Free Inferno & The Good Girl:  (Brothers of Devils Comfort MC) by Brair Lake

I
go for a matching pair? ”

    From
the corner, I hear Dec laugh or was it a snicker. That man was a
master of torture and I had learnt a few tricks from him.

    “ Oh,
play for a while Prez ” My gaze drifts
to where Dec is standing, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

    With
a raised eyebrow and a grin which spreads across my features, I flash
my large white teeth.

    “ Yeah
boys, lets play .”

    The
hours pass as I slowly break Mickey ’ s
body. Questions are asked and questions are being answered. Before
long, his body is lifeless, covered in blood, the plastic covering
the floor collecting a dark red puddle. As I turn towards Toad, not
one bruise covers his body. Neither my boys I, have touched yet.
His jeans are stained and piss is dripping down him, pooling under
the chair. There is the stench of shit coming from him. He has well
and truly soiled himself.

    “ Time
to clean ourselves up boys. We’ve a meeting to attend. ” I announce to the room in general. As I wash my hands in the
stainless steel sink, watching the blood run off them, swirling into
the drain. I become aware of the cuts and bruises on them. Now that
I have stopped, the adrenaline has dulled and once again I feel the
ache in my shoulder. I need something to ease the pain, but will
forgo any form of medication, as I need to have my full faculties
about me for the upcoming meeting.

    DCMC

    I
kept to myself all afternoon, having sent Cassie away. I had not
wanted the company then and now I am restless, making my way down to
the main clubhouse. The main hall is a hive of activity with
families that I am unfamiliar with. They are gathered in their own
little clusters. The previous night seems so long ago, that I find
it hard to remember. Now I have to face a sea of strangers, all of
them knowing what had happened this morning and I am not in the
mood.

    In
the far corner I spot Cassie and make my way over to her, to sit in
the vacant chair. Cassie watches me. Her eyes rarely leaving my face
as we chat about general stuff. We discuss how she had met Linc in
his Tattoo Studio. When she had gone to get her first Ink and how
they married before dawn the next day.

    “ Do
you ever regret it? ”

    With
a far off gaze on her face, her smile dreamy. “No, it was the
best twenty four hours of my life.” As she rubs her stomach, I
glance down. “No,” she laughs with a shake of her head.
“Even if we are doing everything possible for it to happen.”
Here her tone gets a little wistful and there is a marked sadness to
her face, which she soon shrugs off.

    “ I ’ m
not saying it’s easy, but he makes my life fun. When I am with Linc, I know I can do and be anyone or
anything that I want. He ’ s my
strength. ”

    Holding
my eyes “ What about you and Inferno? ”

    I am not sure how to answer. Up to this morning, I would have
said he was my other half. That he was what I had always wanted.
Now I find I am questioning the decisions that I made and the life
he leads. Is he just an illusion and is it time for me to grow up
and get on with a life without Inferno.

    “ I ’ ve
always loved him, from the age of fourteen. My dad lives next door
to his parents. They needed a babysitter for Trax. I didn ’ t
know anyone so volunteered. ”

    Reflecting
back, Inferno has always been my idol. I had recently lost my mum and
living in a strange country. Having to adjust and leaning to live
with someone who was a stranger. I had been angry at life in general.
I think my connection with Trax is that we are latch key kids. Trax
was eight and getting into trouble at school. I was fourteen, causing
trouble for dad. I had been babysitting
Trax for roughly 3 months before I met Inferno. In addition, he was
everything my hormonal body wanted. To me he is perfect. When he
spent his time with us, he would play games and listen to my
troubles. He became hero.

    Had
I put him on a pedestal and is he about to come crashing down.

    “ I
love him Cassie, but I ’