Duke (Aces MC Series Book 2)

by Foster, Aimee-Louise

  She looked at me with watery eyes. Jesus, her hormones were all over the place at the moment. I couldn’t say anything without upsetting her these days.

  I removed my hands and placed them lightly on her baby bump. “You’re wearing yourself out babe, you need to chill.”

  She smiled sweetly as we looked down at her growing belly. The feelings that this simple gesture provoked were unreal. To think that I was going to be a father soon just blew me away. Ash was like a breath of fresh air in what had become a stale existence. She’d given me the motivation and courage to face my demons and had now given me the future that I thought I didn’t deserve.

  “Oh Taylor, Duke it looks fantastic.” Chanel shrieked as she dashed into the club house.

  “Nothing to do with me darlin, it was all Ash’s doing.” I stated as I sauntered over to her with open arms. “Happy birthday.” Chanel walked into my embrace. I held her tight as I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. We’d become close over the past six months and Ash and I had become almost surrogate parents, since her arsehole of a father had disappeared.

  I let her go and held her at arm’s length. Jesus Christ! I couldn’t handle all of these emotional females. Chanel stood before me with tears streaming down her blotchy cheeks.

  “What’s up babe?” I asked, not understanding why she was actually crying. I placed my thumbs on her cheeks just under her eyes and started to wipe away the tears.

  “Thank you.”

  “Thank you for what Chanel, I don’t understand?” Women should come with a fucking manual. They just assumed us men were mind readers.

  “Just thank you for everything. The two of you just took me in and made me part of your family. I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to show you just how grateful I am.”

  “Are you two having a heart to heart again?” Ash asked as she joined us.

  “Chanel was just asking what she could do to show us just how grateful she is about being part of the family.”

  “Oh well, every big sister has to offer to babysit once in a while.” Chanel’s face lit up at the term of endearment.

  “Yeah, Mitchell Junior will need babysitting from time to time.” I winked at Chanel, knowing full well what was coming.

  “Don’t start this again Duke. We’ve discussed this already and there’s no way I’m calling our son Mitchell Junior! You have to push your luck…” Ash walked off with the hump still ranting about the name.

  Chanel turned to me, “She’ll never give in Duke.”

  I smiled at Chanel, “We’ll see.”

  Spike - Aces MC Series Book 3

  Please enjoy a preview of Book 3 from the Aces MC Series, which will be available in August 2015.

  Spike

  “My tummy’s too full Helen, can I leave the rest?” I couldn’t eat all of my sausage and mash, I was stuffed. Helen always spoilt me when mum and dad were out by gaving me bigger portions. She said I was a growing boy and needed a lot of food to make my muscles really big.

  “That’s fine little man.” Helen got up from her chair and carried our plates over to the kitchen work top. “I’ll clear them away later, let’s go run you a bath.” She said with a smile, taking me by the hand to lead me up the stairs.

  I loved bath time. Helen allowed me to put all of my soldiers in the bath and there were a lot of them. Mum didn’t like my soldiers. She used to curse if they were left around the house and she especially got mad if she trod on one with her bare feet but not Helen, she liked playing with my soldiers. We made up stories and played armies.

  I was always in charge of the British army and I made Helen play with the German soldiers. I always won because I had the biggest tanks but Helen’s was now broken. Dad stamped on it last week because I wasn’t quick enough to get him a beer out of the fridge. I’ll just have to remember to run faster next time because I don’t want him breaking any of my other tanks.

  After playing for a while, Helen put down the toilet seat and sat there to read. She studied really hard and was always reading. She told me that she wanted to be a Journalist when she left school. I wasn’t sure what one of them was but Helen said they write stories for newspapers. She would be good at that because she used to make up stories for me all the time.

  “You don’t have to stay here Helen, I’m a big boy now. Look I have muscles.” I said trying to show her how big my arms were.

  “I know little man but I like spending time with you.” She smiled at me and leant over to ruffle my hair. I loved my sister.

  “Phrrrrrrr, Phrrrrrrr, Boooooooffff, Cuh-chunk POW!”

  Helen glanced up from her book, “Did they win?”

  “Yeah. They not only won they destroyed them, look they’ve sunk to the bottom.”

