North (Hell's Legacy MC Book 1)

by J. S. Andersson

  North was watching me when I looked up at him, and he gave me a slight smile.

  “Molly will see to Rach’s punishment, while Scar and I take care of these two,” Aiden instructed before grabbing Dylan by the arm and dragging him out of the room. Scar followed suit, dragging Matt with him.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven.

  Slammer.

  It was early morning when we arrived back at the house. The TV was going in the lounge room, but other than that, the house was quiet. North was asleep on one end of the lounge with Willow’s head in his lap. He was mostly sitting up, and leaning slightly sideways with one of his arms laid across Willow’s stomach. Cyndi and Jacob were passed out on the floor, with a mountain of pillows.

  “You gonna leave em like that?” Scar asked, looking down at them.

  “Don’t see no point in disturbing them,” I said.

  Heading towards the kitchen, Molly came down the hall with her coffee cup in hand.

  “How’d it go with Rach?” I asked Molly.

  “Yeh, about as well as can be expected. She doesn’t know who Willow is. I made sure to keep it that way, and I didn’t mention anything about her being your daughter. For the next month she’s on household cleaning duties. She has to do it all, washing, cleaning, cooking, the lot, even the bathroom duties. Complained a lot about it too, went so far as to tell me I couldn’t punish old ladies. I had to bluntly remind her that she was nobodies old lady, and she wasn’t likely to ever be an old lady. She even told me North would object to my punishments, I laughed at that. I’ve also cut her off for that month, she won’t be getting any payment from us.” Molly said, fixing us all coffee.

  “Did she say what the fight was over?” I asked.

  Handing me my cup, and sitting at the table she answered. “She kept to the same story. Said they were all dissing the club. She was only sticking up for the MC and the club girls.” She said.

  “So, she knows nothing about the threats to Willow?” I asked.

  “No, how are you going with that, any leads?” she asked.

  “No,” I said.

  I was at my wits end with it, the threats kept coming, but I wasn’t any closer to figuring out who was behind it. I had an old P.I buddy digging into everything in Ally’s and Willow’s past, yet we still had no answers. The accident looked like a simple hit and run, but there was nothing to indicate that there was anything more to it. Every time we turned up something new, we hit another dead end.

  “We’ll figure it out son, we won’t let anything happen to her,” I said.

  “The threats are escalating, it was months in between before, whereas now they’re coming every day, and we’re just sitting around waiting for his next move,” I said.

  “The clubs gonna need to know everything soon so we can protect her better,” Molly pointed out.

  “I know,” I snapped.

  Getting up, I put my cup in the sink. Kissing Molly on the cheek, and leaving the room, I stopped and stared down at Willow, who looked so peaceful. I can’t let anything happen to her, it would destroy me.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight.

  Willow.

  26-5-2017

  Dear Mum,

  Last night I went to my first party that wasn’t a kiddie birthday party. It was a club party (which I didn’t know beforehand), and I got drunk and drugged.

  The party was like a huge sex scene. The girls were all mostly naked, their outfits consisted of G-strings and high heels. Some wore bikinis, while others were just wearing nipple tassels, or nothing.

  They were dancing as if they were already having sex, and I must admit some of them actually were.

  But it wasn’t too bad. I’d attend another one.

  I’ve decided I don’t really like shots, they burn my throat and leave a horrible aftertaste. Eww, and beer, MUM that shit is gross. I now understand why you used to drink wine instead of beer.

  I went with Cyndi, Jacob, Matt and Dylan (Jacob’s older twin brothers.) They were the ones that invited us to the party.

  We got into a fight with this redhead. She had awesome thigh-high red boots, but she was a bitch. Cyndi was only talking to Matt and Dylan about old ladies and club sluts, when she started on Cyndi.

  She started shoving her around, and I tried to get her off Cyndi. I ended up getting an elbow to the face, I threw up on Red’s shoes, and I passed out.

