Cornish Crusaders MC
(South Coast Brothers #2)
Kacey Hamford
Text copyright © 2015
Kacey Hamford
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organisations, places and events are the products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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TOC
Kacey Hamford
Text copyright © 2015
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Which book next?
About the Author
Acknowledgements
First of all I would like to thank my amazing partner for supporting me in my adventure of becoming a writer. For all of the late night and early mornings that I had to get up and write the story that just wouldn’t let me sleep.
I’d like to thank and mention Lucii, my PA, editor, beta reader and most importantly my friend. She keeps me motivated and on the right track.
Kathleen, Laura, Claire, Emma, Titian and Natalie who are my number one fans. For their great support, advice and encouragement.
Stef, who helped me write this amazing synopsis and helped with the content material.
Bonnie, who helped me out greatly in this book. Without her I wouldn’t have had such detail and the true way a biker club works.
My street team, Kacey’s Kick Ass Crew. Without all of your support in buying and reading my books I wouldn’t be where I am now. I appreciate all of your help and support in getting me and my books out there.
My beta readers, thank you for being completely honest and for all of your feedback regarding this book.
Finally, I’d like to thank all of you for buying my books and helping me on my way to my dream job of becoming an author.
Now, I’ll leave you all in peace to enjoy the second instalment of the South Coast Brothers.
Happy reading.
Chapter 1
Heather
Cammie, Liam and I pulled up in front of the main gates to the Cornish Crusaders MC. The car was loaded with as much stuff as we could possibly fit in. I wound down my window as the prospect stood by the side of my car with his arms folded across his large chest. He was tall and built, like a brick house, with no tattoos in sight.
“Hi, I’m here to see Daisy. She’s my sister,” I told him.
“Moving in?” he chuckles, eyebrows raised high up on his head. I smiled nervously at him and prayed that he let us in. “Name?”
“Heather,” I told him, just as Liam started to cry. His head snapped to the backseat of the car.
“You bringing that in?” he asked, screwing up his face.
“He’s my son, so yes,” I snapped. “If Daisy isn’t around, call Mason… Um, Holes, please.”
“You know the VP?” he asked, leaning his arm on the roof of the car above my door.
“VP?” I asked. “I thought Ryan was VP?”
“Na, he was shot and killed a few weeks ago. Holes got promoted.” He shrugged his shoulders and walked back towards the gate where there was a small shed. He talked into what looked like a walkie talkie. I was surprised to hear about Ryan, why hadn’t Daisy told me about that when I saw her at the party. Why was she at a party if she was grieving for her husband? Blade hadn’t died, he left me and my world felt like it was falling apart. I didn’t know how I was going to cope without him.
“Ok, go on in,” he said as he slammed his hand down on the roof of the car, making me jump and Liam cry louder. I glared at him and he raised his hands in front of him as an apology. I drove up the steep driveway that led to the clubhouse and was surprised to see Mason standing there waiting for us. As soon as I turned the ignition off, he had my door open and was pulling me out of the car. He held me tight against him.
“I knew you’d come back,” he whispered into my hair. I pulled away from him as Liam let out a small scream. I opened the back door and pulled him out of his car seat and held him close to my chest, rubbing his back. “Where’s your husband?” I didn’t feel like talking about it, I knew as soon as I did that I would be a mess again.
“Where’s Daisy? What happened to Ryan?” I asked, avoiding his question.
“She’s in there,” he pointed over his shoulder. I went to walk by and he grabbed hold of my arm. “I wouldn’t, she’s busy.”
“What?” I asked, not sure if what I was hearing was right. “She’s got a new man already?”
“Not one, several,” he laughed.
“You’ve got her being a club whore?” I snapped, looking up at him as he was taller than me. My head only came to his chest.
“It was her choice, sweetheart.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Heather?” Cammie said. I spun around and she was standing by the boot of the car.
“Well, well. Who’s this?” Mason asked as he strolled towards Cammie. She shrunk back against the car as if she was scared. I pulled at the back of his leather cut until he stopped walking and looked around at me. I shook my head slightly, telling him not to bother her.
“What’s your name, babe?” he asked her, completely ignoring me.
“C-Cammie,” she stuttered. He reached out to touch her and she yelped and jumped back, fear was in her eyes when she realised she couldn’t get any further away.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said softly.
“Mason!” I shouted out. He looked at me. “Can we stay? For a little while?”
“Absolutely.” He smiled, leaving Cammie and coming back to me. I heard the roar of bikes and looked over my shoulder to see three bikes riding into the compound. Cammie quickly rushed over to me and I passed her Liam. I knew he would keep her calm and pre-occupied.
“What’s going on, brother?” One of them asked. He was tall, muscly, but not broad, and had tattoos visible on his neck and hands.
