Diesel (Aces MC Series Book 1)

by Aimee-Louise Foster

  I looked over at James, “I appreciate your help man. If you look after her, I’ll be in your debt.” James smiled, “I’m a doctor and helping people is what I do. I can’t promise anything until I’ve taken a look at her but I’ll do my best.” That was good enough for me. I nodded and shut the door behind me.

  Spike, Duke, Hound and myself were at the bar, trying to relax whilst they worked on my baby. “We buried Hawke in the usual place.” Hound said calmly taking a sip of his drink. “What about Patch?” I asked, hoping that I would have the opportunity to relieve some of my tension by kicking the shit out of him. “He’s alive.” Duke said coldly. “I want to give Harlow the opportunity to decide what we do with him, once she’s better.” I looked at Duke, not understanding what he was saying. “Harlow expressed that she would like to see their final breaths. She saw Hawke die directly in front of her, I’ll give her the choice regarding Patch.” I let out a low whistle. “Do you think that’s wise, after all she’s been through?” I was getting annoyed with his flippant comments. “It may be the only way she can get over all this shit Diesel. Think about it before you kick off.” I rubbed my forehead trying to relieve some of the tension.

  We discussed Flex and that there will be no further repercussions. Duke explained that Flex had beaten Patch and was about to deal with Hawke but we turned up. His story seemed to match but he would be kept under surveillance. Flex said that the majority of Skulls had lost faith in Hawke over recent years. He was going to inform members at church that Hawke and Patch had murdered Trigger and then the club would start to rebuild. I was happy enough with that but we would be putting the club under strict surveillance.

  Tyler, the now longest serving Prospect was showing the new recruits Buster and Ramsey, how to run the bar. We sat in silence waiting for what felt like a lifetime, when James walked into the room joining us at the bar. “It’s a clean break. I’ve realigned the bones and applied a plaster cast. She’ll need between 6-8 weeks to recover.” He blew out a long breath and sat at the bar. “Get him a drink Buster.” Duke said tapping on the bar. “Can I see her?” I asked standing from my chair. James looked up at me, “Yeah, she’s asking for you.”

  “I thought I’d lost you babe.” I said grabbing for her good hand as I sat on the chair next to her bed. She looked over at me with wide eyes. “What’s up babe?” I started to panic as Ink began to cry. Not just a whimper but a fall heart felt sob. I tried to cuddle her as best as I could, trying not to hurt her. I stayed quiet and just let her cry in my arms. I didn’t want to push her and thought it best to let her start the conversation when she felt ready.

  Eventually her sobs softened and I loosened my hold on her. I wiped her tears with my thumbs and pushed the hair back out of her eyes. Sitting back down in the chair, I held her hand waiting for her to initiate conversation.

  “I’m sorry.” She said in a whisper. I rubbed the back of her hand, “Sorry for what babe?” What could she possibly be sorry about? “I tried my best to get away but he was too strong. Jimmy tried to protect me.” She removed her hand from mine and started to rub her forehead.

  “Ink, this is not your fault. Hawke was a fucking lunatic, to think that he could pressure someone into loving him.” I grabbed her hand pulling it to my lips. “You made it clear that you weren’t interested and he paid the ultimate price.” Tears started to flow down her cheeks again. “Jimmy’s death is not on you babe. Patch made that choice and he has also paid the price.” We sat in silence for a while. “I thought that you’d blame me for Jimmy’s death and resent me for it.” Ink looked up into my eyes. She touched my face with her good hand and I leaned into her touch. Never had a woman made me feel the way she did.

  “I thought I’d lost you tonight and that I’d never be able to tell you how I feel.” Her tears continued to stream down her face. “I love you Ink, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my whole life. I want to be there for you always and I want you to be my old lady.” I leant over and kissed her lips taking her by surprise.

