“All good brother.” he says as I walk past him and outside. The sun will be rising in about 30 minutes and I wanna be at Devil's Peak by then.
Pulling up to the peak I pull my helmet from my head. I kick the stand down on my bike and walk to the spot where a few weeks ago I sat with the woman who has captivated me in more ways than one. She eases me. Eases the pain, eases the stress and eases the torment. Life’s a cunt, isn't it.
Watching the skyline turn to a blood orange before me and pulling a smoke from the pack, lighting it, I settle back in and watch as the dawn of a new day rises and wipes away the shit from the past day. I have fallen in love with the daughter of my club president. I didn't mean to and I can't seem to stop it. I have tried. I have killed men. Bashed men fucked countless women.
Smoked, drank, done lines of speed. Shot people, shot shit and lifted weights, boxed worked out and ran. Still I can't seem to escape her and her haunting green eyes. She pulls me back to life when the dark gets too much and it's that dark that scared her. I am too much too handle for her stunning soul.
Pulling into the clubhouse, I felt like I had been riding for days. This whole Senna and safe house shit’s pulling me under a blanket where I can't even see straight.
“Afternoon babe.” Mrs H says as I walk in cracking the lid of a bud light for me.
“Look like you need this son.” her warm tone washes over me as my eyes meet hers. She is home. This is home, yet I still wanna leave. Need to leave.
“Something stronger would be better Mrs H” leaning over kissing her cheek.
“Not going to happen when you have to be watching the girls and actually.” Her eyes scan the clubhouse, “Where are the girls?” Taking a pull of the ice-cold beer it settles in my empty stomach and I instantly feel sick
“At the safe house with Cap and Flame I needed...”
“Viper,” cut off by the billowing bellow of the president of this club house. “You’re here for what reason?” he roars storming toward me as Mrs H’s hand finds mine
“I'll make you some food you look like you will need a meal and I'll pour you a whisky after this. You're going to need it. He’s been like a bear with a sore thumb sine you all went into outside lockdown. I nod at her as Ace points to the doors of church
“You in there, now.” picking up my beer and running my hand over my tense neck, dragging me feet, I head into church.
“Why the fuck aren’t you at the safe house?” he barks at me before I can even sit down. “Well?” he roars again. Fuck me.
“Well your daughter is crazy and the other one is just plain moody, and Flame is watching them. I needed to get out and sort some shit.” running my hand along the side of my jaw.
“What shit is more important than my daughters.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Enough with yelling at me.”
Ace’s phone buzzes inside his pocket cutting the stare off. He was about to really blow his lid. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched over his words before he was about to fire them. I watch as he pulls the phone from his pocket taking another pull from the beer and lighting a cigarette.
“What?” he barks. Watching him carefully as I smoke and sip my beer. “And this is?” looking over to him his features not giving anything away. They’re stone cold and on edge.
“What makes you think I have an I'll scratch your back; you scratch mine mentality.” Watching him closely as the vein in his neck turns purple under pressure, I’m ready to step in, in an instant.
“Favor, I owe you no favors,” his tone us deathly wild. I place my hands on the table and push myself up as he mummers and nods and mummers his face changing color as the conversation carries on.
“I don't bargain with anyone, son, and definitely not the fucking Cartel.” With that I round the table fast. Cigarette in hand and bottle of beer left forgotten stabbing the smoke out in the ashtray.
“Speaker, put it on speaker.” I snap out to Ace he shakes his head at me holding his hand up to silence me. Not happening. My eyes narrow in him as he rolls his eyes, pulling the phone from his ear and hitting the speaker icon. The thick Mexican accent rasps out through the room.
“Favor a favor you will give unless you want that little safe house blown up,” he threatens. Oh fuck, no he didn’t. Whom-ever this dick bag is he better watch himself Cartel or not you fuck with what I care about and you better be ready to pay with your head in a bag.
“Well, son, I don't work too well with threats, so best you try again.” Ace bites down into the phone. It’s inches from his mouth, spittle flying over the screen. He’s seething and I don't blame him.
“626 Creeks Road ring a bell there, Prez.” my eyes go wide Ace fists clenched knuckles going white. “Or 732 Skull Valley Road hitting home, Brother.” The way he says Brother sends a chill up my spine.
“Yeah, just go with it. Fuck that means they have eyes on us.” I breathe out sweat beading down my spine.
“Fuck, I’m here and she’s alone.” My fists balling digging my nails into my palms.
“Or 891 Wildfire Crescent.”
Again, that voice its rattling me like really fucking shaking my core and I’m on hard man to rattle.
