South Coast Brothers Part 1

by Kacey Hamford

  “Drake, everything ok?” he answered.

  “Yeah, everything is fine, kinda. Can you get Ashlyn’s bank account closed? She used her card in the petrol station.”

  “What the hell did she do that for?” he yelled.

  “I don’t know, she said she didn’t know it could be traced.” I glanced at Ashlyn and she had her eyes closed and her head was resting on the car window.

  “Are you away from that petrol station?”

  “Yeah, I was going to stop at Staffordshire as I’m driving this heap of junk…”

  “They gave you a clapped out motor?” he interrupted me.

  “Na, I’m driving a BMW one series. It’s not the same as my bike,” I grumbled.

  “So, where you heading?”

  “I’m gonna stop at the Cheshire Crusaders. We should be there in just over an hour.”

  “Make sure you check in, prospect.”

  “Will do, VP.” I hung up the phone and tossed it into the drinks holder that was in between me and Ashlyn. She was very quiet and I didn’t like that. The way she got worried earlier tells me that she has a family and that they could potentially be looking for her; why had she never mentioned them before?

  “Darlin’?”

  “Mmm?” She didn’t look at me or lift her head off the glass window.

  “Are your family looking for you?” She shrugged her shoulders. “Have you been in contact with them?”

  “No.”

  “If you…”

  “Drake, please, I have a headache. I just need to sleep.” She unclipped her seat belt and climbed from her seat into the back. She laid down and I kept quiet, concentrating on the roads.

  Drake

  WE PULLED up to the gates of the Cheshire Crusaders and a small, young looking kid stopped at my window. I rolled it down.

  “Hey, I’m Drake and that’s Ashlyn.” I pointed over my shoulder. I wasn’t sure if she was still sleeping or not. “I’m a prospect from the Cornish Crusaders, my Prez sent me here. Your Prez should be aware of it.”

  “Hold on.” He walked away from my car, dialling his phone. Once he started talking he looked back at me.

  “Darlin’, are you awake?” She didn’t answer, it started to get dark about fifteen minutes ago as it took us an additional forty minutes to get here due to bloody road works and speed limits were twenty miles an hour under the national speed limit. I couldn’t afford to speed and get pulled over.

  “You can go on in.” The prospect slammed his hand down on the roof of the car as the gate started to open. “By the way I’m Aiden.”

  “Nice to meet you.” I pulled in through the gate and parked my car by the clubhouse doors. As I got out to stretch my legs two guys ambled towards me.

  “Drake?” the older one of the two asked, he looked like he could have been in his sixties with grey hair and wrinkles covering his face and neck.

  “Yeah.” I outstretched my hand and he shook it.

  “I’m Priest. I’m the Prez.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “Who’s this pretty young thing?” the other guy asked as he opened the door and pulled Ashlyn out. He was standing too close to her for my liking.

  “Come here, darlin’.” I held my hand out for her and she pushed away from the other guy and gripped my hand.

  “Don’t worry about leech over there. He’s harmless really,” Priest explained.

  “Prez, this is Ashlyn.”

  “Ah yes, I’ve heard all about her. Come on in. How long you staying?” We followed behind the Prez as he walked through the clubhouse door. We were met with complete silence and as we ventured in further I noticed that there were several religious crosses covering the walls. Above the bar there was a wooden carving of Jesus hanging on the cross and the main window in this room was in fact stained glass.

  “Um… A couple of days, if that’s ok?”

  “No worries, let me show you to your rooms.”

  “Rooms?” Ashlyn asked. “As in more than one?”

  “Of course my dear, you’ll have one each.” We followed him down a long hallway that was lit up brightly and on the walls were pictures of nuns, priests and choirs. What the hell kind of place were we staying in? Our Prez never mentioned this.

  “I’d prefer it if we could stay together.” I told him.

  “Sorry, son. No unmarried couples in a room.”

  “I need to keep an eye on her at all times. My Prez said…”

  “Fine, fine, fine. You can share this room.” He stopped outside of door thirty one. “Prayer time is in one hour, followed by dinner.”