  There was a knock on the door and Spike entered the room before I had time to tell him to fuck off! “Amy’s at the bar Diesel, asking for you.” I didn’t take my eyes off Ink as she lay there shocked by what I’d just said. Once she’d composed herself she closed her mouth slightly, licking her delicious lips. Heat rushed through my body and I wanted to fuck her there and then despite her injuries. Ink’s eyes flickered between Spike and I, “You better go and see what she wants. I’ll catch up with Spike while you’re gone.” I bent down to kiss her on the forehead before turning and walking out of the room.

  Harlow

  I looked up at Spike standing hesitantly in the middle of the room. “Thank you.” I said quietly raising my good hand, flexing my fingers to try and encourage him over to where I was laying. He moved slowly and sat down beside me, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

  “You gave us all a fright, Ink.” Spike said looking at me with red rimmed watery eyes. I stroked his cheek gently, wiping the lone tear that ran down his face. “You saved me Spike. I’m forever in your debt.” I smiled trying to get him to lighten up.

  This was the first time that another member of the club had called me ’Ink’ and I understood the importance. I had now been accepted which gave me a warm feeling inside. He let out a loud sigh, “I just want you recovered and back to work as soon as possible. I’ve missed your arse around the place.” I started to laugh, holding my ribs as I chuckled. “Not looking like this!” I said running my fingers through my awful hair. Spike started to laugh, “You may have a point. There’s a new salon that’s opened on the high street. I’ll take you there when you’re better, my treat.” We sat there in comfortable silence. I could feel my eyes getting heavy but felt safe with Spike sitting next to me, now holding my hand.

  Diesel

  I entered the bar to find James and Amy deep in conversation. She looked round meeting my eyes before jumping off the stall and into my arms. “Jimmy!” She said as she began to cry in my embrace. I cupped the back of her head, keeping her close trying to comfort her. She’d gotten closer to Jimmy over recent weeks, not that it was anything romantic. They’d developed a close bond whilst looking out for Ink so this was going to really cut her up. I let her sob and eventually she quietened down and composed herself, wiping her eyes as we settled back at the bar.

  “How’s Harlow doing?” Amy asked hiccupping with tears still trickling slowly down her face. “It’s gonna take her 6-8 weeks to heal physically but who knows how long emotionally after what she’s been through.” We sat there for a while in silence, contemplating today’s events as I continued to comfort Amy.

  Spike entered the room and walked up to the bar to join us. “That’s one brave girl you have there Diesel.” I nodded agreeing with his comment. “Is she up for visitors?” Amy asked getting up from her chair. “She’s just fallen asleep, probably best to leave her.” Spike said pouring himself a drink. “I’m gonna go home then and call back in the morning as I’m not feeling very sociable. I got a cab here because my car’s playing up. Can anyone give me a lift home?”

  I looked around the room seeing the guys either drunk, exhausted or being serviced by the club whores, James must have seen my hesitation. “Where are you going?” He asked looking at Amy. “It’s okay I don’t want to put you out James.” Amy said blushing slightly. “It’s fine, where do you need to go?” James said standing from his chair getting his keys out of his pocket. I found his tone forceful and was surprised to see that Amy didn’t mind. “I live in Epping, I’d appreciate a lift.” James looked at Duke, “Is that okay?” He asked waiting for a response. I appreciated that he wanted to see her home safely. “I know Diesel feels he owes you, for helping Harlow but I don’t owe you shit. You do anything to Amy that she doesn’t want you to do and you’ll answer to me. Are we clear?” Duke said standing with his hands in his pocket looking menacing. “Crystal!” James answered.

  Rolling her eyes Amy walked out of the c
lub house with James’ hand resting on her lower back. I looked at Duke, “A little over the top, don’t you think?” I said sniggering. “Just keeping him on his toes, until I figure him out.”

  An hour later, Spike wheeled Ink into the bar. “You okay babe, I thought you were sleeping?” I asked bending down in front of the wheel chair. She was black and blue, her hair was a mess where it had been cut and she had several bandages covering her wounds. But this remarkable woman in front of me was still beautiful in every sense of the word.

