Chapter Nineteen
Clay
I get up early and shower, my body feels as though it’s been hit by a train, but there is no way I’m letting them get away with this shit.
As I exit the en-suite, I look across at Bella sprawled across the bed like a starfish.
She doesn’t even stir. It’s best she doesn’t because the damage that I am about to do she wouldn’t fucking approve.
I close the door quietly, making sure not to disturb her, taking the stairs two at a time.
My body aches with a hangover from whatever the bitch spiked me with.
I make my way into the Pres’ office without even knocking.
He’s passed out on the small sofa in his office, Rochelle must be pissed at him.
He groans, opening his eyes. “Clay, what the fuck, brother, what time is it?”
“Where is she?” I seethe, I didn’t sleep last night, considering all the ways I could make them suffer.
Drifter sits up running his hands over his face.
“Fucking hell man,” he yawns. “You’re not even going to bring me a coffee before starting your crusade?”“She fucking spiked me and tried to ride my cock,” I growl. “And speaking of which where the fuck were you? Bella had to come save me, what happened to the fucking brotherhood.”
He stands from the sofa, a look of pure anger fills his features.
“I am not your fucking watcher, Clay. You might be my VP, but don’t fucking overstep the mark,” he warns sternly.
“She fucking managed to spike me surrounded by half of the bastard club,” I yell. He might be my Pres, but right now, I’m fuming that my ol’ lady walked in, finding her crawling all over my body, her lips around my cock. He sighs, running his hands through his hair.
“Clay, I get that you’re pissed. Man, I’m furious on your behalf, but we have to handle this shit properly.”
“I want blood.” My jaw ticks.
He grabs his keys, pulling his kutte into place.
“In time, let’s go.”
Drifter pulls up a side street, I pull to a stop beside him, lifting my visor.
“Where the fuck are we?” I snap.
He nods his head down the street, “Liam’s house is up here, we gotta wait for him to leave else we’re going to fuck up any access Bella has.”
I nod, he’s right, but all I see right now is red.
I look at my phone, seeing I have three missed calls from Bella, I can’t talk to her now, I know she will stop me.
We jump off the bikes and hide down an alleyway giving us a full view of the road.
At bang on eight am, his shitty silver Vauxhall Corsa drives past, and he must be taking the kids to school.
He’s even suited up his car like he’s some street racer, what a twat.
His muffler must wake up the entire street as he revs it down the street.
I make a beeline for my bike. That bitch is mine.
We make our way up to the door, and I hold my hand over the ring doorbell.
She won’t know what’s hit her. The minute I see the handle move, I push my way into the house.
She screams as throw her body back, her foot hits the bottom step, and she falls backwards, landing on the stairs.
Her eyes widen, and the cock sure attitude has long since gone.
“Clay- erm.” she stutters. I lean over her, my nostrils flare, I grab her arm lifting her to her feet and Drifter slams the door shut behind us. “Liam,” she shouts and I grin at her.
“Nice try, we just watched him leave.”
Her eyes begin to fill with tears as I push her through the hallway into the kitchen.
“Please, Clay,” she begs.
“No time for the water works!” I snap, pushing her against the kitchen cupboards.
“You fucking spiked my drink, and then tried to fuck me when I’m out cold, and you want mercy,” I laugh manically.
“Are you for fucking real?” I turn to look at Drifter.
“You hear her Pres, she thinks she can beg and I’ll walk outta here.
” She tries to run to the backdoor but I grab her hair stopping her, she screams in pain as I whip her back throwing her against the wall.
“Tut, tut, tut. I don’t think so, princess. ”
Drifter grabs hold of my kutte and I stare at him hand in disgust, I said I wanted blood now the fucker has got a conscious.
“Wait-”
“Drifter please,” she pleads and I place my hand over her mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl.
Drifter eyeballs her, “Let’s use her.”
“Pres I’m not into used up baggy cunts.” He rolls his eyes.
