Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

80. Alexis

For all the time I'd spent at the club, I had yet to set foot out the back of the property, and as Dom lead me out I was in awe.

If I hadn't already known the place was an old hotel, this area for sure would have given it away. A huge expansive patio littered with deck chairs, sun umbrellas and planters spanned from the back door and seemed endless. A fenced area in the middle housed an empty in-ground pool, and I made a mental note to Dom to ask if we could get it filled. The place was definitely giving off resort vibes.

There was a low fence at the back of the property with a gate which was swung wide open, and beyond it was a giant empty section.

Music played, and the smell of barbecuing food greeted my senses. Marquees scattered around, filled with bikers mingling amongst each other. There were also several picnic blankets laid out, and some were already occupied with patched bikers I didn't recognize and their families. Children ran amongst the adults laughing and playing, at the whole scene had such a warm, inviting vibe to it.

"Who are they?" I whispered to Dom, nodding in the direction of the families I didn't recognize.

"Members of other chapters and their families" he replied. "They'll continue to arrive between now and Tuesday morning to pay their respects to Grunter. Most are leaving afterwards, with some of the higher upside invited to stick around another day for the handover."

I nodded, and as we walked through the gate into the open field, I was slightly taken aback by the sheer volume of people here.

"Makes me wish we got your cut and tattoo sorted earlier" he whispered into my ear. "These men better keep their eyes and hands to themselves if they know what's good for them." He gave me a sly smile, one that both comforted me and told me he was dead serious all at the same time.

"So what is this place?" I asked, opting to change the subject.

"Club land. The original owner brought it in the hopes of expanding, but a nasty divorce left him on the verge of bankruptcy and he just wanted out so Grunter took the lot off his hands. Never did anything with it though, just use it for shit like this" he finished.

"Are you nervous for Tueaday?" I asked my man after we'd done the obligatory lap of the field, greeting and being introduced to the foreign club members and their families. We'd managed to escape, and were now sat together of one of the picnic blankets, Dom behind me with his arms wrapped around me as I lay in between his legs, my head laid back on his chest watching the roaring bonfire that had been lit as it got dark.

My question was met with silence, and just as I heard him draw a breath to respond, we were interrupted by a handful of bikers approaching us. Dom stood as they came to a stop infront of our blanket, and I could feel the tension.

"Steele" Dom greeted the biggest of the men, the one who seemed to be leading whatever this was, and I felt his body tense.

"Reaper my boy, how the fuck are ya?

I felt his eyes on me as he spoke, and as I looked up my eyes were instantly drawn to the President patch on his cut. An air of dominance radiated from him, and I knew we hadn't met him on our rounds, I would have remembered him.

Dom didn't answer, and you could tell Steele was visibly annoyed. He took a step closer to Dom, and both men puffed out their chests like some bloody testosterone match.

"Word on the street is it was you the got Gunner killed..." Steele tried again, and I saw Doms fists clench.

"What the fuck are you talking about Steele?" Dom hissed, and Steele smiled, obviously enjoying the reaction he was getting.

"You know exactly what I mean Reaper. Got your father killed by your own fucking whore. Gotta say, I couldn't quite believe my ears when they told me."

He looked me up and down again and I shuddered. The man gave me the creeps.

"Hope your new little slut knows her place a bit better. Hope she's worth having your dad killed for" he continued, and Dom lurched forward, grabbing the guy by the scruff of his neck.

"Don't you dare fucking talk about her like that again, you fucking hear? You don't know fucking shit. You might be President of your chapter Steele, but I'm President of Mother Chapter. You WILL show me some god damn fucking respect!"

By the end of his speech Dom was full on roaring, and a crowd on onlookers had formed.

Steele just smiled. A cold heartless smile.

"Not yet your fucking not boy. Not till that patch is sewn onto yer fucking vest and your brothers swear you in. If I was you I'd do everyone a favor and just fuck off Reaper. Let someone more...experienced take the role. Fuck knows you've already done enough damage as it is. Yer fucking mother would be ashamed."

The last word was barely out of Steele's mouth before I watched as Dom's fist flew straight for his face. He connected with a loud crack, and instantly the two men were engaged in a full on brawl. I watched in horror as one of Steele's associates went for Dom too, until out of the corner of my eye I watched as out of nowhere a body came flying into the second guy, knocking him to the ground before laying into him. As my eyes focused I realized it was AJ.

Frantically searching the crowd for any sign of Dianna and Tilly, I finally saw them, Dianna wide eyed with a look of shock as she tried to comfort a distressed Tilly in her arms. Pushing my way through the crowd, I grabbed the two of them.

"Follow me, I'll take you home" I said to her, grabbing her free hand and pulling her back towards the gate.

"What about AJ?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"He'll be fine. I dunno whats going on but I know most of the men here would die before they let anything happen to their President or his brother."

Once I got the two back to their room and made sure they were settled and safe, I left and quickly made my way back to the field, desperate to check on Dom and AJ.

The sight that greeted me made me sick.  Tank, as well as a few other bikers I recognized but didn't know the names of had Steele and his small crew down on their knees, arms pulled behind their backs. Steele's eye was swollen shut any blood was pouring down his face, although I couldn't locate the source from where I stood. His men weren't in any better shape.

As I stepped forward, Dom's looming figure appeared from behind the giant bonfire. He was wielding a burning stick, and looking like a man possessed.

"You dare to come here, to your mother chapter, and insult your future fucking President, my family, and my old lady? Acting like you're hot shit, trying to stake your claim on my title, on my club. Tell me Steele..." he continued, walking closer to the man as the stick continued to burn in his hand.

"What makes you so qualified to lead the whole fucking club huh? You just lead your boys here right into a fucking shitstorm, did you think my men weren't loyal? That they didn't have my back?"

Laughter echoed from the crowd standing behind Dom, and the first sign of desperation started to show on Steele's face. You could see the moment he realized what a fucking mistake he'd made tonight.

"Boys!" Dom roared, a fire in his voice unlike anything I'd heard before.

"This motherfucker disrespected your President. Insulted my old lady. Who here votes to strike him and his crew from the club... permanently?"

Another loud cheer rung out, and before I could register what was happening, a piercing scream rang out through the crisp night air as Dom plunged the burning stick into Steele's arm, destroying the Hellbound tattoo that once graced his skin.

I stood frozen to the spot as each man was treated to the same torture. The smell of burning skin was overwhelming, and my stomach felt sick at the sight before me. My vision blurred, and as one last scream rang out, it took me a second to realize the scream was my own, before everything faded to black.