  She smiled at me, “You’re getting wrinkly, it’s nearly time to get out.”

  I looked at my hands to see my crinkly skin and nodded in agreement.

  “Have you washed behind your ears Connor?”

  I held my breath and dunked myself under the water to make sure everything had been washed. When I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I stuck my head out of the water and let out the breath I’d been holding. I glanced at Helen to see a frown on her face.

  “You know I don’t like it when you do that. I worry you’re not coming back up.”

  “Sorry.” I said as I didn’t like upsetting her. She acted like a mum sometimes, well not like my mum but how I thought real mums should be. Like the ones you read about in stories or see on TV.

  “Come on let’s get you ready for bed, have you decided what story you want yet?”

  “What-a-Mess!” I said excitedly as I jumped out of the bath getting Helen wet.

  “Not again!”

  I started to giggle as Helen ruffled me in the towel, tickling me through the material. I loved the What-a-Mess stories. They were about a puppy called Prince Amir of Kinjan. I asked Helen where Kinjan was and she told me that she’d take me there one day. Helen said we would need to go on a boat and an aeroplane and that I would have to be a very good boy. I don’t know when she’s taking me though because I haven’t even got a passport but a promise is a promise.

  I quickly got into my pyjamas and snuggled under the covers to keep warm. The heating was still broken and mum said we didn’t have the money to fix it yet but Helen always made sure that I was warm and brought me her cover every evening. She took it back when I was asleep so that she could use it. I loved my sister.

  “The end.” We said together through fits of laughter.

  “Right little man, you need to get some sleep. You’ve got school in the morning.” Helen kissed my forehead and made sure that I was tucked in. She turned and started to walk towards the door.

  “Helen!” She turned looking at me. “I love you.”

  Helen smiled and walked back over to me, leaning down she whispered, “I love you too Connor. Sweet dreams little man.” She brushed the hair out of my eyes before walking out of bedroom.

  I lay there in the dark thinking about how much fun I’d had this evening with Helen but my eyes started to droop from being so tired.

  I woke to a terrible scream. Had I been dreaming? I sat up in bed and looked around the room which was in darkness apart from a ray of light from the lamp in the hallway coming through the gap of the door. I’m sure it was nothing to worry about Helen was probably watching the television in the living room. That’s when I heard it again. I quickly lay back down and pulled the covers over my body including my head. I could hear my heavy breathing and the thumping of my heart in my chest. That wasn’t the television that was someone in trouble.

  The last time I heard a scream like that I went to investigate but Helen stopped me in the hallway. She explained that mum and dad had drunk too much coke and were a little hyperactive, whatever that meant. That night, I stayed in her bed and felt the safest I have ever been.

  I needed to be brave and investigate again or at least go into Helen’s room as she’d keep me safe.
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  I crept quietly across my bedroom and squeezed through the gap of the door carefully because I didn’t want to open it further just in case it squeaked. I leapt across the landing and went into Helen’s room but she wasn’t there.

  “Helen!” I whispered but there was no answer.

  There was another scream but this time I recognised the voice, it was Helen and it was coming from the living room, down stairs.

  “You need to be brave, you need to be brave.” I whispered to myself as I built up the courage to go and investigate further.

  I walked quietly across the carpeted floor missing out the squeaky floorboard that I knew was at the top of the stairs. I could hear noise coming from the living room but I knew that Helen wouldn’t invite people over because she was too embarrassed of what our house looked like. I slowly crept down four stairs and bent down so that I could peer through the banisters.

  Helen was lying face down on the table and a hairy man was standing behind her, holding her down with his hand on the back of her neck. She had tears running down her face and she was trying to struggle to get him off. What had she done? Why was he hurting her?

  I continued down the stairs quietly, I needed to either get help or rescue her. I just didn’t know which one or how?

  I looked around the room taking everything in, when a second man entered the living room from the kitchen. He didn’t help Helen, he just stood looking at her with an evil grin on his face and those eyes, he had really scary eyes.

  “Haven’t you stuck it in her yet?” The man with the scary eyes asked almost annoyed.

  “I’m trying man but she’s so fucking tight.”