  “I needed to get out of that room and see you.” Ink said grabbing for my hand. “Can we talk?” I got up and wheeled Ink to the corner of the room, out of earshot of everyone. “What’s up babe?” I asked not really wanting to hear what she had to say as her tone worried me.

  “Did you mean what you said earlier about me being your old lady?” She couldn’t look at me as she spoke and I knew that if she could stand, she would be nervously swinging her leg back and forth. God I loved this woman. I placed my hand under her chin lifting it slowly, looking into her beautiful eyes. “I meant every fucking word of it babe. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” With that declaration of love, I leant over and kissed her on the lips like my life depended on it. When I pulled away, the bar erupted with whoops, laughter and clapping.

  “Can I have some quiet please?” I said raising my hands and standing so everyone could see. “Ink has just agreed to be my old lady. I know we need to vote on this but…” Duke stood and walked over to the pair of us. “We don’t need to vote about shit man, welcome to the family Ink.” He leant over and kissed her on the forehead to more cheers and laughter.

  Chapter 13

  Harlow

  “Why does it take women so long to get ready?” Spike said aloud so I could hear. “I’m not going out with my hair looking like this, I need to find a hat.” I screamed searching through my draws. Spike was being patient but I couldn’t stall any longer. I reluctantly put the baseball cap on and slowly walked into the living room. Spike stood when he saw me. “You would look beautiful in a black sack, Ink. Now hurry up, we’re gonna be late.” He placed his hand on my lower back and gently directed me out the door, closing it behind him. “You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” I was trying to fold my arms and pout like a petulant child. “It’s a surprise! Now get your arse in the van.” I managed to get in but Spike had to lean over and put my seatbelt on as I was still wearing a full arm cast.

  We slowly drove down the high street, parking in a reserved spot that read ‘Elite’. I was still a little mystified to where he was taking me but he was like a child at Christmas so I just went with the flow.

  “Ta-Dah!” Spike said with his arms held out wide. I looked past him to see a new hair salon. “I know that your hair has been getting you down lately, so I booked you into the salon.” His beaming smile was infectious. “Savannah recommended this one.” I was so overwhelmed that I started to cry. “Erm… this was supposed to cheer you up Ink, not make you cry.” Spike said pulling me into his embrace. “These are happy tears Spike, thank you.” I wiped my face on the sleeve of my jacket in an un-lady like manner as he guided me towards the door.

  The salon was beautiful and minimalist but not in a clinical way. Purple drapes hung from the ceiling complimenting the huge chandelier that hung as a centre piece. Comfortable leather sofas were used in the reception area and accessorised in different shades of purple. This salon created an oasis among the hustle and bustle of normal life.

  “Hi you must be Harlow.” A beautiful blond said stepping forward in an immaculate black outfit with her hand held out. I recognised an American twang to her voice. “Yes, pleased to meet you…” I looked at her expectantly ready for her to let me know her name. “Oh sorry, I’m Taylor the owner of this establishment. Please sit down and we can discuss your requirements.” I sat in the chair and let Taylor work her magic for the next two hours.

  “WOW! You look fantastic Ink.” Spike said leaning closer to touch my hair gently. Taylor had most certainly worked her magic and I now had extensions returning my hair back to its former glory.

  “You’ve just missed my turning, where are we going?” I asked looking at a smiling Spike. “There’s one more stop before I take you home, Diesel’s orders.” I drew my brows together looking at him suspiciously. What were they concocting? To my shock we pulled up outside the tattoo shop. Swift and Tiny had been helping out since I’d been on sick leave but Spike had commented on more than one occasion that he couldn’t wait until I was back because I was better eye candy than them!

  We walked into the shop and Spike directed me over to his work station. “We discussed this the other day Ink but Diesel wants you to have this done before tomorrow.” I knew exactly what he was talking about. I’d agreed to be Diesel’s old lady which meant having his name on me, something I’d been looking forward to for days. “Have you got my design ready?” I asked excitedly, positioning myself in the chair. Spike nodded. “Well then, I’m ready when you are.” I leant back in the chair getting comfortable.

