by KT Fisher
(Kings of Rebellion MC #3)
KT Fisher
Fate (Kings of Rebellion MC #3)
Copyright @2017 KT Fisher
Cover art @2017 Francessca Webster
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual persons living or dead, businesses and events or locales are entirely coincidental. This book also has some strong scenes that may cause offence. This isn’t your typical romance.
Prologue
Elise
I wasn’t expecting Jamie to come today, I only saw him yesterday but I will not complain. I love seeing Jamie, on no wait, I need to call him by his biker name now. I’ve known him since I was eight years old and now eight years later, I have to call him Bomber. It’s going to be hard but I have to do it because it shows my respect. I am a biker’s daughter, my brother is also a member of the club and has just received his vest, plus my Uncle Frank is the club president so I have to abide by the rules.
“Hey.” I smile at him, trying to hide my excitement.
“Elise.” He grins at me and I can’t help but think how perfect he is.
“I didn’t know you were coming today.” I explain, if I did I probably would have worn a better shirt.
“No,” he frowns now. “I have to talk, can we go to our spot?”
“Ok, let me tell my mum and I’ll be back.” I smile and run to my mother in the kitchen. My father, his club name Brace, sits at the table as they talk to one another.
“Hey Princess.” Daddy greets and I send him a smile.
“Can I go out for a while with Jamie?” I ask and Dad gives me a funny look. “Oh, I mean Bomber. Can I go out with Bomber for a little bit?”
“Sure.” Dad agrees, but my mother interrupts.
“No honey, your dinner is nearly ready.” She answers.
“Let her go.” Dad insists, and just as she is about to argue her point, they share a look. It was quick, but I saw it. My parents often do this, their own special silent language to each other.
“Ok honey.” Mum agrees. “But don’t be too long.”
“I won’t.” I practically jump up. Grabbing my jacket, I return to Bomber waiting and we walk to our spot. It’s nothing fancy or anything, just a single swing hanging from a tree at the back of a park and surrounded by a field. The grass is overgrown and the swing looks like its seen better days so it’s not a very popular hangout and that’s why it’s perfect for us. Surrounded by club members and family, we hardly get time alone, but here we know it’s just us.
“It’s weird, my mum didn’t want me to come but dad pretty much told her to let me.” I tell him while we walk towards our private place, but all he does is nod. “Are you ok?”
“Not really.” He answers, and now I look at him a little closer, he looks sad.
“What’s up?” I ask him, eager to share his troubles. Bomber means a lot to me, and if I’m totally honest, I love him. I’m only 16 but I know I love him. I am young, but I can recognise the pull of my heart for him. I can see myself as his old lady in the future and I want that to come true. So badly!
We spot the tree that shades our private hang out and he leads me over by my hand, and indicates for me to take my seat on the swing. I sit down and Bomber beings to push me, but he still hasn’t told me what’s bothering him.
“Jamie?” I ask, using his birth given name to tell him I’m serious.
The look on his face upsets me. It’s the same expression that he wore when his mother had died. I was only nine, but I still understood I had to comfort him. I’ve always shared a strong connection with him and we were actually here, sat at the bottom of this tree and I held him while he cried. So as I look into his distraught eyes, I’m overcome by fear.
“I have to go.” He answers.
“But we just got here.” I point out and he gives me a smirk in return.
“No Elise, I mean me and my dad are leaving.” He delivers as my feet hit the ground, stopping the swinging motion of the swing.
“Where?” I ask, my heart squeezing with dread.
“America.” Bomber reveals and my whole world begins to rip away from me.
“America!” I shout, standing from the seat. “Why are you going to America? Why would Uncle Frank do this?”
He shakes his head. “My dad volunteered and I have to go with him.”
I stare off into silence, his words repeating over and over. “You can stay with us.”
Jamie looks me straight in the eye and I see his own tears. “I have to go with him Lissy. He’s my dad and I can’t let him go alone, he only volunteered because he can’t stand living here without my mum. He sees this as a chance to escape, and I have to be there to protect him.”
I know what he’s saying is the right thing to do, but I don’t want him to go. “What will I do?” I ask him and my voice breaks.
“Please don’t cry.” He begs. “I had to come and tell you before we leave tonight.”
“Tonight?” I screech, no longer worried about how I look or sound. “You’re leaving tonight?”
Jamie nods, looking as bad as I feel but I guess I also look bad because tears are starting to run down my face and I’m frowning, not to mention I’m freaking the hell out!
“I’m going to miss you.” I admit.
He takes a step closer, and places one hand on my hip. “Don’t you think I’m going to miss you too?”
I shrug my shoulders, wiping my face. “I don’t know.”
“Of course I am.” He insists, bringing me closer. “Elise, if I wasn’t so worried about my dad, then I would be here with you. I wanted you to be with me, and be my Old Lady but that has to be put on hold for now, can you do that for me?”
I nod. “So you will be coming back?”
“I don’t know.” He sighs. “Dad said it’s not for too long but things won’t be clear until we get there, but I will email you or something. I promise.”