“No, but Bella wants full custody of her boys? What about if we can get that for her?”
Brandy nods her head, her eyes widen as she tries to speak.
“What you thinking?”
“Liam’s a dealer, right?” I grin at him. That could work.
I look at Brandy, “How much do you wanna live?” I remove my hand from her mouth.
“I’ll do it,” she rushes out, she doesn’t even think twice about setting him up. It’s as if her relationship means nothing to her. She doesn’t care less what happens to him as long as she lives to see another day. That’s where we differ, I would die for Bella.
“You do realise if you fuck us over, you’ll vanish,” Drifter adds.
She nods, “Of course, I’m not stupid.”
I arch a brow at her, “Could’ve fucking fooled me with your stunt last night.”
“I’ll get the gear and you’ll plant it in his car and the house. Do I make myself clear?” Drifter says.
She nods, and I release her arm, she rubs her arm where I’ve just held her.
“That’s going to bruise. How am I going to explain that to Liam?” she asks.
“I don’t care how you explain that shit to him, you’re lucky that’s all you’ve got.” I snap.
“Let’s go before we draw too much attention,” Drifter says, and we make our way back out to the bikes.
“I still want fucking blood, Drifter.”
“I know, patience.”
Bella
I rush down the stairs calling Clay, but it just rings out.
Clay answer your fucking phone. I woke up alone, again.
But this time, I wasn’t angry, I was worried, I felt him tossing and turning all night after Brandy’s stunt.
I wasn’t worried for her safety, shit, she was lucky she left here in one piece.
I’ve never seen red like that before. I look around the bar, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
I dial him again, charging into the kitchen, Red and Rochelle look up from the table.
“Where’s the fire?” Rochelle asks.
“You seen Clay?”
“No, why? What’s up?” Red asks as the ladies exchange a confused look with each other.
I lower myself into the seat, “Oh my god, it’s such a mess. I walked in on Clay passed out, Brandy was sucking his cock.”
Red’s chair screeches across the floor as she stands up abruptly. “He best be fucking hiding.”
I put my hand on her arm. “No, not like that, she spiked his fucking drink. He was out cold.”
“Right, let’s go.” Rochelle leaps into action.
“Where we going?”
“That fucking whore can’t get away with that shit, we’re going to the strip club,” Rochelle snaps.
Red rubs her hands gleefully, “Oh yeah, this bitch is gonna pay, you don’t mess with the ol’ ladies.”
They high-five each other, and Red grabs my hand. “Let me grab my keys.”
We’ve been sitting at the club for over an hour now, her shift hasn’t started yet, so the ladies decided we would wait her out. I take my phone out of my bag and dial Clay again.
“Nah ah, I don’t think so,” Rochelle says, snatching it out of my hand, ending the call.
“They don’t need to know what we are doing, this is ol’ lady business.
” She shoves my phone into my bag. I go to protest and then see Red stand up, we follow her line of sight as Brandy walks in, she sees us immediately and turns to leave.
“Brandy,” Rochelle screams, she turns slowly.
“I’ve already had the fucking riot act. I don’t need you ladies on my case, too.”
“Bullshit,” Rochelle barks. “You don’t fuck around in my club and think you can walk around like you own the place, you need to understand your place as a fucking club whore.”
The strip club goes silent, all eyes are on us, Brandy almost looks embarrassed, but straightens her shoulders and attempts to storm past us.
Red steps in front of her path. “Wow, you got some balls, I’ll give you that.”
“Listen, you’re fucking welcome to Clay,” she snarls at me, inches from my face.
“He couldn’t even get it up.” Before I even think about my actions, my hand rears back, slapping her across the face, she holds her hand over where it connected.
“And was that supposed to hurt?” she snarls.
Rochelle steps in front of me before I have a chance to retaliate.
“Now, you listen up, you little skank. You will not burden the fucking clubhouse with your dried-up dirty cunt.” Rochelle’s voice is filled with venom, but Brandy doesn’t flinch.
