Duke (Aces MC Series Book 2) (19 page)

Diesel

“What the fuck is that?” I asked Amy as we both rushed into
Duke’s room.
Duke was out of bed and had Taylor up against the wall dry humping her. If we’d
been a little longer I’m sure we would’ve caught them at it.
“I think the nurse instructed that you weren’t to get over excited. Now I know
that you haven’t seen her in a week but…”
“We’re having a baby!” Duke shouted as he continued to kiss Taylor.
“Fucking hell! Who’d have thought?” I slowly turned to an overly excited Amy,
who was jumping around clapping.
“I told you Ethan and you laughed at me as if I were crazy.” Amy stated quickly
changing her tune.
“James said I could’ve been a detective.”
We all started to laugh at her comment.
“I hate to break up the party but Bear’s just called, can I have a word?” I
looked over at Duke and Taylor, who was now rearranging her clothes.
“I’ll leave you guys to it. Come on Amy, let’s go for a walk.”
“Is there a prospect outside?” Duke asked sternly.
I looked at him confused, “Yeah Ramsey’s outside. Why?”
“Tell him to go with you Ash.”
“And so it begins!” Amy giggled as they walked out of the room linking arms.
I was pleased that they’d bonded as Taylor was gonna need a lot of support
adjusting to club life and now that she was pregnant, there was no way Duke
would let her out of his or another club members sight!

“I haven’t had a chance to speak to you properly man but you
had us all worried for a while.” I walked over to the chair and pulled it
forward so that I could rest my arms on the bed.
“Do you know who was involved?”
“I don’t know the details as we were on an unsecure line but Locke finally
caught up with Rev and his VP and finished the job.”
“Fucking hell!” I sat there taking it all in. “I’ve waited so long to hear
that. You’d think I’d be a little more excited. Why would he want me dead?”
“I don’t have the answer to that yet but Bears on his way back.”
“What about Locke?”
“No one’s seen or heard from him since he contacted Bear earlier. But we now
have a problem as the Kent charter doesn’t have a President or a VP. I’ve been
going through the guys available down there and to be honest, none of them are
up to the job.”
“We’re gonna need someone strong and this is our perfect opportunity to get it
legit. I can’t afford to let many guys go down there. Who do we have available?”
“Bear, Justice, Woods, Hound, Skinner…”
“Skinner! How about we give him a shot?
“Good choice. His military experience will come in handy.”
“What about sending a prospect down as well? I can’t let Buster go, that would
break Chanel’s heart.”
“You’ve grown fond of her, haven’t you?”
“She’s a great kid. I can’t wait to tell her that she’ll have a little brother
or sister soon.”
“Fucking hell, she is part of the family.”
Duke nodded at the realisation of what he’d just said.
“So that only leaves Tyler or Ramsey.”
“Let’s give Tyler a go. He’s got the making of a good leader someday and this
experience will do him good. He’s impressed me lately. Make arrangements to get
him patched in this weekend. I want to make it official, I also want Bear to go
down there for a couple of weeks until the guys have settled in and implemented
changes.”
“Are you done with me now?”
“You eager to get home to Ink?” he asked with a grin.
“Don’t even try that game with me. You’re in no position to take the piss out
of me now Romeo.”
“Fuck off!” He shouted playfully.
“I need to get home as Ink’s feeling a little apprehensive about her cast
coming off next week.”
“Fucking hell, has it been nearly six weeks already?”
I nodded my head slowly at the realisation that it had nearly been six weeks
since the death of Jimmy. It was a little sombre as I stood there
contemplating. That’s why I had to make the most of my life because you didn’t
know just how long you’d be around for.
“When you coming home?” I asked remembering the present we’d bought him.
“They want me to stay until tomorrow, just to keep an eye on me. I wasn’t gonna
stay but Ash thinks it’s for the best.”
“That’s a shame I’ve got something to show you. Put your dressing gown on.”
Duke looked at me confused and gingerly put on his navy dressing gown. It was
now late so there weren’t many people around which he looked thankful for. I
took Duke outside onto the fire escape.
“That my friend is your new ride.”
After the first incident when Duke was shot at, I’d ordered him a new Harley.
He said that his was okay but it was fucking battered. It was also club rules
to have a new motorcycle when you become President which he’d turned down five years
ago so he was well overdue a new ride.
“What? When did you get that?”
“I ordered it after you got shot at.” I stated bluntly. He’d probably have a
shit attack about wasting money but he needed a ride now anyway as his was
mangled. “It came earlier today.”
“Where you going?” I shouted as he started to go back into the building.
“I aint fucking staying here now that I’ve seen that.”
“I’ve got news for you.” I dangled the keys in front of him as I ran down the
fire escape. “I’ll let you know what it feels like!”
“Get off my fucking ride!” He shouted, “I mean it Diesel this aint funny
anymore…”
I put on my helmet and started to ride out of the alley to the profanities
coming from Duke’s mouth. I knew two things for sure, one, that I’d get my arse
kicked tomorrow and two, Duke was feeling much better.