  I widened my eyes as I looked at Ashlyn and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing.

  “Thank you,” I said as I pushed the door open and walked inside, Ashlyn crashed into my back as I looked around the room.

  “Drake,” she scolded me. “Oh my god.”

  “Ssshh, you’re probably not allowed to say that in here.” I chuckled as I moved her further into the room so I could close the door. We were put in a twin room. Single beds were placed on either side of the room, with a bedside table beside each one. There was no TV and no en-suite. Crosses were decorated around the room with religious figurines.

  “Where’s the toilet?” Ashlyn asked.

  “I’m guessing there is a communal bathroom.” I walked over to the bed, I had every intention of rearranging this room so I could sleep next to my girl. “Shit, the fucking beds are screwed to the floor.”

  “Good job, I’d feel like I’d be on a pathway to hell if we did those sorts of things in front of these.” She laughed as she pointed at a row of nun figurines on a shelf by the door.

  “That’s it. We’re not staying here. We’ll carry on to the next club.” I marched towards the door and was about to pull it open.

  “Dray.” She sighed in that way that made my cock twitch. “You’ve been driving. You got stressed with the roadworks. We’ll be fine here.”

  “Fine,” I said turning around. “But we’re sharing a bed.”

  “We’ll never fit in one of those together.”

  “Why did the Prez have to send us to a bloody nunnery?” I complained.

  “I think this is far from a nunnery. They just seem quite religious. We don’t have to pray do we?”

  “Fuck no. I’m gonna grab our shit from the car and then we’ll lock ourselves in here.” I laughed.

  “Sounds like a good plan to me.” She strutted towards me, rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me gently on the lips.

  “I won’t be long.” I left the room and strolled down the long hallway. I stopped in my tracks when I heard groaning and moaning. I had to walk past where the noise was coming from to get to the car. As I passed I saw a guy with the Cheshire Crusaders cut on and he was pounding into a woman that was dressed like a nun. She was bent over a table and by the looks of her bright pink thong that was thrown on the floor and her garter and stockings I’d say she wasn’t a real nun.

  “Harder, fuck me harder!” she screamed.

  “Sssshhh!” He reprimanded her by slapping her on the arse. “Do you want to get caught? We’ll be made to pray for an entire month.” He kept his hand over her mouth as he pounded in to her. I kept my head down and snuck past them, that was how they obviously snuck their ladies in. It was all a bit of a strange set up if you asked me.

  Ashlyn

  ONCE DRAKE HAD LEFT the room, I started trying to transform it. I pulled the mattresses off both beds and pushed them together in the middle of the room, we’d have to use separate duvet covers but that would be ok. I moved all of the scary looking figurines and placed them in the top drawer of the bedside table. I turned off the main light and clicked on the bedside table lamps. I needed to have a talk with Drake, I was pretty sure I was falling in love with him and I needed to know where we were headed and if it was in the right direction then I needed to let him in on some of my demons.

  “Wow, look at this room.” Drake said as he sauntered i
n through the door. I had found a box of matches in the bedside table alongside the bible, so I had lit some tea light candles that were scattered around the room.

  “Do you like it?” I sat down on the right side of the mattresses, I had learnt that Drake liked to sleep on the left side or whichever side was closest to the door.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he dropped the bags onto the floor and headed towards me. His knee went in between my legs and his hands landed on my waist; underneath my t-shirt. My body tensed and he pulled back to look at me.

  “You gone all shy on me?”

  I shook my head. “No, we need to talk.” He pulled back and frowned. “I really like you, Drake.”

  “That’s good, darlin’, because I love you.”

  “What? No, you can’t.” I pushed at his chest until I could look at him properly. “You don’t know everything about me.”

  “Doesn’t matter, you can tell me anything and I’d still love you. I’ve been fighting these feelings for a while now.”

  “Really? So I could tell you that I use to be a man and you’d still love me?”