  Two hours later and I was the proud owner of a new tattoo on my right arm. I looked in the bathroom mirror at the design covered in cling film. The bathroom door opened slowly and Diesel stepped in with a smile on his face. “Are you okay babe?” He said making his way around me so that he could see his brand. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close so that I could feel his arousal. I tilted my head to the side to allow him access to my neck. His smile spread as he found my sweet spot just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He continued to kiss and lick down my neck to my shoulder and I felt myself unconsciously starting to push back on him to get some release.

  “Open your eyes Ink, I want you to watch.” I opened my eyes so that I could watch in the mirror directly in front of us. He circled his hands around my stomach and slowly moved them lower, unfastening my jeans. He hugged my waist with one hand and slowly entered my jeans with the other.

  The feeling was unbelievable. I was getting lost in the moment moving my hips back and forth. “Open your eye’s Ink.” He said sternly as he cupped my pussy. His eyes were intense, never leaving mine watching every expression on my face. He slid one finger inside, feeling my juices flow down his finger. He knew I was enjoying myself by my reaction so he inserted another finger and continued to work them at a steady pace. I could feel myself building and he sensed that I was getting close.

  He pulled his fingers out slowly and started to undo his trousers, pulling his erection free. “Bend over Ink.” Mindful of my cast, I bent forward resting it on the vanity unit and held onto the sink with my good hand. He held his cock slowly moving his hand up and down, directing it towards my pussy, slowly penetrating me from behind.

  We moved in unison, me and my man together. Diesel moved his hand in front of me and started to play with my clit as he continued to take me from behind. I could feel myself building, my breathing became louder and the room smelt like sex. He continued his assault on my clit whilst moving at a steady pace inside me, when I exploded around him. He also found his release filling me with his seed. We stayed like that for a while trying to catch our breaths. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” Diesel said pulling out slowly. I whimpered a little as he removed his cock. I started to snigger, “I thought you had already given it to me?”

  Leading me into the bedroom, I saw my surprise hanging on the back of the door. It was a leather jacket that read ‘Property of Diesel’. I flung myself at Diesel kissing him hard on the lips. He held me tight walking me back slowly towards the bed. “You can try it on later. You’re gonna be busy for the next couple of hours.”

  Chapter 14

  Harlow

  We stood in the middle of forty acres of beautiful grounds at the Chingford Mount Cemetery, in the pouring rain watching Jimmy’s coffin being lowered into the ground. As I watched, I felt guilty that I survived and was standing here, holding the hand of the man I loved. Diesel must have seen the a
nguish on my face and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

  As far as funerals went, it was a nice peaceful service. The club had used a new local florist in the high street. Keira, the lady who owned the shop was talented. She’d made a Harley out of flowers which looked fantastic. When things were back to normal, I planned on paying her a visit to thank her.

  His parents declined to attend, fucking idiots. He may not have had his biological family here but his true family were and they’d come from different charters to pay their respect. There was a huge party planned at the club house tonight in honour of Jimmy and some of the old ladies had stayed behind to get everything ready.

  Diesel held my hand tight as we walked back to his van. I still couldn’t ride on a bike due to my cast which was frustrating. He’d been looking at me strangely all day, like he wanted to get something off his chest. I stopped walking, loosening my hand from his grasp. “For fucks sake Diesel, are you gonna tell me what’s going on? You’re doing my head in.” He couldn’t look me in the eye which I found unnerving.

  I followed his stare towards a group of the guy’s mounting their bikes in the car park and saw that Duke was on his way over, slowly walking around the graves out of respect.

  “Ink” Duke said with a nod. “Has he asked you yet?” I looked slowly between Duke and Diesel. “Asked me what?” Diesel continued to look everywhere but directly at me. I shrugged my shoulders looking at Duke. “We have Patch in a safe house. Do you want to be present when he meets his maker?” I could feel the anguish and excitement building inside me. “It’s a very fitting day Duke. I’d love to accompany you.” I stated, walking towards Diesel’s van not looking back when I heard Dukes laughter.