  My head still hurts. I ruined my dress with blood, and vomit.

  Aiden suspects that someone slipped something into my drink, because I passed out. North took us all back to my place, after leaving the clubhouse. We all slept out in the lounge room, on the floor.

  North woke me every hour and forced me to drink a shit load of water. He stayed at the house all night watching over me. I woke with his arm across my stomach, my head in his lap, and I felt safe and protected.

  Aiden was a lot calmer than I expected him to be. He didn’t raise his voice or punish any of us. He didn’t even send Cyndi and Jacob home, he let them spend the night.

  We did get a lecture before he went back to the clubhouse this morning. He told us to be careful where we get drunk from now on and make sure no one else handles the drink first, maybe wait till we turn eighteen to go drinking publicly again.

  Scar was like a raging bull from the moment he realised Red had elbowed me in the face. He took us to Aiden’s office and then left. When he came back, he had North, Aiden and Gran with him, and he wouldn’t stop pacing and muttering curse words under his breath.

  North lost it when he walked into the room, he punched the door frame, swore and stood against the wall. Then when Matt and Dylan were led into the room and spoken to, North moved and stood in front of me. Cyndi told me in the car on the way home it was a protective stance and I was the one he was protecting, either that or he didn’t want them to look at me, so he blocked their view.

  Aiden and Scar gave them their punishment. I was worried they may end up dead, but Jacob told me today that they were in the hospital. They’d both almost been beaten to death and Dylan had suffered some broken bones.

  They’re no longer prospects for the club, not that I know what a prospect for the club is. Aiden told them if they came near me again, he’s going to kill them.

  I feel like a complete fool. I thought Dylan liked me. I thought he was a decent guy.

  Another two items crossed off my list. I went to a party and I got drunk and although a catfight wasn’t on my list, to begin with, I guess I can cross that off too.

  I have a killer headache to show for it. Gran tells me it’s called a hangover.

  ‘Shots’ she keeps muttering and laughing at me. She also said that a good day’s rest and a greasy feed would fix it. After she made me breakfast burgers, she sent me back to bed. I spent most of the day in bed sleeping, then I spent the afternoon helping Gran bake cakes and biscuits like we do every Sunday.

  She keeps muttering and telling me North has it bad and is all twisted up. When I ask her about it, she laughs and says all in good time my dear and walks away laughing. It's annoying as hell.

  So that was my weekend.

  North is downstairs with Aiden, Scar, Pyro and Tank right now. They arrived after dinner, and they’re here discussing business. I got to spend five minutes alone with North tonight before Scar bellowed at him to get in there.

  It was sweet, he grabbed my hand as I walked past him to go upstairs. He ran his thumb along the top of my hand, over and over again. He didn’t let go of my hand until he walked off to join the others.

  He asked if I was ok after last night. Asked if I enjoyed the party. He told me even with the bruising I was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, while running his other hand down my cheek.

  He called me a woman. A woman, MUM.

  I miss you, Mum. Wish we could talk about all this and you could give me your advice.

  Love Always and Forever,

  Your Daughter

  Willow.

  Xoxo

  Cha
pter Twenty-Nine.

  Willow.

  “Willow come give me a hand please,” Gran yelled from downstairs.

  “Yeah,” I said walking into the kitchen.

  “I need you to peel those potatoes and put them on the stove to boil,” she said, pointing behind her. “Then I need you to mash them. The meatloaf is in the oven.”

  “Ok, that’s a lot of potatoes,” I said.

  “Some of the guys from the club are coming over for dinner, and Lord knows those men can eat,” she said with a laugh, handing me the peeler.

  “I’ve got an errand to run. I shouldn’t be gone too long,” she said searching her handbag for her keys and heading towards the door.

  “Ok Gran, see ya,” I said, connecting my phone to the speaker in the kitchen, and turning my music up.

  Dancing around singing to the music, I fill a pot with water and put it on the stove to boil.

  Jacob: Get better taste in music.

