Diesel(20)

We heard movement and the door to the cafe flung open. “You okay Flex?” Skinny Pete asked walking further into the car park. “Just needed some fresh air man, after eating all that greasy shit.” Flex smiled patting him on the back directing Pete back to the door. When I’d heard the squeaking of the cafe door, I had hid down the alley at the side of the cafe so we weren’t found talking to each other.

A couple of minutes later, Justice and Bear joined me outside. “Did you get what you wanted?” Bear asked mounting his bike. “The wheels are in motion man. Come on, let’s get back. I need to meet Duke at the Bird Cage.”





Chapter 7


Duke

Bear, Justice and Rex arrived at the strip club where we’d arranged to meet them. Savannah was this evening’s headline act. She was a blond, blue eyed, fuller figured beauty but looked almost virginal attracting men from far and wide. She didn’t offer private dances which also added to her mystery, making enough money from her tips. I admired her a lot. She was studying to be a fashion designer and used her earnings to put herself through University. She also made her own costumes and had used her job as inspiration for her last collection. I bet that gave her lecturers a shock! We had this connection. Everyone thought we were fucking but I simply liked to talk to her as she was a good listener and wasn’t ever judgemental. She had a kind heart and an old head on such a young pair of shoulders and because people thought we were fucking, they left her alone which she was grateful for. She had common sense and a higher level of intelligence compared to the other dancers and some of the younger girls looked up to her.

I noticed the guys come in and Rex headed straight for our table, pouring himself a drink. Rex explained what had happened at the cafe and I could now only wait for the phone call from Flex. I had every faith in Flex, getting me the information I wanted but I needed it fast before Diesel went on a killing spree. This was the reason I didn’t have an old lady. Old ladies came with drama!

Diesel

“You done with me now Duke?” I asked standing, drinking the last of my Jack. I’d waited for my Brothers to come back but now all I wanted was to get back to Ink. “Yeah man, you go and keep your woman safe. Don’t bother coming in tomorrow, we can take care of the garage.” Duke stood grabbing me in a bear hug and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry man, we’ll get the bastards.” I gathered my thoughts, slapping him on the back, “Thanks man.”

I arrived at Ink’s and relieved Amy and Jimmy of their duties. Surprisingly Jimmy and Ink had been getting along great considering their first encounter, it made me smile just thinking about it. “Thank you for helping out.” I said, giving Amy a huge hug. “No problem, that’s what families are for.” Amy looked over at Jimmy, “Are you gonna give me a ride home?” A flushed Jimmy jumped from the sofa, nodding his head like a little puppy.

“I’m only telling you once, you even look at her in the wrong way and I will drive you to Epping Forest, make you dig your own grave and put a bullet in your head. You got it?” Jimmy grabbed his keys muttering words under his breath leaving the apartment in a hurry. “Oh, leave him alone. He’s sweet Ethan but I would eat him alive! See ya later.” Amy said giving me a kiss on the cheek and closing the door behind her.

I locked up making sure everything was secure and joined Ink in the bedroom. She was looking a little better, sitting up on the bed watching television. I could see that she had eaten, by the empty bowl on the bedside cabinet. “Do you need anything babe?” I asked making my way towards the bed. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were here. I’m fine, I’ve had some chicken soup and I drank some water earlier.” She smiled and tried to adjust her sitting position which made her uncomfortable. “Let me help you babe.” I rearranged her pillows on top of each other and gently lowered her down the bed so that she was now lying down rather than sitting. “Thank you.” Harlow said before kissing me gently on the lips. She pulled away staring up into my eyes, then reached up to take my lips again. I now took the lead, taking her deep but mindful of her cut lip. I placed my hand in her hair behind her head gently caressing her. She let out a moan, “Are you okay?” I stopped not wanting to hurt her. “I’m fine, please I need you Ethan.” The use of my real name coming from her lips was like music to my ears.

With my other hand I gently stroked her neck moving slowly down her body to cup her breast. I started to softly squeeze her breast with my large hand feeling her nipple harden as she became aroused. I didn’t break from the kiss as I undid her blouse revealing her pink lace bra. As I adjusted, I could see the bruising on her torso but ignored it knowing that this moment in time was about Ink and not my feelings. I wanted her to feel special.