fucked if I’m not completely hooked in that single second.

  But I don’t look back.

  I get in the car and close the door.

  Dammit.

  Ellie.

  How can one single person have such a huge impact in a matter of seconds?

  ~*~*~*~

  NOW – ELLIE

  I should go home.

  I’m already wondering how in the hell I’m going to explain this to Erin. Better yet, how I’m going to bring myself to actually walk in there and talk to Lincoln, a man who will probably recognize me, and yet I have not a clue who he is. But he’s the brother of Slater, and Slater is part of a club, and they’re all strangely linked, at least, it seems like they are.

  I could go directly to the club for help, but...they scare me, and I don’t think I’m nearly brave enough to have that kind of courage.

  So, I’ll go to the one thing I can face. At least, I think I can face.

  God.

  I should go home.

  I shouldn’
t be here.

  But, then I think of him, and I know...I just know...I need help.

  I need help to make sure I don’t end up spending the rest of my life in the hands of a monster, because that’s what will happen, if he finds me.

  The police have so many things to do, they’re not going to give me what I need.

  But, these men...they just might.

  But does that make me some sort of user? Because that’s what I feel like. I don’t remember any of them, I basically kicked Slater out of my house, and yet here I am about to ask his brother for help, which will possibly end up involving Slater himself, and I’m scared that he’ll get the wrong idea. That he might think it means I remember.

  But I don’t.

  And I’m not even sure the depth of the story involving the two of us.

  But I will admit...I am curious.

  I take a deep, staggering breath and walk towards the front of the garage. There is a lineup of cars coming out of one of the bays, no doubt all of them ready to get fixed. It’s busy, and obviously successful. I walk towards the area that says ‘office’ and step inside the door, letting off a bell when I go through. There is no one at the counter, but in a matter of seconds a beautiful brunette comes in, big beaming smile on her face.

  “Hi there, can I help you?”

  The office is large, and new, everything shiny, from the polished floors to the marbled counter. It’s lovely. Very welcoming.

  “Hi,” I say, my voice far more timid than I’d like. “I’m...I was just wondering if Lincoln was here?”

  I feel like I’m going to vomit. I have to shove my hands into my jeans pockets so she doesn’t see them trembling. I no doubt look like I’m about to have a complete breakdown, I’m that scared, but I’m more afraid of the unknown. And the unknown is the monster who is closing in on me, a monster I never want to face again in my life.

  So, I’ll go with this fear.

  I’ll go with Lincoln.

  “He is, can I ask your name?”

  “Ah...Ellie.”

  She nods, studying me for a moment, and then beaming, “I’ll go and get him, please take a seat.”

  I sit down, knees trembling, hands still stuffed into my pockets. I swallow over and over, as many times as I can, to try and stop myself from vomiting all over this beautiful floor. I stare down, too afraid to even look up. What am I going to say to him? Will he try and hug me? Will it be awkward? Will he refuse me? I don’t know our history, I only know I am supposedly the love of his brother’s life, and that’s it.

  I don’t remember anymore.

  And I hate that.

  I hate it so damned much.

  The door opens and I lift my head, looking up. My eyes widen at the sight of the man stepping into the office. I thought Slater was huge, and scary, but this man...this man...oh God. He’s terrifying, and yet incredibly beautiful. Just like his brother. Only on a bigger scale. His eyes are browner than Slater’s, whose are mostly black. His skin is the same olive tone, and his hair equally as dark, only Lincoln’s is cropped short, maybe only an inch long on his head, and sort of messy. He’s also covered in tattoos, they’re up his arms, down his legs, hell, there is one crawling up his neck.

  But.

  He’s breathtaking.

  So incredibly good looking it almost hurts to stare at him.

  I stand, and he just stares at me, for a good long moment, he just takes me in. “Ellie,” he says, his voice gruff, and low, and equally as powerful as he is. “Know it’s you standin’ in front of me, but still can’t fuckin’ believe my eyes. Never thought I’d see your face again.”

  God.

  “I,” I try to get my voice out, but it’s shaky and weak.

  “Bernie,” Lincoln says, turning to the receptionist. “Give us a minute.”

  She nods, and quickly leaves the room. That only makes me more nervous, because now we’re in here alone, and I don’t know what to say, or do.

  “Heard he found you, also heard you didn’t remember anything. Good to fuckin’ see you, you have no fuckin’ idea how good. But gotta know, what’re you doin’ at my shop, Ellie? Last I heard, you kicked Slater out of your apartment.”

  I swallow, take a deep shaky breath, and whisper, “I know. And, I’m sorry for that, but I don’t remember...I wish I did. I really wish I did, but it’s all a mess in my head. That’s not why I’m here.”

  “Care to tell me why you’re here, then?”

  “I...I need help.”

  He studies me, tipping his head to the side just slightly. “What sort of help?”