“Toes, Solar, Tat. This is Heather and Cammie. They’re going to be staying with us for a little while.” He introduced us and I smiled at them.
“Great, fresh meat.” Solar grinned.
“No…” I began to say when Mason put his hand up to stop me.
“They are not fresh meat, they are not club whores. They are off limits.” Mason warned them.
“You spoil all our fun.” Toes complained.
“Really? So you won’t want to attend the party this evening then?” he asked them.
“Fresh meat?” Solar asked. Mason nodded and they high fived as they walked past us and into the clubhouse.
“What a bunch of jerks,” I mumbled to myself.
“Hey, they’re good guys. Better than that Devon lot you were hanging out with. Speaking of which, why are you here?”
“Uh, Heather. He needs changing.” Cammie told me,
I smiled at her in appreciation; she knew I wouldn’t want to talk about it yet.
“Where are we sleeping?” I asked Mason.
“Open the boot, I’ll grab some of your shit and show you.”
Once we all had something in our hands to carry, we entered the clubhouse and I was thankful to see that the bar area was empty. It looked a lot nicer than the Devon MC, this place had a long bar at one side, tables scattered around the room, two large sofas that faced a large flat screen TV and a corner that looked like it was full of children’s toys and books.
“Are there other kids that live here?” I asked as we followed Mason down a long corridor, doors on both sides of the walls.
“Yeah, Prez and his Old Lady have three kids, Olivia, she is four. Danny, he is two and Caitlyn, she’s ten months, I think.” He shrugged his shoulders and pushed open a door. “This is the only one that is left, hope you don’t mind sharing?” Cammie and I both shook our heads, we would prefer to be close together. The room was quite big, it had two single beds, a wardrobe, chest of drawers and an en-suite bathroom.
“I’ll leave you to settle in, we eat at six. We all eat together. I’ll let everyone know that you are here.”
“Thank you,” I said as I reached up, gave Mason a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“No worries. Bye.” He smiled at Cammie and she smiled back at him, shyly.
Chapter 2
Mason
I walked out of their bedroom, let out a deep exhale as I leant my back against the wall by the side of their door. I let my head drop back and I smiled to myself. I was really happy to see Heather pull up, I always thought we had some unfinished business, especially after the way we broke up years ago. But as soon as I laid my eyes on Cammie, I was like, Heather who? She was gorgeous with long blonde hair, blue eyes and she was petite. There was something behind those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, she seemed troubled, afraid and untrusting. I don’t recall ever seeing this girl before, how did Heather know her? And why would she be here with her?
“VP?” I heard someone call out, I looked to my left and saw the Prez nod his head, telling me he wanted to talk.
“What’s up, Prez?” I asked as we walked into his office. Carla, his Old Lady was in there breast feeding Caitlyn. She wasn’t bothered if any of us were around, if her baby girl needed food, she got it.
“I hear we have some visitors?” He waved his hand in the air, waiting for me to explain.
“Yeah, Daisy’s sister and friend. They have nowhere else to go, I told them they could stay.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Isn’t that something that I should decide on as this is my club?” he shouted, standing to his feet.
“Mike, calm down, you’ll give yourself a heart attack.” Carla said to him. The Prez was in his early fifties, Carla was thirty three. They had met one night when the club brothers were out on the piss and she captured his heart from the start.
“Ok, fine. But if I find them causing trouble…”
“You won’t.” I cut him off, standing up.
“They will have to help out around here, cleaning, cooking, shit like that. We don’t need any more club whores causing us trouble.” I nodded my head and he dismissed me. I walked into the bar area and Missy and Penny were cleaning down the bar and re-stocking it.
“Getting ready for tonight, girls?” I asked as I sat on one of the bar stools. They both smiled and nodded at me, Missy and Penny were our newest club bunnies. They had only been around for a few weeks so they were new to the party experience.
“Drink?” Missy purred. I nodded my head, she turned around and bent to the bottom fridge, digging out my favourite beer. I openly admired her ass, I was the first one to introduce her to club life, shortly followed by Penny and then we all had a little fun together. That was one night I’d never forget.
***
Heather
“You ok?” I asked Cammie as I sat on my bed facing her, she was laying on hers with her eyes closed.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Open up.” I heard Daisy call out. Cammie yelped and sat up in bed, looking worried.
“It’s just Daisy,” I told Cammie as I placed my hand on shoulder in a soothing gesture. I walked to the door and swung it open.
“Ohmygod, what are you doing here?” She squealed as she threw her arms around me. I held on tight to her as the tears began to flow down my cheeks. I sobbed and Daisy pulled away, looking at me. “What’s happened?” I shook my head as I cried in front of her. “Oh, come here.” She dragged me to my bed and we sat down, her arms still tight around me.