Duke

“Did you remember the candles? She’s gotta have candles on
her cake.”
“Ash calm down!” I grabbed her at the top of her arms to hold her still. “I
remembered the bloody candles. Now you either calm down or I’ll pull the plug
on the whole fucking party.”
She looked at me with watery eyes. Jesus, her hormones were all over the place
at the moment. I couldn’t say anything without upsetting her these days.
I removed my hands and placed them lightly on her baby bump. “You’re wearing
yourself out babe, you need to chill.”
She smiled sweetly as we looked down at her growing belly. The feelings that
this simple gesture provoked were unreal. To think that I was going to be a
father soon just blew me away. Ash was like a breath of fresh air in what had
become a stale existence. She’d given me the motivation and courage to face my
demons and had now given me the future that I thought I didn’t deserve.

“Oh Taylor, Duke it looks fantastic.” Chanel shrieked as she
dashed into the club house.
“Nothing to do with me darlin, it was all Ash’s doing.” I stated as I sauntered
over to her with open arms. “Happy birthday.” Chanel walked into my embrace. I
held her tight as I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. We’d become close
over the past six months and Ash and I had become almost surrogate parents,
since her arsehole of a father had disappeared.

I let her go and held her at arm’s length. Jesus Christ! I couldn’t
handle all of these emotional females. Chanel stood before me with tears
streaming down her blotchy cheeks.
“What’s up babe?” I asked, not understanding why she was actually crying. I
placed my thumbs on her cheeks just under her eyes and started to wipe away the
tears.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for what Chanel, I don’t understand?” Women should come with a
fucking manual. They just assumed us men were mind readers.
“Just thank you for everything. The two of you just took me in and made me part
of your family. I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to show you just how
grateful I am.”
“Are you two having a heart to heart again?” Ash asked as she joined us.
“Chanel was just asking what she could do to show us just how grateful she is
about being part of the family.”
“Oh well, every big sister has to offer to babysit once in a while.” Chanel’s
face lit up at the term of endearment.
“Yeah, Mitchell Junior will need babysitting from time to time.” I winked at
Chanel, knowing full well what was coming.
“Don’t start this again Duke. We’ve discussed this already and there’s no way
I’m calling our son Mitchell Junior! You have to push your luck…” Ash walked
off with the hump still ranting about the name.
Chanel turned to me, “She’ll never give in Duke.”
I smiled at Chanel, “We’ll see.”

Please enjoy a preview of Book 3 from the Aces MC Series,
which will be available in August 2015.

Spike

“My tummy’s too full Helen, can I leave the rest?” I
couldn’t eat all of my sausage and mash, I was stuffed. Helen always spoilt me
when mum and dad were out by gaving me bigger portions. She said I was a
growing boy and needed a lot of food to make my muscles really big.
“That’s fine little man.” Helen got up from her chair and carried our plates
over to the kitchen work top. “I’ll clear them away later, let’s go run you a
bath.” She said with a smile, taking me by the hand to lead me up the stairs.

I loved bath time. Helen allowed me to put all of my
soldiers in the bath and there were a lot of them. Mum didn’t like my soldiers.
She used to curse if they were left around the house and she especially got mad
if she trod on one with her bare feet but not Helen, she liked playing with my
soldiers. We made up stories and played armies.
I was always in charge of the British army and I made Helen play with the
German soldiers. I always won because I had the biggest tanks but Helen’s was now
broken. Dad stamped on it last week because I wasn’t quick enough to get him a
beer out of the fridge. I’ll just have to remember to run faster next time
because I don’t want him breaking any of my other tanks.

After playing for a while, Helen put down the toilet seat
and sat there to read. She studied really hard and was always reading. She told
me that she wanted to be a Journalist when she left school. I wasn’t sure what
one of them was but Helen said they write stories for newspapers. She would be
good at that because she used to make up stories for me all the time. 
“You don’t have to stay here Helen, I’m a big boy now. Look I have muscles.” I
said trying to show her how big my arms were.
“I know little man but I like spending time with you.” She smiled at me and
leant over to ruffle my hair. I loved my sister.

