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  Locke

  Book 4 - Aces MC Series

  By Aimee-Louise Foster

  Text copyright © 2015 Aimee-Louise Foster

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is dedicated to all the brothers that are gone but not forgotten.

  Declan O'Flaherty...some man!

  Table of contents

  Character List

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Amy - Aces MC Series Book 3.5

  Character List

  Aces Club Members

  Mitchell 'Duke' Groves - President

  Ethan 'Diesel' Stokes - Vice President

  Andy 'Bear' Harper - Sergeant at Arms

  Daryl 'Justice' Hayes - Treasurer

  Frank 'Hound' Watson - Secretary

  Mark 'Woods' Davies - Road Captain

  Connor 'Spike' Stokes

  Jake 'Locke' Dixon

  Caleb 'CJ' Jones

  Paul 'Rex' Regus

  Charlie 'Stoney' Henderson

  Jacob 'Skinner' Burns

  Tyler 'Whip' Watson

  Blake 'Recon' Washington

  Elijah 'Lyric' Grey

  Prospects

  Buster

  Ramsey

  Associates

  Amy Stokes - Diesel's sister

  Harlow 'Ink' Webb - Diesel's old lady

  Taylor 'Ash' Miller - Duke's old lady

  Louise 'Angel' Walker - Spike's old lady

  Maggie Watson - Hound's old lady

  Chloe Watson - Hound's daughter

  Satan's Wrath Club Members

  Onyx - President

  Polar - Vice President

  Hustler - Sergeant at Arms

  Slick- Treasurer

  Fix - Secretary

  Priest - Road Captain

  Sketch

  Poet

  Saviour (Locke)

  Prospects

  Joe

  Wes

  Chapter 1

  Locke

  Twenty years earlier

  "Have you got everything you need for school Jake?" Mum asked as she placed the breakfast dishes into the sink full of soapy water.

  "Yeah I think so," I replied sleepily zipping up my coat and securing my rucksack on my back.

  Mum twirled round quickly and raised her brows, I knew that look she obviously wanted me to check. I huffed as I reluctantly pulled my arms through the straps of my rucksack and unzipped it to show her that I had my pencil case and books needed for today's lessons.

  "Debbie get me a cup of tea, I'm parched!" Dad shouted from the bedroom.

  That was my cue to leave for school. Mum should've left that piece of shit years ago, he was a womanising drunk and a total waste of space. He'd come home late again last night stumbling around the flat drunk with no regards to the fact that I had school this morning. They'd had a row that carried on to the early hours and from what I heard Mum's suspicions were confirmed as Dad admitted he was having an affair.

  Mum was your typical housewife, she cooked, cleaned and looked after me and my baby brother Zach. Dad's work was hit and miss so sometimes we lived like kings and other days like paupers. Over the years mum had to put up with more shit than most but she was loyal and stayed because of me and Zach although I'd told her to leave him on numerous occasions. She deserved better than this, better than him.

  I quickly fastened my rucksack again, "I'll see you tonight Mum." I ruffled Zach's hair as I passed him, he was oblivious to the interaction and continued to eat his breakfast as I made my way to the front door.

  "Jake, remember that the back doors broken so you'll have to go around the front." I nodded as I walked into the communal corridor and smiled to myself, she was always worrying. The door wasn't broken the lock just needed oiling but I knew how to jimmy it to get it open.

  I'd found out from a young age that I was good with my hands, we didn't usually have the money to purchase new things so over the years I took it upon myself to take things apart and learn how to mend them. This process was a challenge but it managed to hold my attention more than anything else as I enjoyed solving problems. It inspired me to want to become an engineer when I was older and that's why I was knuckling down at school because I needed good grades to be able to get an apprenticeship.

  I exited the building through the back door and into the alley that ran adjacent to the reservoir. I heard an engine running in a stationary vehicle and turned to see a black Ford Transit that caught my attention because of its age and condition. This was a shit part of the neighbourhood and it wasn't known for being affluent, I couldn't see if anyone was in the vehicle but if they weren't it wouldn't be there for long. I sniggered to myself as I strolled down the alley and thought about the day I had ahead. I'd be home late tonight because I had extra tuition for Maths but I was grateful because I knew the atmosphere at home would be horrible.

  "Shit!" I realised that I had P.E today and knew that I'd forgotten my kit. I groaned at the thought of getting another detention from Mr Bates and quickly turned heading back in the direction of home. Mr Bates was an arsehole and took great pleasure in lending P.E kits to the kids that had forgotten them, they were always tight and hugged the body well. I hadn't decided if he was a paedophile or just got kicks out of upsetting children yet.

  I was already late for school so I didn't rush. I dragged my feet along the uneven ground and managed to dislodge a large stone so that I could have a kick around pretending to be Ian Wright, my favourite Arsenal player.

  "He shoots, he scores!" I kicked the stone at the communal bins and noticed immediately that they'd been moved against the wall blocking the rear fire exit. As I observed from afar something caught my eye, I noticed a flash of amber light illuminating our apartment on the second floor.