  Willow: Bite me.

  Jacob: U wish.

  Willow: No, I don’t.

  Jacob: No u wish it was North.

  Willow: Shut up!

  Peeling all the potatoes, I put them in the pot.

  While waiting for the potatoes to boil, I dance around folding a load of washing and singing.

  Draining the potatoes, I add a splash of milk and a spoonful of butter into the pot. Grabbing the masher from the drawer, I start to mash the potatoes.

  “Are you kidding me right now?”

  My potatoes are like rocks, there was no way my masher was going to mash these potatoes. The potato masher was getting all bent out of shape.

  Frustrated I start slamming the potato masher down trying to mash the potatoes like I had seen Gran do thousands of times.

  “What did those potatoes ever do to you?” North asked.

  “Nothing,” I bite, slamming the masher back down on the potatoes in the pot and turning to look at North, with a huge smile on his face and laughter in his voice.

  “Here give me that,” He said.

  Taking the masher from my hands he places it on the bench beside the pot. Putting his hand on my waist, his other hand tucks the hair behind my ear, and giving me his charming megawatt smile.

  Looking in the pot he bursts out laughing

  “Baby girl these potatoes are whole,” he said through his laughter. Grabbing a fork out of the drawer, he pokes it into the potatoes, “and raw,” he said.

  “Yeah, Gran said to peel them, and put them onto boil, and then mash them.” I said.

  North stands there holding the fork, laughing, and shaking his head.

  “You’re supposed to cut them up first, baby girl,” he said.

  “Humph, well nobody told me that,” I said, slapping North's shoulder, which only made him laugh more.

  “I’m glad you find this so funny,” I snapped.

  “Oh, I do baby girl, I really do,” he said shaking his head, “hand me that knife.”

  Handing him a knife from the dishwasher, I watch as he cuts the potatoes up in smaller chunks, adds more water, and puts the pot back on the stove.

  He wore his usual jeans that rode low on his hips, with grease stains, a black long sleeve shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows and a backwards cap. The only thing missing was his cut which was thrown over the back of a chair.

  He was so hot, he was drool-worthy.

  “You just gonna stand there watching me baby girl?”

  My cheeks were heating up, and the butterflies in my stomach were causing havoc. I knew if I looked in a mirror I’d be blushing.

  A loud screeching sound followed by gunshots echoes through the house.

  North tackles me to the ground, covering me with his body. Glass shatters and bullets fly through the house.

  North pulls his phone from his pocket. “Gunshots. Slammer. Now,” he barks into the phone before shoving it back in his pocket.

  “Baby girl, are you ok?” He asks holding his hand to my face and running his fingers down my cheek.

  I open my mouth to speak but end up nodding my head not being able to find my voice or the words. I lay there shivering.

  “You’re in shock,” he says, pulling his shirt off and putting it over my head, “quickly put your arms through,” he directs. He does all this without moving off me.

  “Thanks,” I mumble.

  “I won’t let anything happen to you,” North says kissing me on the forehead, and leaning down to whisper in my ear, “I like you in my shirt.”

  “Where the hell is she?” bellows Aiden as he comes running through the door followed by Pyro, Tank, Scar and Shadow.

  “We're over here,” North says standing up and pulling me with him. “You’re ok baby girl,” he whispers tucking my hair behind my ear.

  Aiden stands in front of me looking me over. His eyes rake down my body, checking for any injuries.

  “Are you ok? You’re not hurt anywhere?” he asks.

  Not trusting my voice to answer, I just nod my head.

  Someone shot up the house. I could have been shot. North could have been shot We could have been hurt. I could have died. North could have died. Oh my god.

  Pulling North’s sleeves over my hands, I wrap my arms around myself.

  “What the hell are you wearing girl?” Scar bellows.

  I look down at my clothes. Oh, shit, it looked like I had nothing on under Norths shirt. I was wearing jeans short shorts, and a singlet underneath Norths black shirt, which made it look like I was wearing a dress.

