Fury - Page 89

They sat on their bikes for a while, engines running, muffled conversations between visors, and then eventually the engines stilled, the rumbles in the back lane just that of Kings’ bikes. I signalled, and the engines behind me cut off, the alleyway flooding with silence, the only sounds the rustle of the rats. Even the men from Angels and Demons MC made no noise, their breaths held, their bodies rigid, ready for fight or flight. And that told me everything I needed to know without even taking my helmet off.

Yet I yanked the black lid off my head anyway, the men behind me doing the same. But the Angels and Demons didn’t, only one of them pushing a visor up so I could see the man’s eyes and nose.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice hard.

“Angels and Demons.”

“We can see your patches, you dumb fucker,” Demon added, coming to a stand at my side.

“Minty.”

“Rank?”

“Just a brother.”

“Brie know you’re out here?” I studied what little I could see of the man’s face.

The two riders beside him shuffled their weight in their seats, their hands clasping the handlebars tightly. Anxiety and worry.

And no one answered.

“He will in a few hours. You might want to tell us what you were up to.”

“We were just drinking with them, that’s all.”

“Funny that. The only reason that Brie doesn’t smash Notorious faces at every coalition meeting is only because they are members. We all know the beef Brie has with them. I’ll ask again. What were you doing there?”

“It’s not your business,” Minty answered me, a waiver round the edges betraying the hardness of his voice.

“No. You’re right. It’s not. I’m sure Brie will ask you the same questions.”

The other two men dropped their hands, letting them hang by their sides, fingers just curling into loose balls, an unease. A readiness to fight. They glanced at Minty, and for a little while, I wondered whether they were going to fight their way out of this. But there was no way they’d get out of this alleyway on those legs if they tried that. And I’d gladly leave them to feed the rats.

“Get Brie on the phone,” I instructed Magnet.

The handset pushed to Magnet’s ear, and we all waited, the three Angels and Demons riders snatching glances at each other.

“Good morning to you too, Brie. Fury wants a word.” I listened to Magnet, my eyes fixed on the men in front of me, not even looking away when I took the mobile from him.

“What the fuck, Fury?” Brie complained.

“Got some of your brothers right here with me. Followed them from the Notorious clubhouse just a few minutes ago.”

“You better be fucking joking,” Brie spoke slowly. “Who are they?”

“Minty and two others.”

Brie grumbled. “Aye, I know who it will be. I want them in our clubhouse with their cuts on the table when I get there. Got a fuck to finish first. Tell them to report to Arni and they’ll sit there till I get there to deal with them.”

*****

“How can you have this many boxes?” I grumbled as I loaded the truck. There were still ten more piled up in the corner of my bedroom.

Heidi had taken over the flat with boxes and clothes and fucking shoes the last few weeks. She had a pair of shoes for every day. I had my bike boots and my work boots. That was fucking enough.

“Think they’re handbags. Can’t remember,” she shrugged.

“How many handbags do you fucking have?”