Chapter Forty
Heidi lay against me, gently breathing, a tiny snore, then the lick of her lips as she repositioned herself into the crook of my arm. The flat was warm, the bed warmer, and it was killing me knowing I needed to get up and crawl into my freezing cold bike leathers in the freezing cold February air. But there was club business to be done, in the dead of night, while everyone slept. Everyone but the Kings.
I moved carefully, slowly pulling on my leather trousers, enveloping my thighs in tight cold material. Pulling my cut onto my back, I crept away, stepping over the spot in the room where the floorboard complained, and around the boxes stacked in the corner. For a moment I stopped, looking around my flat. It had served its purpose. A place to crash, put my head down, sleep off the alcohol that had saturated my system, but it had never been home.
Glancing across at the woman sleeping soundly in my bed, her blonde hair spilling over the pillow, the top of a creamy shoulder poking out under the duvet, I smiled. She’d made my little flat home these last few weeks, something to come back to. But it was a stopgap for her. Till her own apartment purchase came through. And then my bed would be empty again.
I left the flat by the back stairs, taking the ten steps through the yard to the garage at the back. The roller shutter rumbled noisily, the sound echoing off the walls of the properties that lined the back lane on the other side, the deep growl of my exhaust adding to the silence. If the birds roosting in the leafless branches of the trees above had been asleep, they weren’t now. But even they didn’t leave the warmth of their beds.
*****
“It’s fucking freezing,” Magnet complained from beside me. “My cock’s gonna drop off.”
“Thought it already had, mate,” a twin answered him. “That’s what Suzy tells us.”
“Fuck off!”
Demon chuckled into his helmet from the other side of me as we stood watching the pub on the outskirts of Sunderland’s town centre. We nestled against a wall, hidden by dense shadows, where CCTV or streetlights didn’t reach. Metres in front of us there was movement, the door to the Notorious’ clubhouse opening and three bikers stepping out.
“You reckon that’s them?” Demon asked, his voice low, streams of white breath spilling out from under his helmet.
“Need them to turn around,” I answered, pulling my helmet off like it would allow me to see better.
Icy air assaulted my face, clinging to my skin, making my eyes water. The tips of my fingers tingled at the end of my leather gloves. What I’d give to be tucked up in bed, sinking into my tight pussy, than stood out in the freezing cold, wondering whether Brie’s club were in patch talks with the fucking Notorious. And just as the three men moved down the street, their cuts caught under the streetlight. An Angel and a Demon mid fuck. Shit.
“That’s them,” Magnet growled, the men beside me shuffling, pulling gloves back on and moving towards their bikes. “We going to have a word?”
“Aye. Let them get out over the bridge first, then we’ll pull them into the back lane behind the shops. Don’t want the Notorious running out to their aid if we pull them here.”
We let the bikers get ahead of us, their exhausts noisy in the still of night, and we followed behind them, enough distance that they wouldn’t instantly spot us, not till we got onto the Wearmouth Bridge. Eventually, one of them checked their mirrors, their head moving side to side, and accelerating towards the lead rider. We’d been spotted.
I circled my finger in the air above my head, a sudden roar from the bikes behind, releasing the throttles and pushing the bikes forwards, covering the space between us in only a few seconds. Flying up alongside their leader, I motioned for the bikes to pull over, the rest of my riders covering their right flanks. Escape now impossible. The bikes turned off to their left, down the back lane we directed them into.
Above us the sky was changing, morning breaking, a grey light filtering through the clouds. The streetlights lit the rest of the alleyway, casting dark shadows over piles of black bin bags, the furry shadows of rats running from one to another. We pushed the riders further into the alleyway, deeper into the rat run, harder to escape us.
They sat on their bikes for a while, engines running, muffled conversations between visors, and then eventually the engines stilled, the rumbles in the back lane just that of Kings’ bikes. I signalled, and the engines behind me cut off, the alleyway flooding with silence, the only sounds the rustle of the rats. Even the men from Angels and Demons MC made no noise, their breaths held, their bodies rigid, ready for fight or flight. And that told me everything I needed to know without even taking my helmet off.