“You better.” I hiccup and Jamie holds me in his arms as I cry. Gripping onto him so he doesn’t have to go.
And that night Jamie did go to America with his dad. He sent me an email the very next morning, and I replied. Emails were sent for the next year, but then they became less and less until they eventually stopped altogether.
I tried to move on and put him to the back of my head, but it never completely worked and imagine my surprise when he returns to England, and the club, years later as a man. The trace of Jamie all but gone and in his place, a big bulk of a man decorated in tattoos and leather. Fully owning his biker name and looking so sexy because of it. However, as much as Bomber appeals to me and as much as I crave to run up to him every time I see him, I can’t.
The dreams of us two I had as a naïve teenager are long gone. I can’t let Bomber hurt me like that again. I cried for him for a whole year. A year! Did he even think about me?
No, I loved Jamie and he died when he got on that plane to America.
Chapter One
Elise
Present day,
This morning I’m a woman on a mission, it’s my mother’s birthday and I want to plan something special for her. She’s had a hard life, being the old lady to a biker and I want her to have a great birthday this year! It’s not every day your mother turns 50!
As soon as I step through the clubhouse doors I can hear the loud chatter
from the men but it’s not until I enter the first room that I see Bomber standing amongst them. He spots me too and I freeze for just a second, it’s only a short amount of time but he notices and I feel a fool for it. I don’t want him to know he still affects me.
“Elise!” I hear my father shout from a table in the corner and I jump from my daze. Snapping my eyes from Bomber, I walk up to my father and force a smile on my face. He’s sitting with my Uncle Franky, the club president.
“Can I talk with you?” I ask him.
“Anything serious?” He asks me, flashing a quick glance over to Bomber who is no doubt watching.
“Depends on how you think of mum’s birthday.” I raise my eyebrows and he straightens his back. Franky smirks beside him.
“I’d think that would count as serious.” He laughs, slapping my father on his back. “Go to my office and talk with your daughter.”
Franky gets up, kissing me on the forehead before he leaves us and a now true smile reaches my mouth. I love my uncle and of course I respect him, not just because he’s the Kings president but he’s a good man. One of the best actually. My father leads me into the president’s office and we sit on one of the large sofas, I look around with a weird feeling. I don’t think I’ve been in here since I came back from America and free from The Devils. I don’t like to think too much about my time there, so I have a habit of putting it to the back of my mind but now, in here I can remember everything. The girls and I had to come to this very room and explain what had happened and who was involved, so the club knew what had gone on within The Devils walls and it was fucking hard.
“Ok, so we need to do something for mum.” I begin, putting everything tucked away neatly into the back of my head. “She’s 50 this year dad, she has to have something special.”
“I know she does, what are you thinking?” He asks me, sitting back into the sofa.
“A party?” I shrug and he chuckles.
“She’s had a lot of parties Princess.” He points out.
“Well, I’m taking her to the spa the day before. Then the following day, we throw her a little celebration.” I answer.
“Sounds perfect.” Dad praises. “Now, I need to ask you if you’re doing ok?”
“Of course I am.” I frown. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You don’t have to lie to me, I know Bomber coming back is messing with you.” He sends me an encouraging smile. “What’s going on inside that head of yours?”
“Nothing.” I lie, and he knows I am.
My father sighs deeply and sits up straight. “Well whatever you’re thinking, I want you to be careful ok? He’s not the same man who left here a kid, Bomber is a changed man and I want what is best for you. So does your brother, so don’t give him so much grief.”
Now it’s my turn to sigh. “Scrappy isn’t looking out for me, he’s just being a dick.”
“You might think that, but just be a little more understanding.” He pleads.
I stand, having enough of sitting in this office. “Maybe you should tell this to Scrappy as well?”
My father nods and follows me out. “So you’re taking your mother to a spa?”
“Most likely, I don’t even think she’s been to one. Perhaps I’ll take all the girls and even Aunt Laura with me? Mum will like that.” I think out loud and my father just laughs.
“Whatever you like kiddo, just tell me about the party side of things yeah?” He laughs as he follows the direction of Franky.
Watching my father as he walks away, I catch sight of Bomber as my dad passes him and slaps a hand on his shoulder. Bomber gives him a nod in return and then looks to me, watching me intently. I stand frozen in place as memories from our childhood flash through my mind. Bomber sees this as an opportunity, and takes a step forward. I decide it’s time to leave and I quickly turn my back to him, hoping he gets the message as I take my leave. My heart races as I exit the clubhouse, smiling at everyone who greets me. I know everyone here because this is where I grew up, the men in my family have all been a part of this club and more than likely, so will my children. I head straight for my car, trying to quickly locate my keys in my handbag, but before I get a chance to jump inside, I hear him.
“Lissy!” Bomber shouts and I reluctantly freeze in place.
“Don’t call me that.” I beg him, listening to his boots as they crunch on the gravel. I didn’t realise he was right behind me.
“Please talk to me.” He insists, and the hurt in his voice pains me, but I can’t give in to him. He caused me years of pain, he deserves to experience it.
