Diesel(8)

“How do you know about this place?” I looked over at Diesel and could see his facial expression change, like he had an internal struggle with something. “It’s okay you don’t have to tell me but thank you for bringing me here, it’s beautiful.” Diesel sat down on the floor with his back against a tree stump. I joined him on the floor and nestled myself between his legs, surprising myself by my boldness but I truly wanted to be close to him.

The stars were starting to come out and were visible for miles around as the sky was so clear. “I used to bring my son here.” He said staring into the distance. It was a good job I was sitting down already because that statement alone would have knocked me over. We sat in silence but he must have felt me stiffen because he curled his arms around me and continued his story. “He was beautiful Ink. Blond hair, blue piercing eyes and such a kind temperament.”

He stopped talking and held me tighter. “I was married to his mother ‘Amber’.” This statement shocked me but I was relieved that he said ‘was’. “She was a club whore, it wasn’t planned but shit happens. I wanted her to have an abortion but she refused,” I could feel his body tense. “It’s not something I’m proud of. She had the baby and once the paternity test came through positive, I decided to do the right thing and marry her.” He shuffled getting comfortable on the floor.

“Stupid I know but I wanted right by my boy. To cut a long story short she was ‘high’ driving the car with Shaun in the back. She ran a red light and crashed into another vehicle.” Diesel started to shake his head from side to side. “Shaun didn’t stand a chance, he died on impact. I suppose that’s something to be grateful for.” Diesel paused whilst he gathered his thoughts, “I used to bring him here when he couldn’t sleep at night. A beautiful place for a beautiful boy.” I wiped the tears that had fallen silently from my eyes whilst he told his story.

I sniffed, “What happened to Amber?” From being around an MC, I knew that people had disappeared for less. I waited for a response but didn’t push. “We let her live. Thought that the punishment of what she did would be torture enough.” He scoffed, “She shows up every so often asking for money for her next fix. Usually the guy’s deal with Amber so that I don’t have to see her. It’s been four years now but I’ve found myself coming out here more often, like I’m missing something.” He turned to me, “Does that sound strange?” I shook my head, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“My dad died recently.” Diesel started to stroke my arms as he pulled me closer towards his chest. “I was so close to him and although it’s more recent than your son’s death, I can’t see myself ever getting over it fully.” I wiped another tear from my cheek. “What happened to your dad?” There was a long pause whilst I decided how much I wanted to tell him. “He was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was shot in the head and died instantly.” Diesel kissed the back of my head, his kind gesture meant more than words and I was taken aback by the way my heart swelled in my chest. We sat there in silence looking at the view over the city below and I could feel my eyes slowly getting heavier as I took in the recent information and beauty around me.

“Ink, it’s time to wake up babe.” I woke with a fright wondering where I was. It took me a while to figure this out, now that it had turned pitch black. I could hear the low hum of the vehicles using the motorway in the distance and noticed the twinkling of the bright stars for miles around us. “Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked looking round at Diesel. My rear was numb from sitting on the floor for so long. “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.” He kissed my head gently, “It’s nearly 8.00pm and I’m starving, do you wanna grab some food?” At that very moment my tummy started to rumble. I looked down to where the noise had come from, then at Diesel and we both started laughing.

“Come on, let’s get some food.” Diesel pulled me to my feet and I found myself pressed up against his chest, feeling how perfect we fit together. I looked up into his eyes, feeling the heat rising through my body and the pressure building between my legs, so much so that I had to cross them to relieve some of the unbearable tension. Diesel finally broke the mounting silence, “Come on, let’s get going before I take you right here.” Those butterflies were getting bigger!

We arrived at the Cross Key’s cafe just off the M11 Motorway. The car park had several vehicles parked in various places and a few trucks that were probably here for the night. Diesel helped me off the bike and stayed close resting his hand on my lower back, a gesture that I was starting to become accustom too.