“Blade left.” I heard Cammie tell her. “She woke up in the clubhouse, he had packed his stuff, told the Prez he was back to being an enforcer and left without saying anything.”
“Oh, honey.” Daisy comforted me.
“I thought he loved me,” I cried. “And Liam.”
“Liam?” Daisy asked, pulling back from me. I nodded my head towards his moses basket and Daisy got to her feet. She walked over to him and the love she had for her nephew was all over her face. I felt bad that she would never get to experience that, having a baby growing inside of you. “He’s gorgeous, looks just like you.”
“What happened to Ryan?” I asked.
“Not really sure, they said he got shot when they were out on a mission. Club business and all that.” She waved her hand in the air like it didn’t mean anything.
“When?”
“A few weeks ago. I’m ok…” She paused. “You looking forward to the party tonight? It’s gonna be wild.” She smiled, brightly. Any trace of sadness erased from her face. I nodded, I didn’t want to tell her that we would probably be hiding, staying out of the way. The last thing we needed was to be mistaken for a club whore.
Chapter 3
Mason
The party was in full swing, we always opened our bar up to the locals in Portwrinkle so they had a place to drink and relax. Some of the locals weren’t brave enough as they thought we were a typical biker club. We weren’t. Yeah, we did get into some sticky situations, but we didn’t use women, disrespect them or keep them against their will. The club bunnies chose to be here and in exchange for pleasing some of the men, bikers or locals they had a place to stay and food to eat. We only had four bunnies, Missy, Penny, Shelley and Lottie. They were all longing for the life of an Old Lady, but our guys weren’t interested in settling down. Then there was Daisy, who was an Old Lady but her husband got killed. Carla, the Prez’s Old Lady, and Amy, who’s Bangers Old Lady; he is the oldest member of the club and an original Cornish Crusader.
“Hey, Holes.” Missy winked at me as she passed me a beer. I nodded my head in thanks, keeping my eyes on the hallway entrance, I was waiting for a certain blonde. I was excited when Drake, the new prospect, called and said that Heather was here, I told him to let her straight in and I had convinced myself she had come back to me. That we were going to be together again after all these years, there was still something between us, I could feel it. Now I believe that something is a strong friendship, as soon as my eyes landed on Cammie, sensations flowed through my body so strong that I thought I was going to pass out. Was it love at first sight? Did I believe in that? I shook my head and chuckled to myself, I had seen this girl once over four hours ago and she had me all tied up in knots. I took my eyes away from the door and snapped them back quickly as if I was going to miss something. I was missing something, the kick ass party that was flowing all around me. There were girls, booze, music and poker, what more could a man want. ‘That little blonde’ the voice in my head said. I chuckled to myself once again, grabbed Penny on my way to the dance floor and started to enjoy my night.
***
Heather
“Do you want to go and join the party?” Cammie asked me. I looked towards the door where I could hear the music pumping, I was glad that Mason had put us in a room at the back of the clubhouse so Liam wasn’t disturbed. He was fast asle
ep in his moses basket. “I don’t mind staying and looking after him, I’m probably gonna have an early night anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“No, I’m good. Don’t feel much like partying.” I laid back on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Where was he? Why had he left? Would I be able to move on? Was he coming back? My thoughts got interrupted when there was a small knock on the door. From the corner of my eye I saw Cammie’s posture stiffen, I needed to think of a way to calm her, to make her relax. I got up from the bed and opened the door, Daisy came bounding in.
“Sshh, Liam’s asleep,” I told her quietly before she made too much noise.
“What are you doing in here? Come and have a drink,” she slurred.
“How much have you had to drink?” I asked, watching her sway on the spot.
“Only a couple, it helps you know. To not remember him.” I assumed she was talking about her husband. Maybe she had a point, maybe I would be able to sleep better tonight if I was drunk.
“We could lock the room and take the baby monitor with us,” I said to Cammie. She shook her head and I knew it was no use trying to convince her. “Shit, I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Let’s go via my room and get you one of my dresses.” I nodded at her and turned back towards Cammie to make sure it was ok.
“Don’t say anything, just go. I’m gonna lock the door behind you so you’ll have to knock when you come back.” I gave her a small smile, skipped towards her and gave her a big hug.
“I just want to forget him, at least for a little while,” I whispered to her. She nodded her head as she knew that’s what I needed. I walked over to Liam, bent down, kissed his little head and told him I loved him. “If you need me, come and get me.” Cammie gave me a smile, and as Daisy and I left the room I heard the lock being turned. The music was a lot louder the closer we got to the bar. We stopped at a door and Daisy pushed it open. It was bare, it looked like no one lived in it. There was a double bed, a chest of drawers under the window and a small wardrobe along the same wall as the bathroom door.
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