“I’m in a rush.” I reply, but my feet don’t move. I risk a glance behind me, seeing Bomber watching me and I wish that he didn’t fuck everything up. If he had continued to email me, or any other way to keep in touch, I wouldn’t be this mad with him. I wouldn’t have had to deal with a broken heart whilst I was so young and I know that because of my age, it only festered inside of me, turning my heart against the one I loved. Leaving me bitter whenever his name was mentioned, and now he’s back and acting like none of that happened. Did he even feel the same towards me?
My heart aches as I look at him, Bomber is so beautifully handsome. His dark hair is an organised mess, teamed with his strong jaw that’s decorated with a dark stubble and those bright hazel eyes of his, it’s hard for me to resist him. His Kings leather vest rests on his muscled shoulders, the short sleeves on his t-shirt showing me how wide and thick his arms are, not the puny things they once were when we were younger. He didn’t have those colourful tattoos either and I swallow hard as I look at them all. “I have to go.”
“Why you ignoring me Elise?” He asks. A deep set frown showing me how frustrated he is with me.
With a hurtful laugh, I look him right in the eye and remember the times I sat by that stupid tree and cried for him. Hurting every time he entered my mind and when he eventually stopped talking to me. Ripping my heart in two.
“No you have it wrong.” I throw at him. “You were the one to ignore me, now I’m just following your example. You only have yourself to blame.” I unlock the door to my car, turning back to face him with a scowl that I reserved just for him. “Now if you don’t mind, I have better places to be.”
With that, I get into my car and leave him behind, standing in the courtyard of the clubhouse. Bikes lining behind him as I reverse away. I do however, manage to see the look of surprise as I leave him. I laugh to myself as I drive further away, he did this to me. I’m a nice person, but cross me and you will see my bad side that people find hard to believe exists.
Trying to shake the memory of Bomber from me, I take a deep breath and hold back the tears.
Chapter Two
Elise
The next day, I decide I need to pay a visit to Drew and Natasha at their salon. Yesterday, after the run in with Bomber, I went home to my parents and decided I would plan my mothers birthday. Searching for nearby salons and party decorations took my mind away for a little while, but when I went to sleep I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Bomber even visited my dreams.
As I step inside the salon, the sounds of hairdryers blowing and girlish chatter filling the whole place hits me square in the face. A welcomed distraction as I immediately feel happier.
“Hey Elise.” I turn to see Lydia, a young girl who I know through the club family. I know her father, Comic, he’s one of the many Kings of Rebellion members. She no doubt got the job because she’s the daughter of a biker, it’s something we always do. Whenever anyone connected to the club, like Drew and Natasha, have available jobs, they are always offered to someone within the club family first. It’s so we’re all connected and Franky likes that. In fact it’s an unspoken rule for club families and it makes sense really, if there’s club business going down, he wouldn’t want people on the outside knowing about it.
“Have you got an appointment?” Lydia asks, scrunching her perfect eyebrows together as she searches on the computer beside her.
“N
o, I wanted to see Drew and Tasha.” I answer, looking through the full salon for them.
“Natasha is seeing to deliveries out back, but Drew is upstairs on her break. You want me to let her know you’re on your way up?” She asks, her eyes bright and happy looking. Lydia is a nice girl, at least I’ve never heard anything bad about her. I bet she hasn’t had a guy rip her heart into tiny little pieces, but I suppose there is time yet.
“That would be great….Thanks Lydia.” I say as I turn around, placing a smile on my face through my bitter feelings.
“It’s no problem.” She almost sings back.
I walk back out the salon doors and make my way around the side, spotting the side entrance. I prefer to come this way rather than walk through a salon full of staff and customers. The noise of men talking greets me before I see them or their delivery truck. As I walk alongside them, I spot Natasha clutching a clipboard and ticking away as the men bring in some large boxes.
“Hey.” She waves as she spots me approaching. “You ok?” Her head tilts to the side, studying me carefully.
With a long and heavy sigh I answer. “My life is full of drama since Bomber came back.”
Her eyes soften and her red painted mouth quirks to the side as she looks at me with sympathy. “I’m sorry honey, you need to have a rant?”
“Desperately.” I plead.
Natasha nods, looking down at her checklist. “I’m almost done here, you go on up and I’ll be up soon.” She wraps one arm around my shoulder, offering a little comfort before I leave her. “Don’t let it get you down.”
But as I climb the stairs to the apartment Drew lives in, on top of the salon I can’t help but think of Natasha’s words and how much everything lately is seeming to bring me down. How can it not?
The boy I loved moved to America, who I then later discovered was actually with The Devils MC. Unfortunately for me, I found this information out because I was being held against my will in a dirty hell hole, naked and terrified. Granted, Bomber was there because he was working undercover for the Kings, but it didn’t make it any better and now he’s back he suddenly wants to continue from where we left. There’s no way I can do that, not after he saw me like that and everything that had happened whilst I was there, but it isn’t easy keeping away from Bomber.
