Honey Stone

Demand and Supply

The next day the girls sat round in the mostly empty bar and talked idly. The men had work to do. They refused to say what. Honey knew it was to protect them, the fairer sex being sheltered from manly business. Honey practically rolled her eyes at the thought. She'd seen enough to make their efforts meaningless, all the women had.

Life in a motorcycle club was hard and none of them had found their way here on purpose, they'd all been rescued from their own version of hell in some way or another. Honeys mind went to the man who was still holed up beneath her feet. She wanted to ask him questions, wanted to know what had happened after she'd left. She knew Jamaica had gone down to patch him up, so he wasn't dead but what had happened to him?

Unable to stand the swirling questions echoing in her head any longer, Honey stood up and moved out of the circle, muttering something about needing the toilet. she turned towards the passage to the rooms, glanced back once and without being seen, dove for the door to the basement. As her hand closed round the handle, it was suddenly pulled away from her and Honey found herself face to face with the tall dark skinned Jamaica. 

'And what you think your doing here Miss Honey?' he asked solemnly, his dark eyes full of concern.

'I...I....don't know!' she stuttered in response, trying to think of an excuse for being caught red handed. 'I wanted to ask.....'

'Ain't nothing down there for you Miss Honey,' Jamaica drawled smiling at her but the smile was tight, friendly but distant. 'That man is alive, for now. I did what needed to be done but if Nash finds him near you, he'll kill him for sure. Plus, you don't need to see the mess that sorry piece of shit is in. Best not have those memories in your head.'

'Is it that bad?' Honey whispered. 'Is he suffering?'

Jamaica's eyes drifted past her and watched someone approach, Honey jumped at the feel of someones hands on her but relaxed when she heard Nash greet Jamaica who bobbed his head and moved away from them. Honey tipped her head back to look into Nash's brooding eyes. He gazed back and smiled as he rubbed her tense shoulders.

'He's suffering alright, might just have learned his lesson too. You trying to sneak down there baby?' Nash asked gently. 'You really want to know what happened?'

'Jamaica said I don't want to see what you did, that you could have killed him.' Honey blurted out as she turned to look at him fully.

'He's right, If Tommy hadn't given the order, I'd have killed him there and then. You really don't want to go down there, it'll give you nightmares and I don't want you being afraid of me.' James crooned as he smoothed the red hair from her face.

'I know some of the things you've done. I know what happened to Danny, I was there remember.'

'The beating I gave Danny was nothing.  You haven't seen me fuck someone up and trust me baby- that asshole is fucked up.' Nash almost smiled.

'But not dead.' Honey pressed

'Not yet.' The word yet  hung in the air. Honey scowled at Nash who looked back almost amused but she could see the clench of his jaw and new he was holding back.

'Why? What aren't you telling me, no more secrets James. Too many secrets have pulled us apart, please don't keep things from me.' Honey pleaded

Nash sucked in a breath and pressed his forehead to Honeys. 'Alright babe, you're right. I need you to keep calm and trust me when I say its been taken care of.'

Honey gulped and nodded. Nash tried to choose his words carefully. 'You know he was in our house? And you know he took pictures of you. Well last night we found more pictures on his phone, some taken from inside.'