In The Enemies Arms

Suspicious

CLARA
I had been on the edge of my seat all day, and the throbbing headache that I had was not helping either. The clubhouse was quite quiet today allowing me to process the possibilities of the phone calls I was getting. Only my closet of friends hand my phone number, it was very odd that I was getting unknown calls. I was sat in the kitchen day dreaming, my head full of wonder and curiosity. What if it was them? What if they were coming to get me? Surely not, they didn't care about me.

'Clara?' My eyes shot to the deep voice in the door way. Armz was stood there, shirtless and sweaty. The men in the clubhouse were intoxicatingly handsome. My eyes betrayed me as I took long sweep of his perfectly chiselled body before closing my eyes and replying. 'Yes?' I asked with a sigh, slightly tired and annoyed. My eyes remained closed, if I opened them they would betray me. 'Are you ok?' He asked now walking closer to me, examining my face. My eyes were open now as I watched the beast of a man step closer to me.

His blond hair was wayward, ridden with sweat from his work out. His cheeks slightly red from tiredness but his eyes full of a paternal concern. 'I'm fine, I just have the worst headache known to humanity' I grumbled, my head in my hands. He laughed 'Yes, I remember Leo carrying you into the house' he snickered. 'Shut up, I'm sure I could have walked' I scowled. Armz was someone I admired deeply, his rough exterior was just that but his inner person was soft and caring.

'I can't believe we are friends' I spluttered out, my mouth speaking before my mind could keep it enclosed in my thick brain. 'What do you mean?' His curious brows rose at the statement as he leaned against breakfast bar. 'Not like that' I laughed 'it's just funny how when you first saw me you dragged me here kicking and screaming and now you're one of the closet men in my life' I laughed at the silliness of it all. These sort of things didn't happen in reality, we were cut from a different cloth yet we still ended up being sewn into one.

'It's very funny' he chuckled now standing. The calm air was yet again disturbed by the ringing of my phone. 'Hello?' I answered much more cautiously this time, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. Once again, the heavy breathing was present and it definitely was not mine. I quickly hung up and deposited the phone in my back pocket. 'Who is was it?' Asked Armz inquisitively. 'Oh it was just Amelia, she keeps calling but her signal is down'
I lied, shooting him an innocent smile. I needed to find out what they wanted, why they kept calling.

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LEO
I stood round the corner listening to Armz and Clara's conversation. Half of me felt guilty for listening in but the other half felt no way about it. On my way to the kitchen I overheard her voice, yet my feet slowed down and made me stop. 'Oh it was just Amelia, she keeps calling but her signal is down' my ears perked up at the revelation, earlier she had said it was Salvatore calling her. The frown on my face was full of confusion, yet I displaced it and headed into the kitchen.

'Hey' Said Armz slapping me on the back, my shoulder quivered from the harshness of the smack. 'Sorry' he laughed, his hard stomach shaking from his chuckle. Clara sat there with a light smile on her face as she examined me. Like Armz, I was shirtless from our morning work out, my blue shorts hung low on my hips and my white trainers tied onto my feet. 'Eyes up here, tesoro' I teased lightly a small smirk on my face causing her cheeks to redden with blush.

'Armz can you meet me in church in 30 minutes? Bring Tipper and Scissor with you' he nodded his head at me before turning to head to his room. 'As for you...' I teased walking towards the seated angel, I hugged her pulling her off of the kitchen bar stool. 'I will have a bite of you later' I nipped at her neck, kissing her furiously with a burning passion before walking out of the kitchen. With her phone in my hand.

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'So' Said Tipper as he cleared his throat. 'What is the meaning of this meeting?' He asked his eyes full of curiosity. 'I'm not even sure myself' I mumbled looking down at the rose gold iPhone on the table. 'Don't you think Clara has been acting weird today?' I asked. My eyes scanned all the confused faces around the table. 'What do you mean?' Asked Scissor, who slightly leaned forward in his seat.

'This morning she got a weird phone call, she said it was her friend Salvatore' I explained 'But she told me earlier that it was Amelia calling her?' Butted in Armz slightly confused
'Exactly, it doesn't add up does it?' I asked them rhetorically. None of this made sense to be, why would she lie about something so small and insignificant? I could have this all wrong, it could have been a harmless mistake. One that I was reading into too much, yet my gut told me otherwise. It told me to dig deeper and sort out answers myself.

'Scissor I need you to run a scan on her phone' they all looked at me as if I was a crazy boyfriend. One off his bonkers, the one that was crazily in love and too far gone. I waved the phone in front of his face urging him to take it from me. 'I'm not mad' I assured them but their raised brows and scoffs told me otherwise. 'Will it put you at peace?' He asked taking the phone out of my hand. 'Yes' I said gulping down the horrible feeling in my stomach. 'I'll be back, I'm going to run a scan'

The time in which Scissor was gone felt like hours but in reality it was only minutes. 'What has you so antsy?' Asked Tipper breaking the silence. I thought to myself before replying, what made me feel this way? 'He loves her' replied Armz who shot me a small nod. 'Look at everything she's been through, little things like this we have to be careful of. It would be stupid of us to assume that she's definitely safe with us' his words rang bells in my head, she could never be genuinely safe. She could never leave this clubhouse without having to look over her shoulder, without the fear of the big bad father grabbing her again.

My heart ached. The thought of her gone pained me, I couldn't let it happen. 'Prez...' came Scissor's voice, it sounded down trodden. 'Those phone calls she's been getting I traced them...' he breathed in deeply 'the address came up as 178 Foresevern Close'
My stomach filled with dread, my heart almost stopped in its tracks.
'Wait, isn't that..'
'Skulls United Biker Club... her fathers club'