  Helen let a high pitched scream and I could see how frightened she was. She continued to scream at him to stop and cried as the man grabbed hold of her tightly around her neck.

  That’s when I saw it. The man was holding his willy in his hand, stroking it up and down. Helen had no pyjama bottoms on and he was trying to put his willy in her but she didn’t want him too. She started to scream again and tried to grab the man but he continued to hold her against the table.

  I didn’t know what to do. I froze watching her fight with all her might as I felt the tears rolling down my face.

  Helen opened her eyes slightly and I saw her face change as she noticed that I was watching. She mouthed something but I couldn’t hear what she was saying so I leant closer now leaning on the banisters. She mouthed it again, Hide! She told me to hide. I looked up the stairs, I could go and hide but I couldn’t leave Helen. He was hurting her and I had to do something. Helen said that I was strong, I had to use these muscles to try and save her.

  I screamed as I jumped off the stairs and ran as fast as I could towards the hairy man who was hurting Helen. I ran as fast as I could and used the sofa to help me pounce onto the back of her attacker like a big vicious cat. I grabbed him around the face and started to claw at his eyes.

  “What the fuck…Ahhhhhh…Frank get him off.” The man screamed as I attacked him. I grazed his cheeks as I sank my nails into his skin and was pleased when I saw blood but I wasn’t strong enough. The scary eyed man grabbed me and held me tightly against his chest as he moved me to the other side of the room out of the way with ease.

  “Get off him. Let him go!” Helen shouted as she tried to push herself up off the table.

  “Shut up bitch!” The hairy man screamed as he punched her in the back of the head and held her tightly again pushing her face into the table with force. I looked at Helen as the man carried me across the living room and could see that the fight had now left her body.

  He roughly put his willy inside her but she didn’t fight him this time. The tears continued to fall down her cheeks but she closed her eyes tightly and her face twisted every time he pushed inside her. He was making horrible noises as he gritted his teeth and had now moved his hands so that he was holding on either side of the table as he continued to hurt her. I tried to move my hands so that I could cover my ears, I didn’t like the sounds he was making.

  “Oh no you don’t. You can watch and hear your little slut of a sister being fucked.”

  I continued to struggle in his arms but he was too strong. The noises continued and the table began to move as he was now pushing really hard. The hairy man’s grunts became really loud until he finally stopped and gritted his teeth. He sagged and collapsed on top of Helen as he caught his breath.

  “About fucking time! Now let me have a go.” The man with the scary eyes said. The next thing I felt was a hard punch to the side of my head and I could see darkness with sparks of bright light in my right eye.

  “He fucking pissed on my leg!”

  I quickly looked down and noticed that my pyjama bottoms were wet. I hadn’t realised I’d wet myself. The hairy man started to laugh as he pulled up his trousers and I saw blood dripping down his leg, he must have really hurt Helen to have made her bleed.

  This was my opportunity to get out of here and get some help for Helen. I looked around the room to try and find a way out, taking a deep breath I took off running through the living room towards the front door. I scrambled around trying to pull the handle as the scary eyed man chased after me. I managed to open the door and the cold night air hit me and I had to catch my breath quickly as I started to run down the gravel path, feeling the stones dig into my bare feet but I didn’t care, I needed to get help. I ran into the road and continued down the street looking for a house with a light on. I saw that Vera’s porch light was still on although it must now be late. I cut across her front garden and up the steps to her front door and banged with both fists as hard as I could.

  “Vera! Vera!” I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as I thumped on the door. I looked around to see if the man had followed me but the street was empty. My heart was pumping in my chest as fast as I was hammering on the door.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Why wasn’t she opening the door?

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  “Spike are you in there man?”

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. It took me a while to realise that I was at home. Not another fucking nightmare! They were coming thick and fast since Ink had been kidnapped.

  I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, resting my feet on the carpeted floor. I flexed my toes in the shag pile carpet whilst I got my shit together and tried to clear my head. The pinch of the gravel on my bare feet and roughness between my toes had been so real this time.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  “Spike, its Duke open up!”

  I slowly stood and looked in the mirror, wiping the tears that had trickled down my face for the loss of my sister. I loved her so much.

  End of sneak peek.

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