  “You certainly aren’t a man now.” He winked at me. “Darlin’, you can’t scare me away. I want you to be my Old Lady.”

  “Drake, I can’t be your Old Lady, you’re not a patched member yet. We shouldn’t even be doing this.” I waved my hand back and forth in between us. “What if I cost you your patch, or worse? I can’t bear to lose you, Dray.”

  “Darlin’, relax, it will all work itself out. I promise.”

  “No, you can’t promise that. There are so many things against us.” I climbed to my feet and started pacing. “We’re breaking one of the main club rules. We’re on the run, Switch still might find us yet and there are things I haven’t told you.”

  “Darlin’, breathe, calm down,” he said as he stopped my pacing and placed his hands on my face. “What haven’t you told me?”

  I shook my head out of his hold and stepped back. It was now or never. I gripped the bottom of the jumper and t-shirt and pulled them off over my head. I heard his gasp and closed my eyes as I reached behind and unhooked my bra. I couldn’t look at his face, not yet. I jumped when his hands touched my bare skin and my eyes flew open.

  “Who did this?” he growled.

  “Switch.” I gulped. “He liked to inflict pain as he… came.” I had scars covering my body from the top of my breasts the top of my belly button. Front and back.

  “How many are there?”

  “Twenty two. Twelve on the front, ten on the back but only one was serious. Their doc had to come and give me anti biotics and stitches.”

  “Where?” I pointed to just below my panty line.

  “He stabbed me here.” I pointed to the spot. “He left the knife there until he finished and then yanked it out. I screamed and the blood poured out of me. That’s why I don’t shave completely, I like to keep the scar hidden.” Drake dropped to his knees in front of me and started undoing my jeans, I didn’t stop him. Once he had them open he pushed them down over my hips until I was standing in front of him completely naked. His finger sought out the scar and once he found it he placed a kiss on top of it. He did this to every one of my scars, starting at my tummy and moving up to my breasts and then around to my back. He didn’t hate them, he didn’t think they were ugly.

  “You are gorgeous and I can’t wait until every person in this world knows that you are mine. Only mine.” He was standing in front of me and my hands hurried to rid him of his clothes. I needed him inside of me.

  “Dray, make love to me.” He placed his hands on my hips and lowered me back onto the makeshift bed on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and as he kissed me he pushed gently inside of me. I loved nothing more than being filled by Drake. He held himself up by his forearms that were resting on either side of my head and he constantly showered me with affection, kissing my lips, cheek, neck and shoulder. I could feel my approaching orgasm, I held hold of Drake’s face in my hands and kissed his lips as my release overtook my body. His movements slowed as he emptied inside of me. He pulled back slightly giving me his panty dropping smile.

  “I love you too,” I admitted.

  Drake

  WE HAD BEEN at the Cheshire Crusaders for nearly a month, we had never made plans to stay that long. Every day I would hear the Prez in my head telling me to keep moving but there was never any trouble here and it had me wondering if it was due to the fact that this was a religious MC. It seemed to me that it was the safest place to be. Ashlyn and I soon got used to the prayers before we ate, but it never stopped us from making love every night. My heart beat stronger when she was around and when I went to help the club on business I felt myself longing for her, missing her. I was never separated longer than a couple of hours from her.

  “Prospect!” someone shouted as he banged on our bedroom door. Ashlyn yelped as she made sure her body was covered in the duvet. I jumped out of bed, stepped into my jeans, leaving them undone and pulled open the door slightly. As an unmarried couple we were not supposed to share a bed or our bodies and it made me feel bad that I was disrespecting the club by doing this but there was no way I could keep myself from her. We had grown a lot closer over the last month, she had told me that she had a mum, dad and younger brother and that she hadn’t been back in contact with them as she felt like she didn’t fit into their lives anymore and the one fear she had was to bring harm to them. I shared with her that I had been an only child, my dad had left before I was born and I always felt like my mum never really wanted me. She never gave me hugs or kisses, never told me that she loved me and once I was eighteen she had enough of me and threw me out, with no money and no place to go. For the first three years I had managed to survive by sofa surfing amongst my friends and I couldn’t get a job. That’s when I turned to stealing and soon found myself living on the streets. I left Dorset and managed to hitchhike my way to Cornwall, I spent a lot of my time crashing at women’s houses that I had picked up in a bar, I had done this for a couple of years.

