Inferno & The Good Girl:  (Brothers of Devils Comfort MC) (3 page)

Studying
Tommy as he ambles across the field, I notice he has a new bruise on
his arm, the one on his cheek fading. Everyone knows he is being
mistreated at home, but no one is helping him. How could these
people turn a blind eye and not help him? Unable to stop myself I
grind my teeth. My thoughts continuing down the same path they have
been going down since our first meeting.

‘
He
is fourteen and I refuse to sit back and do nothing. His father was
not going to get away with treating Tommy like this any longer.’

“
Hi
Tommy
”
waving him over to me. I am
well aware that he wont be eating today.

“
Join
me for lunch and help yourself to one of my soggy cheese sandwiches
as you can see I’ve made too many.
”
I tease him, “Eyes bigger than my belly and all that”

Dragging
his feet along the ground, Tommy meanders his way over to where I am
sitting. Checking the area to see if anyone is watching.

“
Thanks
Miss Jenson,
”
he mummers, sitting
himself next to me. Tommy, for all his size, is a softly spoken
person. Taking his time as he helps himself to a sandwich. “I
forgot my lunch”

I
let the lie slip by as I continue to study Tommy through hooded lids.

Tommy
is a lanky teenager; still growing into himself. One day, he will
be a fine specimen of a man. With his dirty blond hair, blue eyes,
eyes which at the moment are empty.

How
do you talk to a teenager, I wonder. Aside from school, it has been
a long time since I have anything to do with teenagers, especially
boys.

“
How
are classes going?
”

“
Ok.
”

“
Any
problems?
”

“
Nope,
all is ok.
”

How
banal could this conversation be? I wonder

Before
I approach the subject that is bothering me, I take a deep breath.
“What happened to the arm?
”
I finally ventured

With
cheeks changing to a dark red
“
I
fell,” he mumbles, covering the bruise with his hand.

As
I look at Tommy, I raise my head, hoping he understands, that no
matter what, I am here for him. Thinking back to Trax, I ask myself
am I taking an inordinately interest in Tommy because I feel as
though I failed Trax by leaving him when I did.

“
Thanks
for the sandwich Miss Jenson.” As Tommy raises himself off the
bench to return to class, I want him to understand that no matter
what, he can come to me.

“
Tommy,
if you need anything I
’
m always here
”
He carries on walking as though he has not heard the words.

As
I clear away out lunch, I make my mind up. Something has to be done
about Tommy.

Chapter 2

Raising
from the President’s chair I stretch the kinks out of my body.
A body which is aching due to the workout, I had received at the
hands of Fudge, Devils Comforts Road Captain, earlier today. After
another successful week for Devils Comfort, both the legit and
non-legit business running smoothly, bringing in a healthy profit for
us. With this week’s business taken care of and church
concluded, it is time to relax and party.

Linc
and his old lady Cassie, are on the excuse of a dance floor, closely
nestled in each other’s arms. No one was more shocked than I
had been when my hard partying Vice President had got married three
years ago after a whirlwind relationship. When I say whirlwind, I
mean within twenty-four hours they had tied the knot. Not that I
blamed Linc for acting fast. Cassie is hot with her toffee brown
hair. It baffled me, what she saw in the Vice President, with his
cleanly shaved head and a body covered in Ink. Whatever it was, the
bond between them appeared to strengthen each day.

Connor,
or as he is otherwise known as Tabby, the club’s number one man
whore and the M.C. Treasurer. Is doing what he does best, getting
down and dirty with a couple of the club whores.

Dec,
the M.C. Sergeant At Arms, is to be found drinking shots of Tequila
off Silver. Who is one of the club whores and a dancer / stripper at
Tie me Down, an exotic dance club owned by Devils Comfort, managed by
Tabby.

Fudge,
the bastard who had given me the work out from hell. Is having his
own personal lap dance performed by Lacey, another dancer from Tie
me Down.

“
For
fucks sakes it’s a work night, is no one working at Tie me
Down,
”
I question Tabby, sitting
myself next to him.

Without
removing his hands away from the whore’s skirt, or lifting his
lips from her nipple, he mutters,
“
Its
in control. Twiggy
’
s managing tonight
and there
’
s plenty of girls, besides
I
’
m calling in later
”

Fuck,
Twiggy was more bouncer than manager material. Sometime, I would
question my sanity at Tabby being manager for Tie me Down however he
did have a way with the girls that kept them in line.

Hoisting
the skirt up of the other whore, exposing the plum ass to my view as
she has her mouth wrapped around Tabby
’
s
cock, I start stroking it. Spreading the checks wide, reaming her,
as I push my thumb into the small whole. A movement which causes her
to push further on to Tabby’s cock, forcing her to take more of
him in to her mouth. Her moans of pleasure, becoming louder. Smiling
as I smack the ass and drop the skirt back into place. Leaving them
to their game, as I make my way over to the bar for a drink.

Although
public sex does not bother me, after all it is an activity in which
I have participated in on a number of occasions. Having my son watch
me, just doesn’t seem right to me, and there he is, leaning
against the bar.

As
I come along side Trax, slapping him on the back, in acknowledgment.
“How’s it going son?”