“Phrrrrrrr, Phrrrrrrr, Boooooooffff, Cuh-chunk POW!”
Helen glanced up from her book, “Did they win?”
“Yeah. They not only won they destroyed them, look they’ve sunk to the bottom.”
She smiled at me, “You’re getting wrinkly, it’s nearly time to get out.”
I looked at my hands to see my crinkly skin and nodded in agreement.
“Have you washed behind your ears Connor?”
I held my breath and dunked myself under the water to make sure everything had
been washed. When I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I stuck my head out of
the water and let out the breath I’d been holding. I glanced at Helen to see a
frown on her face.
“You know I don’t like it when you do that. I worry you’re not coming back up.”
“Sorry.” I said as I didn’t like upsetting her. She acted like a mum sometimes,
well not like my mum but how I thought real mums should be. Like the ones you
read about in stories or see on TV.
“Come on let’s get you ready for bed, have you decided what story you want
yet?”
“What-a-Mess!” I said excitedly as I jumped out of the bath getting Helen wet.
“Not again!”
I started to giggle as Helen ruffled me in the towel, tickling me through the
material. I loved the What-a-Mess stories. They were about a puppy called
Prince Amir of Kinjan. I asked Helen where Kinjan was and she told me that
she’d take me there one day. Helen said we would need to go on a boat and an
aeroplane and that I would have to be a very good boy. I don’t know when she’s
taking me though because I haven’t even got a passport but a promise is a
promise.
I quickly got into my pyjamas and snuggled under the covers to keep warm. The
heating was still broken and mum said we didn’t have the money to fix it yet but
Helen always made sure that I was warm and brought me her cover every evening.
She took it back when I was asleep so that she could use it. I loved my sister.

“The end.” We said together through fits of laughter.
“Right little man, you need to get some sleep. You’ve got school in the
morning.” Helen kissed my forehead and made sure that I was tucked in. She turned
and started to walk towards the door.
“Helen!” She turned looking at me. “I love you.”
Helen smiled and walked back over to me, leaning down she whispered, “I love
you too Connor. Sweet dreams little man.” She brushed the hair out of my eyes
before walking out of bedroom.
I lay there in the dark thinking about how much fun I’d had this evening with
Helen but my eyes started to droop from being so tired.

I woke to a terrible scream.
Had I been dreaming?
I
sat up in bed and looked around the room which was in darkness apart from a ray
of light from the lamp in the hallway coming through the gap of the door. I’m
sure it was nothing to worry about Helen was probably watching the television
in the living room. That’s when I heard it again. I quickly lay back down and
pulled the covers over my body including my head. I could hear my heavy
breathing and the thumping of my heart in my chest. That wasn’t the television
that was someone in trouble.
The last time I heard a scream like that I went to investigate but Helen
stopped me in the hallway. She explained that mum and dad had drunk too much
coke and were a little hyperactive, whatever that meant. That night, I stayed
in her bed and felt the safest I have ever been.
I needed to be brave and investigate again or at least go into Helen’s room as
she’d keep me safe.
I crept quietly across my bedroom and squeezed through the gap of the door
carefully because I didn’t want to open it further just in case it squeaked. I
leapt across the landing and went into Helen’s room but she wasn’t there.
“Helen!” I whispered but there was no answer.
There was another scream but this time I recognised the voice, it was Helen and
it was coming from the living room, down stairs.
“You need to be brave, you need to be brave.” I whispered to myself as I built
up the courage to go and investigate further.
I walked quietly across the carpeted floor missing out the squeaky floorboard
that I knew was at the top of the stairs. I could hear noise coming from the
living room but I knew that Helen wouldn’t invite people over because she was too
embarrassed of what our house looked like. I slowly crept down four stairs and
bent down so that I could peer through the banisters.

Helen was lying face down on the table and a hairy man was
standing behind her, holding her down with his hand on the back of her neck.
She had tears running down her face and she was trying to struggle to get him
off.
What had she done? Why was he hurting her?
I continued down the stairs quietly, I needed to either get help or rescue her.
I just didn’t know which one or how?
I looked around the room taking everything in, when a second man entered the
living room from the kitchen. He didn’t help Helen, he just stood looking at
her with an evil grin on his face and those eyes, he had really scary eyes.