Yet I yanked the black lid off my head anyway, the men behind me doing the same. But the Angels and Demons didn’t, only one of them pushing a visor up so I could see the man’s eyes and nose.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice hard.
“Angels and Demons.”
“We can see your patches, you dumb fucker,” Demon added, coming to a stand at my side.
“Minty.”
“Rank?”
“Just a brother.”
“Brie know you’re out here?” I studied what little I could see of the man’s face.
The two riders beside him shuffled their weight in their seats, their hands clasping the handlebars tightly. Anxiety and worry.
And no one answered.
“He will in a few hours. You might want to tell us what you were up to.”
“We were just drinking with them, that’s all.”
“Funny that. The only reason that Brie doesn’t smash Notorious faces at every coalition meeting is only because they are members. We all know the beef Brie has with them. I’ll ask again. What were you doing there?”
“It’s not your business,” Minty answered me, a waiver round the edges betraying the hardness of his voice.
“No. You’re right. It’s not. I’m sure Brie will ask you the same questions.”
The other two men dropped their hands, letting them hang by their sides, fingers just curling into loose balls, an unease. A readiness to fight. They glanced at Minty, and for a little while, I wondered whether they were going to fight their way out of this. But there was no way they’d get out of this alleyway on those legs if they tried that. And I’d gladly leave them to feed the rats.
“Get Brie on the phone,” I instructed Magnet.
The handset pushed to Magnet’s ear, and we all waited, the three Angels and Demons riders snatching glances at each other.
“Good morning to you too, Brie. Fury wants a word.” I listened to Magnet, my eyes fixed on the men in front of me, not even looking away when I took the mobile from him.
“What the fuck, Fury?” Brie complained.
“Got some of your brothers right here with me. Followed them from the Notorious clubhouse just a few minutes ago.”
“You better be fucking joking,” Brie spoke slowly. “Who are they?”
“Minty and two others.”
Brie grumbled. “Aye, I know who it will be. I want them in our clubhouse with their cuts on the table when I get there. Got a fuck to finish first. Tell them to report to Arni and they’ll sit there till I get there to deal with them.”
*****
“How can you have this many boxes?” I grumbled as I loaded the truck. There were still ten more piled up in the corner of my bedroom.
Heidi had taken over the flat with boxes and clothes and fucking shoes the last few weeks. She had a pair of shoes for every day. I had my bike boots and my work boots. That was fucking enough.
“Think they’re handbags. Can’t remember,” she shrugged.
“How many handbags do you fucking have?”
“Have to match my shoes.”
“Fuck’s sake,” I grumbled, lifting three boxes piled on top of each other.
“Fury, you can’t see over the top of those. You’re gonna break your neck.” Her voice was all warning, with a hint of concern, although I wasn’t sure whether that was for me or her handbags.
And then, when the last few boxes were secure in my truck, my flat was as empty as ever. I glanced around. At the space, and the tidiness, and the loneliness.
The drive was frustratingly slow, rush hour traffic slowing me down, cars in the way, scattering across lanes, speeding up, breaking and switching left to right. Heidi sat next to me, scrolling through her phone.
“Still working, huh?”
She nodded, her eyes not moving from the device, her cheekbones highlighted in gentle green, and even awash with the colour, it didn’t make her look anything less than stunning.
“Was hoping the probate had finally been granted so I can get on and reorganise this company,” she muttered.
“Still worried your Da’s Will will be challenged?”
“Shouldn’t be now. But you never know, Julia is still pissed Dad left her nothing, and with Mark awol, she’s had to get a job after all these years. Gordon’s conviction means his share comes to me, courtesy of Dad’s forward planning. Good job for Mark, dad didn’t know about his criminal activity, or he would have been disinherited as well. With Gordon struck off, and Tommy stepping down, Fischer Family Funerals is now all mine. Just want to get on with it now.”
