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

ve been
through death before. I ’ ve lost
people I ’ ve loved and I ’ m
not sure I ’ m strong enough to go
through all that again ” I tell her with a smile .

    Going
over to the bar, I order a soft drink. My leg is throbbing the
painkillers not working not that they are wearing off.

    “ Give
me a beer, ” I say changing my mind.
The young girl behind the bar, who is roughly the same age as me.
With her short blonde wavy hair, bandana top and shorts, passes me a
bottle removing the lid in the process.

    “ Here
you are honey, need anything else just ask, I ’ m
Angel. ”
    “ Thanks
Angel. ” She is a pretty thing and notice that a couple of bikers are eyeing her up.
She will have company before the nights
over I tell myself.

    Raising
the beer to my mouth to take a sip. As I get a whiff of yeast, my
stomach turns, reaching behind me; I place the bottle back on top of
the bar. Hell a couple of days with Inferno and I am nearly back on the drink, trying to solve my problems.
    My
mind has come to a decision, Inferno is not here and I nearly had a
beer. Its time for me to go home. Saying bye to Cassie, I turn my
back on Inferno and his lifestyle.

    As
I breathe in deep, I open the door to the kitchen, glad to be back in
my home. It feels like I have been away
forever and not just twenty-four hours. With a hot chocolate for dad
and myself, I head into the lounge.

    Dad
watches me as I enter the living area, his arms open for me. I go and
sit in his lap and cry. There has only been three times that I have
done this. The first, when I came to live with him after my mum had
died, the second, after the shooting, this is the third.

    He
does not say anything, just hugs and kisses me on the forehead.

    “ I ’ ve
made a mess of things ”

    Rocking
me in his arms, he listens, without saying a word or passing
judgment.
    “ What
am I going to do? ”

    As
he is Comforting me, I cry harder. My heart is breaking and I do not
know what to do. Part of me wants to find Inferno, to go back, to
forget that this day ever happened.

    The
phone starts to ring, looking at the caller ID, its Inferno, I ignore
it. It rings repeatedly and still I ignore it.

    “ You
going to talk to him? ”

    “ Not
tonight dad, I don ’ t think I could, ” switching the phone off I head for my room.

    With
one last hug for my day, “ I love you,
Night ”

    “ Love
you too petal, Night ”

    Chapter 8

    Earlier
in the evening Fudge and Twiggy had scoped the warehouse and
surrounding area before giving the final all clear. As we pull into
the warehouse clearing and park our Hogs. Sinbad and his brothers
have already arrived and smoking their cigarettes while they waited
for us.

    Sinbad,
AKA Roger Day is the president of The Scarlet Runners M.C.
second-generation biker. On the day his father had been shot, he had
taken on the gravel. In his early thirty ’ s,
married with a couple of kids and was awarded his road name the day
he joined the navy when he was eighteen. Very little is known about
his discharge from the services.

    As
we greet each other with Slaps to our backs and shoulders, we head
towards the warehouse. The Scarlet Runners are also experiencing
trouble with Black County Stewards; the M.C. which was involved in
today’s shooting. Black County hustling in on our drug
business and I am not going to sit back and let them get away with
their kind of shit.

    “ Heard
you ’ d got shot ” Sinbad mentioned, waving his shaved head towards the arm that is
giving my problems.

    “ Yeah,
it’s been one of them days. ”

    “ What
are you doing about those motherfuckers, Black County? ”

    “ Dealing
with it, the less you know the healthier for you, don ’ t
you agree, ” I warn him with eyes that
have gone cold.

    “ As
long as we still get our shipments I don ’ t
give a fuck what you do. We’ve got our own shit to deal with. ”

    “ That ’ ll
not be a problem. Shipments are still on time, but there is a 7%
increase,