  When I turned twenty-three I got caught stealing a car and ended up in prison, serving a three year sentence. I had met Solar in there, he was released two months before me and when I walked out of that large building he was outside waiting for me with a leather prospect jacket. He had explained all about his club, about how they were like a family, how they supported and trusted each other and he was taking a big risk on bringing me into their club. It was great to be a part of it, especially after growing up and not feeling a part of anything, never feeling like I had a family or anyone that cared about me. Once I had laid my whole story out for Ashlyn she burst into tears telling me that we had to stop seeing each other, that if we were caught and I was made to leave the club then she would have ruined everything for me. She also said she would feel like she was destroying my family. Of course I told her to stop being so silly and that she was my family. I had often caught her staring off into space and I always wondered if she was thinking of her family. I made a promise to myself that once Switch and the Satan’s were taken care of that I would re-unite them and hoped that there would still be room in her life for me.

  “Church.” Leech said as I peered out of the doorway.

  “Be right there.” I closed the door after he walked off and searched the room until I found my t-shirt and cut. “I won’t be long, darlin’.” I kissed her quickly on the lips and moved away before she could deepen it, knowing that if she tried then I wouldn’t have been able to resist her, especially knowing that she was under that duvet naked and most probably wet. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and left her in our room as I headed towards church.

  I didn’t bother knocking, I just waltzed on in and took a seat. This club was relatively small with only eight members.

  “Right, let’s get right down to it,” the Prez started. “Prayer time is in one hour. Drake, your Prez called today and he said it’s time to move on.” I nodded my head at him, I knew this
was coming as we couldn’t stay here forever. “So we’re having a party here tonight to send you off with. We’ve enjoyed yours and Ashlyn’s company. Don’t be afraid to come back and visit.”

  “Thanks, Prez.”

  “Leech, there has been some talk of break ins at the local shops in town, let’s set up some surveillance and see if we can help the owners out, as usual the police are doing fuck all about it. Pallet, your Mrs has been hanging around the gates of the compound again, sort that shit out.”

  “Ex Mrs, Prez,” he added.

  “She obviously wants something, get it sorted.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “That’s it, have fun tonight.” Prez slammed down the gavel and we all climbed to our feet and filed out of the room.

  “DO WE REALLY HAVE TO LEAVE?” Ashlyn asked as she ran her hands through her blonde, wavy hair. I was leant against the communal bathroom door watching her as she got ready for the party. She was wearing a white summer dress that hit her knees, strappy sandals and a white short cardigan that covered up her scars on the top of her back. Those ones weren’t very noticeable, you wouldn’t see them unless you knew about them.

  “Yes, Prez’s orders.” She looked down at her hands. “What is it?” I stalked into the room until I was pressed against her back and looking at her through the bathroom mirror.

  “We’ve been safe here, no drama and no danger. I just feel like that’s going to change once we leave.” Her eyes connected with mine and I saw unshed tears forming.

  “I’m not going to lie to you, it might. But we’ve out stayed our welcome.” She took a deep breath and plastered on a fake smile.

  “Ok, let’s go and enjoy this party.”

  “That’s my girl.” I kissed her neck and her head dropped back onto my shoulder. A throat cleared behind us and I glanced over my shoulder to see Pallet standing there.

  “I need a piss,” he informed us. I wrapped my hand around Ashlyn’s waist and led her out of the bathroom.

  “It’s all yours.” I slapped him on the shoulder and we made our way to the clubhouse bar. I was surprised to see how busy it was, there were scantily dressed women serving drinks to the men at their tables, dancers on the stage surrounded a pole and a lot more men than just the club brothers.