  “I...it’s kind of a long story, but to put it short, the man who had me all the years I was missing, is looking for me. And he’s got men getting very close to where I am. And I’m afraid. And I know the police don’t have what it takes to keep me safe. But...I know you do. You and your brothers...and maybe that club.”

  Lincoln studies me for a moment, his face hard. “Why didn’t you go to Slater?”

  “Because Slater wants something I can’t give, and I don’t...I don’t like hurting people without cause.”

  Lincoln’s face softens, just a little. “Nothin’ changes, then. You always were soft.”

  I swallow. Anxiety is clawing at my chest like a snake coiling around my heart. I want to run, the urge is so strong I have to take a couple of deep breaths to stop myself having a complete breakdown. I’m terrified. While I don’t feel unsafe around Lincoln, I am still putting my trust into someone I don’t know.

  And that’s scary.

  “Can you help me?” I finally ask, after not being able to take Lincoln’s eyes taking me in for a second longer.

  “You know we’re goin’ to help you, you’re family, even if you don’t know it. But can’t do it behind Slater’s back. Gotta know that. He’s been through hell, for ten fuckin’ years, didn’t even know my own brother during that time. He was...a shell. And I only just got him back. So, you understand I gotta involve him, even if it isn’t something you want.”

  My chest tightens at the thought, and I immediately go to protest, but Lincoln puts up a hand and murmurs, “Don’t panic, I’m going to respect that you don’t need any added pressure in your life. I won’t let him bother you, I’ll make it very fuckin’ clear that he is to give you space while we help, but I do have to tell him, Ellie.”

  I swallow, and then rub my face. I know I don’t have any choice in the matter. And if I want to be safe, I’m going to have to compromise. The idea of being in the hands of a monster again, means I’ll take the risk.

  “Ellie?”

  I turn, confused at the new voice that has entered the room. I didn’t even hear the door open. I look over to see a younger version of Lincoln and Slater standing in the doorway, staring at me like he’s just seen a ghost. Then, a huge smile breaks out on his face and he runs at me. I don’t get time to move before his arms wrap around me and he launches me into his arms, spinning me in a circle.

  “I knew he’d found you, but part of me just didn’t fully believe it. But here you are. Oh God, ten years, ten years!”

  He places me down and I launch backwards so fast I stumble. Lincoln’s arm darts out and catches mine, and the moment his fingers curl around my upper arm, I lose it. “Let me go!” I scream, tugging my arm so hard pain rips through it. Lincoln lets me go instantly, and I practically throw myself towards the door.

  “Ellie,” he tries, and the new stranger stares at me like he’s completely confused.

  “No, you k-k-k-know what? I don’t need help, I don’t.”

  I can’t breathe.

  I shouldn’t have come here.

  It’s too much.

  Too much.

  The man who just walked in tries to step towards me, but I throw an arm up, “Leave me alone. I don’t know you! I don’t...”

  “It’s me,” he says, almost hurt sounding, which makes me feel even worse. “Damon. Your best friend.”

  My vision starts blurring.

&nb
sp; I need to go.

  I wasn’t ready for this.

  I shouldn’t have come here.

  “I have to go. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have c-c-c-come.”

  My voice is stammering, there are tears running down my face, and I look crazy. I know I look crazy.

  Hell, maybe I am.

  Maybe I always will be.

  I turn and run out of there, ignoring the way they call my name.

  I shouldn’t have come.

  I shouldn’t have.

  ~4~

  THEN – SLATER

  I walk inside the house, shoving the door open with a forceful grunt. Work was fucked. I’m fucked. Between working and spending a few nights fucking Tracey, the woman I’m sort of seeing, I haven’t been able to get any rest. Fuckin’ women. I ought to give her up and go back to casual fucking, was a heck of a lot easier. I toss my keys down and walks around the corner into the lounge and stop when I see Damon and Ellie sitting on the couch, laughing.

  They stop when I walk in.

  My eyes go to hers.

  Hers go to mine.

  And damned if my first instinct isn’t to lift her off the couch and throw her over my shoulder. Where I’d take her, is anyone’s guess. But I have no doubt it would involve a room, and my cock. She’s fuckin’ perfect, in every way that counts. And she’s pure. It’s written all over her face. Beauty, raw, untouched, beauty.

  “Hey bro,” Damon says.

  “Hey,” I mutter, dragging my eyes from Ellie and looking at him. “Where’s dad?”

  Damon’s face goes a touch harder, and I fuckin’ hate that. I hate that slowly, dad’s drinking and the way we live, is eating away at his spirit. He’s the happiest out of all of us, the best without a doubt. But he’s starting to experience too much, shit I didn’t want him to have to experience. Tryin’ really fuckin’ hard to get us out of this mess, but right now, it’s a long and winding fuckin’ road.

  “Bed,” he mutters, glancing at Ellie, then back at me. “Made a fool of himself in front of Ellie. We came home and he was tryin’ to cook dinner, at midday. He burned all the food we had out for dinner, and then vomited all over the kitchen floor. Ellie helped me get him to bed.”