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“No. Your dad tried every possible angle he could think of but they’re insistent that the only way to truly merge and stand as one against The Devil’s Henchmen and The Enforcers is to truly tie us all as one.”
The Devil’s Henchmen and The Enforcers. I remember thinking what stupid names they were for motorcycle clubs when I heard them as a child; and yet, now all I feel when hearing the names is dread.
We have two rival clubs determined to see us drown in our own blood, and we have no way of beating them without help. We need the help but I desperately want out of this life and love so much more.
Two
“Crow, will you turn the heating up for me?” I call behind me as I walk into the kitchen.
Our home is my reserve space, modest in its size and littered with old furniture that has been around for as long as I can remember. We’re not really the type of people to update things or buy new unless it’s really needed, and our home is perfectly rustic because of it.
I’m still reeling from Crow’s revelation about the marriage pact that The Laidens have offered my dad. A large part of me is unsure if he would even approach me and ask such a thing of me, but then I know how much the Club and The Cobras mean to him. I know he would do anything for them, but does that include sacrificing his child’s happiness?
I’m not even sure I want to get married, let alone anytime soon. I mean, I probably will get married one day, but to someone I love, someone that I have spent time getting to know, not a stranger that will tie me to Club life forever.
“Do you think your dad will mind if I stay again? I hate going to the Club to sleep.” I wipe the thoughts of marriage from my mind and turn to Crow. Crow is always moaning about the Club house.
It’s a nightclub, with rooms upstairs used as a hotel for our crew whenever they need it, a bar downstairs, a cafe in the day, a meeting ground, a place that manages to transform into whatever is needed really.
Crow doesn’t like the girls that hang out there. The girls are usually after anyone with status. A lot of them are lovely, but there are a few that are only there because of the rumours they have heard and their incessant obsession over being with a ‘bad boy’. It doesn’t really work that way, not only because the Club is nothing like what the outside world perceives it to be, but also because most of the men there either have wonderful wives they would never waver from or simply aren’t interested in girls, nor women that want them for anything other than them - but that’s something many of the girls don’t understand.
Crow doesn’t want the women there and he can’t stand the men fighting for their masculinity every time someone looks at them the wrong way. They aren’t all like that, it’s more often than not the younger members and prospects that feel they need to earn their way in through fighting.
“You know he won’t mind, you’re here all the time, you’re like a son to him, Crow. Don’t stress,” I tell him as I collect the mince from the fridge and the potatoes ready to start peeling and cooking.
Crow sits down on one of the chairs at the table in the middle of the kitchen. He gets his phone out and scrolls aimlessly through Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, or whatever other app he can find to amuse himself with.
The one thing I’ve wondered about since he came around is how he ever finds time to do anything, have friends, girlfriends, or let loose if he’s always with me.
The idea of him having a girlfriend makes me cringe. Though he’s not been with a girl that I know of since we’ve been around one another, I know the day will inevitably come if I never make a move or confess to the brewing feelings I have for him. Hell, even then it may still happen if he doesn’t feel the same way.
I guess he must be okay with the lack of time away though. Even if he wouldn’t say anything to Dad, he would have said something to me by now if it was something that bothered him.
“Are you coming with us to collect Liam next week?” Crow asks me. He hasn’t met Liam before since he’s not long joined and found his way up the ranks when he had the job of looking after me assigned to him.
“What do you want to know about him?” I ask with a chuckle.
He’s not interested in if I’ll be there. He’s only interested in finding out what Liam’s going to be like as the president. He’s never seen anyone apart from my dad as President and a new one can change things drastically, although I know that won’t happen. Well, I hope it won’t.
Liam and Dad have been friends since my dad was ten years old. Liam and my dad were still young when he got sent down, and I was only eight myself. I remember him being there all the time, living with me and Dad because he didn’t have any family, or a partner to go home to, and since my mum left when I was only four, my dad raised me, and Liam sat on the sidelines as the uncle that was never really my uncle.
“What’s he like? Do you think he’ll get rid of us lot?” Crow wonders.
He’s hesitant, as are most of the new members that have never met him. They’ve all been told the stories about him. He’s ruthless, filled with anger, willing to kill if you breathe wrong and fiercely closed in on himself. From what I remember, most of them are just stories though, or at the very least exaggerated stories based on small sections of truth.
The stories about him are endless. One of the newer prospects told me one last week that he had heard. Apparently Liam had beaten ten men by himself, all because they walked into his club and didn’t leave a tip for the bartender who had put up with their egotistical bullshit all night. Every time someone tells it, they add a little bit more to the story, meaning that at this stage I’m pretty certain it's a complete lie.
Having grown up with him for eight years of my life, and through the phone calls that took place when he first got locked up until I was thirteen and no longer had any interest in talking to my dad’s friends, and would much rather see or speak to my own instead, I know more about him than a lot of the men and women that will soon be under his control. So, I give in and I tell Crow what I know. Which isn’t really much of anything considering I only know of Liam what I witnessed through a child’s mind.
“He always used to be pretty hard faced, but fair.” I take a breath, thinking of the times he would reprimand me as a child but was never cruel. “Strict, but understanding…” I pause again. “Undeniably and fiercely protective of those he’s loyal to and those that are loyal to him,” I tell Crow. “But then I don’t have a clue what he’s like now. Other than shouting hello when Dad’s been on the phone to him, I’ve not spoken to or seen him in years.”
I think back to all of the summers throughout my childhood when Liam would take me to the park if Dad was busy with club business and watch over me as if the world stopped and started with my ability to be happy and carefree. Dad always says that Liam had a terrible life before he joined the club and that’s why he always made sure that I was happy, because watching a child be born into the same dynamic that he was made him want a different life for me than the one he had growing up.
“Your dad wouldn’t let him get rid of us all, would he?” Crow wonders as he sits fidgeting with his hands and the ends of the sleeve jacket. He’s nervous.
“You know my dad speaks to him on the phone every week, he tells him everything he’s done, and Liam’s happy with it. He believes in my dad and has had just as much of a say as Dad has in bringing new people into the club, Crow. Don’t worry, I promise, you’ll be fine,” I tell him.
I turn back around and continue on with the cooking that I had started. I can understand why he’s concerned. I’m anxious to see him and to find out what changes he plans to make, if any at all. No matter how much he trusts my dad and his judgement, things are bound to alter. I just hope it doesn’t negatively affect Crow. Or me, for that matter.