  "Mum!" I screamed not even recognising my own voice as it was high pitched and laced with fear, I needed to find her and Zack and get them out.

  I turned to the sound of coughing, "Jake!" I looked around frantically trying to find who the voice belonged to and that's when I saw her. Mum banged helplessly on the window of the back door screaming for help and coughing as she inhaled the smoke from the fire. I saw the handle moving frantically but she couldn't get it to open, even if she could the bins were obstructing her exit. I ran over to the huge bins and tried to move them but they were far too heavy for me to move on my own. I could still hear her banging against the door but they were getting less frequent as I pushed on the bins, willing them to move. I became aware of a noise behind me and was hopeful that it was someone who'd come to help.

  "Well, look what we have here!" Before I realised what was happening one of the guys had grabbed me from behind and held my arms to restrain me although I struggled with all I had.

  The men laughed, "It's a shame your father didn't have this fighting spirit, he made all of this way too fucking easy!" The man with the moustache said waving his hand in the direction of the block of flats that were now fully ablaze.

  I stopped struggling and looked at them confused, "I had to do it son, you'll understand one day!" He said calmly.

  I stared at the two men standing before me especially the man who'd just spoken. The greasy looking mother fucker with the slick backed hair was obviously the one responsible for
the death of my family.

  I could hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance and knew that help would soon be here, which encouraged me to be brave. My arms were still being held by the third man in the group although he had loosened his grip slightly, I quickly stomped on his boot freeing myself from his hold and made a run for it but my freedom was short lived as the man with the moustache grabbed my arm and swung me around until I was directly in front of him. Removing his blade from its holster he slashed me across the face and let go of my arm so that I fell to the ground. I put out my hands to try and lessen the impact but I wasn't quick enough and skidded across the gravel.

  He crouched beside me staring deeply into my eyes, "Let that be a lesson to you!" He stated filling the air with his stale cigar breath.

  The sirens were now closer which I think may have just saved my life, he stood and nodded at the two men indicating that it was time for them to leave. As they walked away I noticed identical logo's on the back of their leather jackets stating 'Satan's Wrath'.

  I fought back the tears trying to be brave until they got into the parked Transit and drove in the opposite direction to the sirens.

  Who the hell were these men and why did they want my family dead? I didn't have the answers now but I planned on finding out, even if it was the last thing I ever did.

  Chapter 2

  Locke

  Seven years earlier

  "Hi Nick, do you want the usual?"

  I smiled at Lucy as I sat at the counter. I'd been coming to this cafe for the past three months, observing the Satan's Wrath members from afar picking up snippets of information and trying to find a way to infiltrate the club.

  I always made sure that I sat close enough to their usual table to hear their conversations but far enough away so that they didn't become suspicious. Some of the guys now recognised me and would nod their heads in recognition but I was far from becoming associated with the club. They were a tight group and during the time I'd been coming here, I had only seen the same five members come to the cafe to eat, like it was a special group among the club.

  "Please Lucy." She smiled and went about her work to make me a bacon sandwich as I pretended to read my newspaper.

  I glanced in the direction of the door as I heard the sound of laughter fill the room. My heart pumped heavily and I steadily felt the tightening of my stomach as I witnessed the men that killed my family saunter into the cafe without a care in the world.

  Lucy placed a mug of piping hot coffee onto the counter before making her way over to the table that the club members had just sat around.

  This gave me the opportunity to check the group out further and listen to their conversation as they ordered their breakfast. Although they were a tight group, they didn't keep the noise down when discussing club business and I was able to piece together some important information.

  They were heavily into drugs and offered protection for certain businesses around the area, and that's how they generated the majority of their money. Onyx was the President of the club, and hadn't changed much since our first encounter thirteen years ago apart from the greying of his hair and a few extra pounds around his middle.

  "Polar, I've told you I have a boyfriend."

  I glanced from my newspaper to see the clubs VP grab Lucy around the waist and pull her towards his lap as she tried to wiggle from his grasp. She smiled sweetly although looked uncomfortable as his big hands roamed her body to the jeers from the rest of the group. I had identified Polar as the second man involved in that frightful evening, he'd now turned from a boy into a man but his psychotic tendencies had only gotten worse.

  Movement caught my eye, I turned quickly to see an unkempt man in his early twenties brandishing a small blade making his way further into the cafe towards the group. I could see that they were preoccupied with Lucy and the man made head way without being detected. The notion of protecting the President of this club and the rewards that may come with that outweighed my desire to see what may happen.

  I acted quickly and stuck my boot out, watching as the man lost his balance and stumbled forward before I jumped from my stool. Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, I yanked him backwards and banged his wrist with my fist making him release the blade.

  The sound of the metal skidding across the floor alerted the group to the danger behind them and they turned in unison.

  As the group stood, I let go of the man knowing that I at least needed to give him a head start as the group would kill him for trying to injure a club member, especially the President. I saw the realisation on his face, his eyes widen as he noticed the group surge towards him and turned quickly to bolt through the door and into the street.

