In The Enemies Arms

Spar

LEO

I ran inside, swinging the back door open before rushing into the main room. Tipper was in front of me running back to where he had come from and I followed suit like an obedient soldier. 

Pulling into the main room I saw one of my bikers bloodied and bruised. 'Prez!' shouted Lynch. He had been in the club for ten years, a very loyal man, and usually minded his own business. 'Those fuckers! they ambushed me! t-they know about the girl' he shouted in shock 

As if on call, Clara walked into the room, almost horrified at the scene unfolding before her eyes. Her once safe hazel eyes were now filled with fear of the unknown. 'Someone get him downstairs now! Jess we need your help' I turned to her. She nodded on command, running down into the basement where the infirmary was

'b-b- I' Clara stuttered loudly over her words, dumbfounded at the hurry of people around her. 'you need to go upstairs. Now. do not come out until I come and get you' I commanded her. Like an obedient little girl she ran for the stairs up to her room . Armz eyes followed her in sadness, almost worried that she had to see Lynch all battered and bruised. 

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we was downstairs now in the infirmary. Lynch was lucky, he had no broken bones just some external cuts and bruises. Hissing he sat down on the white bed whilst Jess tended to his cuts. 'He needs to rest for a day or two Prez, he might be sore. If so nothing regular painkillers can't do. No riding for you though Lynch. I will check on you before bed tonight' Jess announced. Nodding my head at her I thanked her silently for her loyalty to us brutes of men. without her many of us would be dead by now 

'Alright Lynch, tell us everything' I ordered sitting in the chair next to the bed ready to listen. He sighed 'I was just going to my ma's to see if she was alright. On the way back I stopped to get some beers from a gas station on the Southside when those little fucks ambushed me' he shook his head in anger 

'I think they were following me Prez...my mum, I have to make sure she's safe. Id kill myself if anything ever happened to her' He started to become frantic in his worry causing me to push him back into his bed. 'You are not going anywhere. You're going to stay here until you're fully recovered. I will move your mum into one of my homes and get her house installed with security alright?' he shook his head in agreement 

'Prez. It was Volkov's rat. Jagger and his little followers. They know we've got her' he stated. It caused me to freeze in place. I cared for Clara, she had showed my club so much love in the time she had been here. Her intrusion was the act of God himself, she lifted the grief I had in my heart from Angelina. She showed me joy again and there was no way in hell I was going to let volkov and his rats get their fucking hands on her ever again. 

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'Thanks Tony' I said to the man who was now installing security into Lynch's mums house. We had moved her into my house which wasn't too far from the clubhouse. She didn't protest, her husband once being a biker of the club himself. She was a lovely lady and understood our concern. Her house now had been fully installed with cameras and alarms. We couldn't risk anything, we always looked after our own. 

I was now walking out of the house with Tipper on my side, the both of us hopping on to our bikes ready for the long ride back. it was rush hour now, all the usual people were probably heading back to their homes and their families. The cool breeze brushed my face as I sped off into the distance 

'Angelina! Angelina! Please!' I begged Her to answer me but her lips trembled in fear. 'Prez, please stop it' she begged in return. Her soft tears cascaded down her smooth face causing her cheeks to turn red  from the salty tears.

Shaking her, I tried to revive her body of the pain it felt. Her white dress now being tainted by the dark wine of her blood. My hands covered the seeping cut as she lay in my arms as her breath slowed. 'Leo' she breathed out almost tired, she never called me Leo

'Angie please' I complained in sorrow. 'Let me go' she asked as her shaking pale hands stroked my young face. We were only young teens then, stupidly in love. 'Never, you will be fine the ambulance will be here in a second' I pleaded with her seeing her blue eyes droop.

'I am not the one for you Leo, otherwise we would be together until the end of time but' she breathed 'I love you so much and I always will' and with that those blue eyes I loved to see closed forever. 'No! Angelina Rosetti ! don't you fucking dare!' I screamed at her lifeless body but she was long gone. She was with the stars now 

We had reached back to the clubhouse but I felt like being alone. Stripping off my shirt I walked down to the home gym putting on music and getting ready to spar. I was angry, Volkov had been doing damage for too long. He took Angie from me, he took friends from me and even some of my mens family. I refused to let him take anymore 

I angrily hit the punching bags, acting as if it was his sad sorry little face. Oh how I wished to have him in my hands, how I wished to inflict so much pain on him. He was the demon who escaped hell and I wanted to send him on a one way ticket back there. 

CLARA 

I had been in my room for hours now waiting for word that I was allowed out. I was so scared for my life. I saw a biker all bloodied and bruised presumably by fathers demon of a club. I just wanted to go and see how the biker was doing, his brow bled and his face looked contorted but Leo summoned me to my room

A soft knock echoed through the room causing me to look up at the intruder, it was only Armz. Standing I went into his arms, 'is everything ok?' I asked him as he stroked my hair. His deep sigh let me know that the club was still unsettled. 'where is Leo?' I asked pulling from his embrace looking into his eyes

'He is in the gym' Armz said simply and without permission I exited my room and ran for the gym. In the month I had been here, I had mastered the rooms of the compound and easily found myself coming closer to the gym

The vibrations of music echoed in the room, surprisingly the music was mellow and soft. something I didn't expect someone to listen to in the gym. The faint hymn of Mile High by James Blake and Travis Scott hummed in the room whilst I watched him 

His soft hair was wet with sweat as he punched the bag with his bare hands. He was in blue Adidas shorts and trainers whilst his chest was bare. His strong chest, it was drool worthy, he was strong and built; his muscles rippled with every movement showing off his defined V line. 

Yet he looked displeased, angry almost. I was confused at his outburst but I was happy he was dealing with it healthily. Walking into the room I proceeded to him slowly aware of his focused state. I was closer now, watching the beads of sweat pool on his strong back.

'Leo?' I said. It instantly caught his attention, he turned to me dropping his sore bruised hands in submission. He looked broken and unfixed and my heart yearned to repair him as he tried to repair me.