  “Umm clothes,” I mumble barely above a whisper.

  Scar turns his glare on North.

  “Where the hell is your shirt?” he bellows.

  North just laughs and points towards me.

  “We haven’t got time for this” Aiden bellows. “Willow, I need you to go upstairs and pack some clothes and your school stuff,” Aiden demands.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Bring enough to last a couple weeks,” he says, ignoring me.

  Chapter Thirty

  North.

  Willow turns and walks out of the room, tears running down her cheeks.

  “What the hell happened?” He said stopping his pacing.

  “I was helping her make mashed potatoes, the next thing I knew tyres screeched outside and then bullets came raining in through the front of the house,” I said.

  “Did you get a visual? How many? Who were they?” Scar asked.

  “No, I got nothing. I wasn’t leaving her side,” I said.

  “It’s gotta be the LPG crew,” Tank said.

  A few years ago, we had run-ins with the LPG crew, they called themselves the Little Plastic Gangsters. They were a group of guys, they relied heavily on drugs, selling and using. Most of the time they were off their faces and ready to kill. They liked to push their merchandise onto everyone and anyone, not giving a damn who they hurt in the process.

  “We already dealt with them scum bags,” Scar roared as he walked out of the room muttering obscenities under his breath as he went.

  “I want everyone at the clubhouse. Until further notice, we’re on lockdown,” Slammer ordered.

  “Are you gonna tell everyone what’s going on?” Pyro asked.

  “No,” Slammer said.

  “Doesn’t the club deserve to know what’s going on?” Tank asked.

  “I don’t want anyone that's not in this room knowing who Willow is, especially the club sluts and prospects.” Slammer said.

  “So, who do we tell em that she is then?” Tank asked, “we can’t just hide her upstairs out of view from everyone.”

  Making his way up the stairs, Slammer says, “Church in an hour.”

  Turning the oven and the stove off, I drain the potatoes.

  Slapping me on the back, Pyro Roars with laughter “Aww he’s all domesticated,”. He said.

  Saluting him with my middle finger “Laugh it up, brother,” I said.

  Scar came storming back into the room, barking orders into his
phone.

  Hanging up the phone he bellows up the stairs “Fuck, Slammer we’ve got another fucking problem.”

  “What now?” Tank asks, as Slammer comes rushing down the stairs.

  “Molly’s car was blown up outside the chemist.”

  “Fucking hell,” Pyro booms, “What the fuck is going on?”

  “North, I need you to get Willow to the clubhouse. Take her to her room, she does not leave your sight.” Turing to the others, “The rest of you come with me,” He demands walking out of the room.

  Chapter Thirty-One.

  North.

  As I'm carrying Willow’s bags into the clubhouse she stops, just inside the door, looking around nervously. She looks sexy as fuck standing there wearing my shirt. She had changed from her shorts to a pair of jeans that fit like a second skin. She had black boots on and an oversized black handbag that looked full.

  Rooster, Wreck-it, Acid and Pup were playing pool on the other side of the room. They all looked over and nodded towards us.

  Roxy, Rach and Nikki were over by the bar talking and laughing. They all looked over towards us. Rach smiled, flirtatiously waving before instantly zoning in on Willow standing just behind me. Her smile turns to a murderous gaze. Grabbing a shot off the bar she throws it back and storms from the room.

  “Come on Baby girl, I’ll show you to your room.”

  Taking her hand in mine, I walk her through the main room of the clubhouse and guide her up the stairs to the third floor, where all the officer’s rooms were.

  There were four empty rooms on this floor.

  Stopping at the door right next to Slammers which was the room at the end of the hall.

  “This is going to be your room Baby girl. Slammers room is the one at the end of the hall, right next to yours.” Opening the door, I put her bags down just inside the door and flipped the lights on.

  Willow stands just inside the door, looking around. She hadn’t said much since we got here, since we got in the car really.