She just shakes her head. “As if I fucking care.”
“Ladies, let’s go before I lose my fucking shit.” Rochelle turns on her heel, making her way to the exit.
I look her up and down in disgust. “Looks like someone’s been put in her place yet again.
Best woman won.” I wink at her, her jaw twitches, and I can see she’s dying to react, but she knows Rochelle will also get Drifter to fire her ass.
As we leave, the motorbikes pull up outside.
Drifter and Clay remove their helmets. I want to run and hold him, but I can see the tension radiating from him.
“What you fucking done now?” Drifter yells.
Rochelle holds her hands up. “I’m offended. I was a good girl, I promise.”
“You and your mouth don’t know when to stop,” he replies.
“How did you know I was here?” she asks.
He nods his head at the bouncers behind us. “They called.”
“Fucking grass,” Rochelle snides.
Clay grabs my hand and pulls me into an embrace, his body sagging against my own.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Hmhm. I can look after myself, you know.”
“I have no doubt, beaut.”
“Anyway, the bitch needed putting in her place,” Rochelle continues. “I’ve told the bitch she is no longer welcome in the club.”
“She’s going to put Drifter in an early grave,” Clay mutters.
“Get on the fucking bike,” Drifter growls, and she stares him down.
“Who you fucking talking to?” she retorts.
“You. Now, get on the fucking bike. P.L.E.A.S.E.” He accentuates his manners.
She rolls her eyes at him but does as he says anyway.
Their relationship seems more strained recently.
They have their light moments, and you can tell the love and admiration that Drifter has for her, but there seems to be more moments like this, where she pushes him at every turn.
Drifter pulls off, his tyre kicking up dust from the gravelled car park.
“You want a lift back, Bella?” Red shouts making her way to her car.
“I’ll take her,” Clay interjects before I get a chance to answer. Red pops her hand up in acknowledgment before climbing into her car. “You gotta be careful,” he mutters, grabbing my hand and leading me to his bike.
“Clay, if I’ve learned one thing in the time I’ve been part of your life and this club, it’s that I need to have a backbone and if I’m your ol’lady there is no way I can let some club whore come in and literally lay her hands on you.”
“But you’re not from this world, I have to protect you.
” I pull my hand out of his, folding my arms over my chest. I’m sick of men thinking I need protecting.
Before any of these came into my life, I looked after myself, Liam made me lose myself over the years, and I was just starting to feel more in control of my life.
“Not from this life,” I snap, and he stops in his tracks, turning around to look at me.
“That’s not what I mean—”
“Well, what else could you mean? I might not be from your ‘world’.” I use my fingers for air quotes.
“But I’ve been the woman that’s had to claw myself back from the edge, the woman that wanted to jump from that bridge that night, I didn’t belong anywhere until you claimed me as your own, and now you’re telling me I don’t belong there.
” The hurt I feel right now is like a knife to the heart.
They’d accepted me as their own, and now he was trying to tell me I didn’t belong. He runs his hands over his face.
“Fuck, Bella. That isn’t what I fucking meant.
I’m tired. I haven’t slept. I just mean that you aren’t used to how crazy these club whores are when they want something.
I mean, she fucking spiked my drink, they don’t have boundaries.
What if she did something to you? I’d have to end the bitch.
” He begs, his eyes pleading with me, he reaches for my face.
“You’re mine, today, tomorrow forever. My world is your world but fuck I would burn it to the ground if I lost you.
” His eyes are full of pain and I feel like a grade a cunt for acting irrational.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, leaning into his touch. “I . . . I . . . fuck, I feel so overwhelmed with everything. I can’t lose you.” There’s a sudden pang to my heart at the thought of losing him, of being alone on that bridge again.
“Never,” he whispers, bringing my face to his and kissing me tenderly. “You’re mine now, there’s no going back.” A single tear falls along my cheek.
“The beauty to my beast, now and forever.”