He
appears a little pissed off, and I try not to think that Baby Blu,
could be the cause of his mood. Since Trax informed my of her
return, I
have
yet to run into her.
Although I have rode past her old home a few time, on the pretext of
calling in to see my parents, who live next door. I
’
m
not even sure if that is where she is living, since my parents have
not mention her either.

“
Linc,
needs me to practice some more before he’ll let me do any tats
on anyone, unless you want to volunteer?
”
Trax asks, looking me straight in the eye.

Swiping
him across the head.
“
Not a chance
pup
,”
I inform him with a laugh

“
No
harm in asking.
”

Although,
I am unsure if Trax is aware of my interest in Baby Blu. I am aware
that at one time he had wished we had got together. As I attempt to
appear casual, there is something I need to ask him. Taking a
mouthful of beer.

“
Have
you seen any more of Baby Blu”

Even
though the question does not appear to have thrown him. It is a while
before he answers, as he stares in to the beer bottle that he is
cupping.
“
Nope
”

When
Trax
’
s wasn
’
t
going to be any more forthcoming, I saunter off to where the club
whores are dancing, selecting one before heading off to my room. I
do not require a name, all I need is a whore for a night of oblivion.

DCMC

Avoiding
the debris which is scattered on the unkempt path, I knock on the
battered house door, waiting for someone to answer it. It
’
s
Saturday afternoon and I as hear movement inside, I am aware there is
someone home. There isn’t anything special about this house to
set it apart from all the others. Garbage covered the patch worn
grass, on what you would call the yard; the exterior of the house
exposing rust spots, from lack of care. The windows covered in thick
grime from the dust caused by the wind.

As
I am about to give up and leave, Tommy eventually answered the door.

“
Hi
Tommy, is your dad about?
”

With
a jerk as he pulls the door behind him, preventing me from seeing
inside the darken hallway.

“
Hi
Miss Jenson
”
with a curl to his lip,
“
What do you want with my dad, I
ain
’
t done anything.
”

“
I
know, but still, I
’
d like a word with
your father Tommy.
”

“
Who
’
s
at the fucking door boy?
”

Hauling
his body away from the door.
“
Miss
Jenson, she wants to speak to you
”
with those words Tommy slouches off. Leaving me to face is father.

“
Mr
Bale, I
’
m Miss Jenson, Tommy
’
s
councilor from the school.
”
I inform
as I show him my credentials. Trying not to crinkle my nose at the
odor that is emitting from both the house and Eddie Bale.

Eddie
Bale is around the same age as Inferno and still, there is no
comparison between the two men. His mousy brown hair in need of
attention, as it looks as if it hasn’t seen water in months.
Blue watery eyes, stare at me out of a sunken face which has a ruddy
hue to his complexion due to the drink.

“
What
’
s
the kid done now?
”

“
He
hasn
’
t been at school for a couple of
days and no-ones reported why. As I am in the area, I thought I’d
check that he
’
s ok.
”

“
Nothing
wrong with the kid. He just had a couple of errands to run for me.
”

As
I am about to speak, I hear the sound of motorbike engines
approaching. My body goes on alert, expecting trouble.

“
Everything
ok
”
a voice asks from behind me.
Without looking, I know that voice the low drawl always reaching
straight down to my toes, making them curl. A voice which causes me
to clench my pussy as it triggers the pulse there, to come alive.

“
Everything
’
s
ok, thanks Inferno,
”
I mutter,
without removing my eyes from Eddie Bale, not too sure, which of the
two of them it is safer to stare at.

Treading
up to the house softly
“
You sure Baby
Blu
”
he whispers into my ear, placing
a hand on my arm. At his touch, my heart skips a beat. The contact
of his warm flesh, against my bare skin, brings out the goose bumps.

Honest,
how am I supposed to concentrate, when Inferno
’
s
body is almost touching mine, his breath caressing the flesh on the
back of my neck? Dam, I think I have just soaked my panties. I am
unprepared for what his appearance and touch does to me. Closing my
eyes as I take a deep breath, counting slowly in my head. I hate
this man, due to what he can do to me. He shouldn’t be able to
make me lose my equilibrium. This just does not happen. I know this
as it never happens to me, unless Inferno is in the vicinity.

On
the pretense of taking another deep breath, I use the opportunity to
inhale his scent. The aroma of man and engine. Opening my eyes, I
take my first long hard look at Dante
“
Inferno
”
Page in six years.

He
is
now thirty-four years old, is hair is still as black as a
moonless night, swept back. A little shorter than the last time I
had seen him, as it brushes against nape of his neck. Eyes of a deep
jade, that I want to sink into. He makes me want to be a poet. His
six-foot frame and olive complexion, covered in ink. A body that I
have to lick from head to toe, to know if it tastes as good as it
looks. His looks inherited thanks to the mixed gene pool of an
Italian mother and American Father.

“
Everything
’
s
ok,” I let him know. “I was just wanting to know if Tommy
is interested in a weekend job, at my place now that Dad
’
s
not doing so good
”
I lie. Feeling
the heat from the blush on my face
“
We
could do with the grass cutting and other odd jobs.
”