“I can’t imagine what you’d be like this morning if I hadn’t cut you off when I did. It’s not like you to lose control like that. You wanna talk about it?”
I blow out a breath as I look at the food on the plate. Grabbing the tablets, I swallow them down along with half of the water. I give my head a small shake then instantly realise my mistake. Planting my head in my hands I stay like that for a few minutes before looking back up.
“It’s been a rough couple of weeks, I just needed to blow off some steam.”
“Jesus, Flex.” He takes a seat opposite me, his eyes focused on mine. “You know how dangerous it is letting yourself go like that?—”
“Griff. Fucking hell, calm down. Being part of that club has made you paranoid. Not everyone is a bad guy. And I wouldn’t have drank so much if I’d been out on the town. I knew I was safe.”
He gives me a half smile and nods, before getting up and placing his empty cup on the side next to the sink.
“I’m glad that you feel safe enough at the club to let yourself go like that, but don’t make it a habit. I have to shoot, I gotta go to work.” He walks over to me placing a kiss on the top of my head. “Eat, even if it’s just a slice of toast, you need something to line your stomach. I’ll call you later.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just grabs his coat and leaves. I stare at my plate for several minutes wondering if I could actually manage to eat anything.
I sit on the sand watching the waves crash over the shore. I’d managed to eat some of the breakfast that Griff has made me before crashing for another two hours. When I woke, I needed some fresh air, and a swim. It may be summer, but the temperature is low. Not that it bothers me, I like the cold and I love nothing more than jumping into the cold sea.
Stripping down to my swimwear, I dump everything on the sand and head into the water. The breath catches in my throat as the shock of the cold hits me. I give my body a minute to adjust before moving further in then diving under the waves. The water instantly soothes me, a sense of calm washes over me. I feel like I can breathe. My headache is gone and my stomach settles. I swim out about fifteen feet, the water deep enough to cover my shoulders and then swim side to side until I can feel myself just starting to tire. Making my way back to the beach I dry myself off and sit down, the swim was exactly what I needed. I feel so much better. The beach is where I feel the happiest, the beach, the sea. Being here gives me a sense of peace.
I stay for over an hour, by the time I get up to leave, the sun is starting to set, the temperature has dropped even further, and the smell of imminent rain is in the air. As I head back to my car, the distinctive sound of motorcycles has me looking down the street, I see five Harley’s riding toward me. They stop about twenty feet ahead of me, right outside Griff’s studio. I unlock my car, throw my towel inside grab a spare hoody out of the boot and throw it on.
My eyes raise, moving over to where the bikes stopped. Juggler grins and then gives me a salute before heading into the shop. I watch the others follow him inside then realise that Wrath is leaning on his bike watching me. I give him a smile then climb into my car. Staying there watching me drive away, until I turn the corner and can no longer see him.
Chapter
Nine
I couldn’t believe it when I saw her coming up the ramp from the beach. I couldn’t keep my fucking eyes off her. Much to the amusement of my brothers. The fucking smile she gave Juggler grates on me. And I hate that it does. I need to fuck this chick out of my system.
I lean against the table and watch Griff work; the guy is a genius. I’m good at tattooing. But not even close to being anywhere near as good as he is. His artwork is phenomenal. The Knights own Soulless Ink, having a studio in each city where we have a chapter, we all make decent bank from them, but the Newcastle boys are rolling in it, and it’s all because of Griff and his talent.
“So, the Glasgow boys called.” I look up at Knuckles, he glances around the room at each of us. “Looks like what was left of the Poisoned Devils has left their city. But they don’t know where they’ve gone. We need to be on our guard. We took so many of them out, they’ll be looking for revenge.”
I blow out a breath, folding my arms over my chest as I take a step forward.
“I’m not sure me moving chapters right now is such a good idea. They would have seen Manchester on the back of our kuttes they’ll be headed directly for us…”
Knuckles grabs me by my shoulders, shaking his head and looks me dead in the eye. “Brother, it’s a big change. And it’s going to be a massive adjustment for all of us. But it’s the right move. You were always destined to ride in the same club as Nitro. You were the best SAA the Manchester chapter has ever had. We’re stronger than we’ve ever been because of you. We’re gonna miss you, but it’s time. London needs you. They need someone to help strengthen them, they need you to help make them a stronger club. I promise you’ll be the first call I make if we need help.”
I look to Knuckles then turn to face Nitro. He’s my best friend, he asked for me personally. Hell, his club asked for me personally. I know how much he wants me there, how much they need help. Their committee is full of the old guard. Their previous VP died out on a run, poor fucker had a heart attack mid ride and crashed his bike into the central reservation. He died three days later.
Since then, the older guys have said they want to pull back, they don’t want the stress of being in the committee, they’re ready to step aside for the young guns. As an outsider I don’t have any ties to any of them in there, making me the perfect brother to gauge who’s cut out for it and who isn’t.
And Knuckles is right about Manchester. We’ve worked hard the last few years to build up our chapter. We have some incredible brothers, and some crazy fuckers to boot. But that combination of men makes us what we are. They don’t need me there. There are several of the brothers who can move into the SAA spot. Each one will serve the club well.
I give both of them a chin lift, and let the tension leave my body taking a step back and leaning back against the table.
“We don’t need to worry about this shit tonight. Party at the clubhouse, lets blow off some steam.” Juggler gives us a nod then heads out leaving the rest of us at the shop to wait for Griff to finish up.
The clubhouse is wild, there are club girls getting fucked and giving blow jobs everywhere I turn. I scan the room, looking for someone free. There are several whores patrolling the room looking for one of us to get their claws into. I spot a dark-haired whore by the end of the bar. She’s sipping on a glass of clear liquid eyeing up the room. I down my beer and make my way over to her.
She flutters her eyes at me the moment I step up to her.
“Hey there sexy.”
“Not interested in small talk. Get on your knees.”
She gives me a fucking cheesy grin than drops to her knees. Her hands make quick work of my belt and zipper, getting my pants around my ankles within seconds.
I hiss when her cold hands make contact with my dick. I’ve been hard for hours thinking about the blonde bombshell. The whore’s dark hair falls around her face, and it pisses me off.
