“Ink, are you in there? Open the fucking door we need to talk.” It was Diesel banging on my door. I initially sat still not wanting him to know that I was in. It eventually went quiet so I crawled along the living room, peering out of the window. I noticed that he was sporting a bruise on his left cheek but this still didn’t ruin his natural beauty.
“It’s not what you think. She just started to take her clothes off. She’s a crazy bitch.” After 5 minutes of banging he finally walked down the path and drove off on his bike, clearly annoyed. I sat back on the sofa, turning the television on but muting the sound so that I could ponder over today’s events, when there was a gentle knock on the door. I got up from my seat and decided that I didn’t want to sit around feeling sorry for myself. I hadn’t done anything wrong and he had some major sucking up to do. I flung the door open, “Hello Princess, long time no see!”
Chapter 6
Spike
Sorry Spike won’t be in today feeling ill. Please reschedule my appointments for later on in the week. Harlow x
I hadn’t heard from Harlow all weekend. She hadn’t returned my calls and I was hoping she just had a cold and wasn’t hiding from Diesel.
That’s fine. Do U need anything?
No! x
Harlow’s response surprised me. I had a busy day myself with customers and now had to rearrange her appointments. I planned on going around to see her after work. I was still reeling from my altercation with Diesel. I was so annoyed with him on Saturday that we came to blows. I know it was a misunderstanding and he hadn’t done anything with Amber but that crazy arse bitch could potentially ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him. Amber was told by Duke to never return to the club and has made it clear that if any Brother helps her, they will answer to him. Hopefully that will stop her from turning up again, if she knows what’s best for her.
I closed the shop at 5.00pm and went to the pharmacy to buy some cold and flu products for Harlow as I needed her back in the shop as soon as possible. I pulled up outside Harlow’s apartment and thought I saw the living room curtain twitch. Was I imagining it? I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. After a couple of minutes I knocked again. “Harlow its Spike, answer the door.”
I went to the window and tried to look through but the curtains were pulled making it impossible to see anything. I knocked on the door again, “If you don’t open this fucking door, I’m gonna kick it in.” I heard the lock and then the white painted door opened slightly. Harlow poked her head through the small gap, “Spike, you didn’t have to come over. I told you I was fine.” The harshness of her voice fucking annoyed me. I’ve always been respectful to her. “I’ve brought you medicines to make you better, now let me in.” I held up the bag from the pharmacy to show her but I was getting angrier by the minute at her reluctance.
She reminded me so much of Helen. Stubborn, pig headed and strong, the list was endless. “I don’t want you catching it Spike.” She said trying to close the door but I stuck my foot in the gap, “Open the fucking door now, stop being so fucking stubborn and let me look after you.” I pushed the door open with force and was shocked by what I saw.
“What the fuck has happened to your face?” I dropped the medicines on the floor as I grabbed her arms to hold her still so that I could inspect her. She grimaced at my touch. Looking down at her arms, I could see bruising everywhere. I let go and started to run my fingers through my hair not knowing what to do. “Get on the sofa, I need to take a look at you.” As she walked over to the sofa she held her ribs and the pain on her face pulled on my heart strings. She was in a lot of pain and I was going to find out who did this to her and fucking kill them. I took my phone out of my pocket and called Doc. I shouted down the phone, “I need you at Harlow’s place now!” I doubted he knew where she lived but he would figure it out.
“Harlow, you need to tell me exactly what happened.” I sat on the coffee table directly in front of her. It was hard not to touch her as I didn’t know where she was hurting so I tried to keep my distance. “It’s nothing. I came off my bike on the way home on Saturday. I told you I had a cold because I didn’t want you to worry.” She wasn’t making eye contact and I could tell that she was lying but I didn’t want to push her. She started coughing and holding her side, her ribs were either bruised or broken.
I stormed into the kitchen to get her a drink. Taking a clean glass from the draining board, I filled it with cold water from the jug in the fridge. As I walked past the kitchen table I noticed her leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair. I picked it up and inspected it thoroughly. There were no marks or scrapes on the leather and this confirmed what I already thought.