“You’re going to be busy.”
Heidi looked up, tearing her eyes away from the screen she was studying, her hand covering mine where I rested it on the gear stick.
“I know what you’re thinking, Fury. I’m not too busy for you. These last few weeks have been madness. But for once in my life, I feel alive. Energised. I have a purpose other than work. And I feel like I belong somewhere.”
But not enough to stay living with me in the flat.
I turned off the motorway that cut the city centre in two, following the myriad of one-way streets to the far end of the quayside and following the road down into a gated car park. Darkness engulfed us. Yet it only lasted a second, the light on the intercom on the gates flashing as the chunk of metal slid back.
“This isn’t very secure, Heidi,” I grumbled, my voice sounding the same as the rumble of the exhaust from my truck. “Any fucker can drive in here. I’m not sure I like this.”
Heidi giggled lightly from beside me, patting her hand on mine.
“Chill, Captain Cynical. The gates don’t open for anyone. Just for the registration plates it’s programmed to recognise.”
“It recognises mine, huh?”
“Yeah, it does. Now pull over there. Into your car parking space.”
I followed the direction of where she pointed, to the extra-large parking space with enough room for my truck.”
“How’d you get one that size?”
“Paid them extra. You’ve cost me a fortune, Fury.”
“Sorry, doll. I just like big things.” I glanced at her chest, almost subconsciously, and she swatted mine.
“And that there,” Heidi pointed in front of her, at the building in front of us.
Cages comprised one side of it. Huge, locked storage cages. But the one right on the end was bricked up. A roller shutter across the entrance.
“What is that?”
“Go have a look.”
Heidi stepped out of the truck, shrinking so I could only just see the tip of her head as she dropped down the steps. I followed, watching her press a button on a black box attached to her key ring, and suddenly there was the rattle of metal, the roller shutter scrolling upwards. Heidi stepped inside, and I followed.
“You like it?”
“It’s a…”
“Garage,” Heidi interrupted, like I was struggling to identify the space. But there was a quietness in her voice, like she was nervous now. Her fingers fiddled with the key ring and her teeth raked at her lip. “It’s for you. Well, for your bike. If you want it, that is?”
I stared at her, at the uncertainty filling those blue eyes, her face lit by the bright florescent tube above her head.
“Fury,” she began again, “there’s a key for you here too. You don’t have to move in. We’re probably not ready for that. But you can come and go as you please. There’s a place for your truck and for your bike. We can live between both your place and mine. I just don’t want to be without you. Not again. But I don’t want to rush this. I want to feel every tiny piece of us. Step by step, day by day, until we haven’t even realised that we’re two separate people. If you don’t want to, I understand we could….”
I silenced her with my mouth, not wanting to hear her doubt herself anymore. Not wanting to hear the vulnerability of uncertainty and the fear of rejection in her voice. She was mine, whether she liked it or not. And I was hers. And this garage she’d had converted for me was going to be the first place I fucked her in her own home.
“Better drop those shutters, doll,” my words vibrated across her lips, as I walked her backwards towards them.
My fingers teased into her blouse, flicking the buttons free, well-practiced now, her plump tits warm in my hand. I rolled the hem of her skirt up her thighs, feeling for where the flimsy material of her tights covered that sweet pussy, ripping them free, and pulling her knickers to the side. She gasped into my mouth, her tongue stilling, just for a moment as she felt my fingers slide inside of her. She was wet and slick, and I was an impatient fucker. I popped the button on my jeans, pushing them down just enough to let my erection bounce free.
And then, picking her up, I positioned her on top of me, the heat of her cunt on the head of my shaft. Fuck. I checked I was in line, propped her back against the shutters that hadn’t quite closed to the floor, and pulled her down hard. Heidi yelled, strangled, aroused, hot. Fuck, this wasn’t going to last long. I pumped into her, dragging her over my cock, slamming her down as I met her, wringing out those beautiful cries as she lost control and the metal shutter rattled behind us.