  I watched as Priest, Slick and Fix gave chase running through the cafe after him.

  "Well stranger I think I owe you some gratitude, join us." I turned to see Onyx gesturing with his hand towards his table.

  "You don't owe me shit, I'm sure you would've done exactly the same if it was happening to me." I smiled and strolled towards the counter where my bacon sandwich had just been placed. I wanted to infiltrate the group but I didn't want them to think that I was too keen as this may raise suspicion.

  Onyx sniggered, "That's where your wrong my friend, I wouldn't have done the same and it wasn't a request for you to join us, it was an order."

  His eyes became darker widening with excitement as to what my next move may be. I glanced across the table at Polar as he sat forward grasping his hands as he leaned on the table, assessing the scene between the two of us.

  Letting out a loud sigh I slowly folded my newspaper and picked up my plate and mug to carry them across the cafe to the seating area in the far corner.

  Onyx smirked and pulled out the chair directly beside him so I could take a seat.

  "So what do they call you stranger?" Onyx asked as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

  "Nick." I answered as I placed my plate and mug onto the table and got comfortable in the chair beside Onyx. I'd rehearsed every scenario over the years so I was prepared for what may lie ahead.

  "And what do you do for a living Nick?" Onyx asked and I saw his frustration by my lack of willingness to talk.

  "I'm a locksmith." I took a sip of my coffee to give me some time to analyse the situation and see if he wanted me to continue talking. I didn't want to give more information than was necessary, I needed to play it cool.

  "A locksmith, well that would come in handy." Onyx raised his brows and glanced at Polar before turning his attention back towards me.

  "So are you associated with a club? I've seen your Harley parked outside and you know how to handle yourself."

  I took a bite of my sandwich to bide myself some time, "I've thought about it over the years but it would have to be a special kind of club for me to put all of my time and effort into." I didn't make eye contact but I could feel his eyes bore into my skin.

  "Well maybe you should swing by the clubhouse tomorrow. Hustler is returning so we're throwing him a welcome home party, come by the club and join in the celebrations."

  As I turned towards Onyx, I noticed the glare from Polar. "Prez, we don't even know him." He stated raising his voice slightly.

  "Well he fucking saved me from being stabbed in the back which is a lot more than I can say for you," he snapped putting Polar firmly in his place.

  "Well as long as you're sure," I said calmly trying to hide the excitement building inside.

  We all turned to the sound of the three guys walking back into the cafe.

  "Did you catch up with him?" Polar asked as he stood sliding his chair across the tiled floor.

  Priest shook his head, "Nah he got away."

  "Well, we know where he lives. I want the three of you to go and pay him a visit. Ask the Prospect to follow you with the van and I want him brought back to the clubhouse tonight." Polar stated as he folded his arms across his chest.

  Lucy weaved herself around the guys and placed the plates of food onto the t
able, "Here you go guys."

  "Sorry love, we need to make a move." Onyx stood and dug deep into his pocket before pulling out some notes and throwing them onto the table. He turned towards me, "Be outside here at 7.00pm tomorrow and you can follow someone to the clubhouse."

  I nodded my head and tried to hide the fact that I wanted to jump in the air and cheer at the fact that I'd been accepted.

  "See you tomorrow Saviour," Onyx stated before he turned and paced out of the cafe followed by the rest of the guys.

  "Are you sure you know what you're letting yourself in for?" Lucy asked joining me at the table.

  I smiled, "Are you worried about me babe?" I asked with humour in my voice.

  She sniggered, "I'm assuming you know who they are and what they do."

  "Don't worry about me, I know exactly what I'm getting myself into." I pushed my empty plate across the table and took a large swig of my coffee, "Do you want a hand moving all this stuff?" I gestured towards the five plates of wasted food that were on the table.

  Lucy raised her brows and stared at me, like I was a puzzle waiting to be solved. "You're not like other men Nick or should I now call you Saviour?" she asked taking the piss out of the name Onyx had just called me.

  "Not like other men hey! Should I take that as a compliment?" I asked winking at her.

  "Yes you should." Lucy stood and took two plates from the table over to the counter.

  I smiled at her kind words. Lucy was a sweetheart, she was holding down this job to support herself and her four small children. Things were tough for her and the low life bloke that she'd recently shacked up with wasn't making things any easier on her. I'd built a good friendship with her over recent weeks as I came here most mornings which gave us time to chat when it was quiet. The manager was good to her and although paid the minimum wage he allowed her to take dinner home each evening for her and the kids.

  "Right if you don't need my help I'll be off, I'll see you soon." Lucy smiled as I made my way through the cafe and out into the street.

  Mounting my motorcycle I fastened my helmet and looked around the industrial estate. The Satan's Wrath members used this cafe because it offered them the privacy they wanted but it showed that they didn't have the business acumen like the Aces as this place was a little gold mine like Amy's cafe back home.