“Haven’t you stuck it in her yet?” The man with the scary
eyes asked almost annoyed.
“I’m trying man but she’s so fucking tight.”
Helen let a high pitched scream and I could see how frightened she was. She
continued to scream at him to stop and cried as the man grabbed hold of her
tightly around her neck.
That’s when I saw it. The man was holding his willy in his hand, stroking it up
and down. Helen had no pyjama bottoms on and he was trying to put his willy in
her but she didn’t want him too. She started to scream again and tried to grab
the man but he continued to hold her against the table.
I didn’t know what to do. I froze watching her fight with all her might as I
felt the tears rolling down my face.
Helen opened her eyes slightly and I saw her face change as she noticed that I
was watching. She mouthed something but I couldn’t hear what she was saying so
I leant closer now leaning on the banisters. She mouthed it again, Hide! She
told me to hide. I looked up the stairs, I could go and hide but I couldn’t leave
Helen. He was hurting her and I had to do something. Helen said that I was
strong, I had to use these muscles to try and save her.

I screamed as I jumped off the stairs and ran as fast as I
could towards the hairy man who was hurting Helen. I ran as fast as I could and
used the sofa to help me pounce onto the back of her attacker like a big
vicious cat. I grabbed him around the face and started to claw at his eyes.
“What the fuck…Ahhhhhh…Frank get him off.” The man screamed as I attacked him.
I grazed his cheeks as I sank my nails into his skin and was pleased when I saw
blood but I wasn’t strong enough. The scary eyed man grabbed me and held me
tightly against his chest as he moved me to the other side of the room out of
the way with ease.
“Get off him. Let him go!” Helen shouted as she tried to push herself up off
the table.
“Shut up bitch!” The hairy man screamed as he punched her in the back of the
head and held her tightly again pushing her face into the table with force. I
looked at Helen as the man carried me across the living room and could see that
the fight had now left her body.
He roughly put his willy inside her but she didn’t fight him this time. The
tears continued to fall down her cheeks but she closed her eyes tightly and her
face twisted every time he pushed inside her. He was making horrible noises as
he gritted his teeth and had now moved his hands so that he was holding on
either side of the table as he continued to hurt her. I tried to move my hands
so that I could cover my ears, I didn’t like the sounds he was making.
“Oh no you don’t. You can watch and hear your little slut of a sister being
fucked.”
I continued to struggle in his arms but he was too strong. The noises continued
and the table began to move as he was now pushing really hard. The hairy man’s
grunts became really loud until he finally stopped and gritted his teeth. He sagged
and collapsed on top of Helen as he caught his breath.

“About fucking time! Now let me have a go.” The man with the
scary eyes said. The next thing I felt was a hard punch to the side of my head
and I could see darkness with sparks of bright light in my right eye.
“He fucking pissed on my leg!”
I quickly looked down and noticed that my pyjama bottoms were wet. I hadn’t
realised I’d wet myself. The hairy man started to laugh as he pulled up his
trousers and I saw blood dripping down his leg, he must have really hurt Helen
to have made her bleed.
This was my opportunity to get out of here and get some help for Helen. I looked
around the room to try and find a way out, taking a deep breath I took off running
through the living room towards the front door. I scrambled around trying to
pull the handle as the scary eyed man chased after me. I managed to open the
door and the cold night air hit me and I had to catch my breath quickly as I
started to run down the gravel path, feeling the stones dig into my bare feet
but I didn’t care, I needed to get help. I ran into the road and continued down
the street looking for a house with a light on. I saw that Vera’s porch light
was still on although it must now be late. I cut across her front garden and up
the steps to her front door and banged with both fists as hard as I could.
“Vera! Vera!” I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as I thumped on
the door. I looked around to see if the man had followed me but the street was
empty. My heart was pumping in my chest as fast as I was hammering on the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
Why wasn’t she opening the door?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Spike are you in there man?”
Bang! Bang! Bang!

I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. It took
me a while to realise that I was at home. Not another fucking nightmare! They
were coming thick and fast since Ink had been kidnapped.
I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, resting my feet on the carpeted
floor. I flexed my toes in the shag pile carpet whilst I got my shit together
and tried to clear my head. The pinch of the gravel on my bare feet and roughness
between my toes had been so real this time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Spike, its Duke open up!”

I slowly stood and looked in the mirror, wiping the tears
that had trickled down my face for the loss of my sister. I loved her so much.

End of sneak peek.

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