Targeting Dart (Satan's Devils MC #4)

by Manda Mellett

  I’ve felt guilty that I wasn’t around to help in the later stages of planning, but I’m thrilled with what’s been done. And seeing the numbers of people that have turned up, elated that the day’s looking set to be a success.

  Having passed the time making small talk, it doesn’t seem long before we’re pulling into the park and the first things I see are the marquee and the beer tent with tables inside and out, so hopefully can cope with anything the weather throws at us today. But the blue skies above us suggest it will be fine, and the temperature is just touching seventy, which will be great for the ride. The band’s on the stage and already tuning up.

  There must be fifty or so vendors setting out their wares, and numerous stands selling all manner of food and soft drinks.

  I wave at Carmen and Sandy and then go over, seeing them setting out the items that have been donated for the auctions. They’ve divided them into two different competitions, hopefully so people will buy tickets for both. There’s a well-stocked liquor basket as one major prize, with bottles of spirits for second and third place, and motorcycle paraphernalia as the other, including an expensive-looking helmet and a good leather jacket for the winner.

  Then there’s the booth and ring where various competitions will be judged.

  “The vendors are giving a proportion of their proceeds,” Sandy explains. “Tyler’s story has touched everyone’s heart. All of the entry prizes have been donated too.”

  Tyler’s tugging my hand and pulling me over to a stand where commemorative t-shirts and baseball hats are being sold, each one carrying the words, ‘Satan’s Devils Poker Run’.

  I widen my eyes and turn back to Carmen, who explains, “Sophie arranged that.”

  As Tyler pulls me again, I go across to the stand. Carmen’s come along with me. As I go to take out my wallet, she puts out her hand to stop me. “Let me get this. I want to do my part.”

  “Carmen, you’ve already done more than enough.”

  But she won’t be stopped, and soon Tyler’s swapped his plain tee for a black one with the Satan’s Devils logo, and she also gets the vendor to throw in a child-sized baseball hat. The beaming smile on his face seems to be all the thanks that she needs.

  A roar in the distance alerts us, and the DJ starts up the music. The sound gets louder and louder, and then the first bikers are through the gates and parking up. They must all have had a good ride, as when they dismount their bikes their laughter mingles with the ticking of cooling engines and the scent of burning oil.

  Participants wander over, passing through the checkpoint and drawing their last card. Having deposited their completed hands in a barrel, some go straight to the beer tent, others go to get food, and a couple start wandering around the stalls.

  Bullet and Viper are with the first two groups, and go to stand with Carmen and Sandy, who will be selling tickets for the auctions. With hopefully a lot of money changing hands today, they want to make sure they’re old ladies are protected.

  For the next couple of hours, the groups continue to arrive, and there’s good-hearted bantering going on everywhere. Then there’s a long gap, and a last bike appears with a pop and a bang as it misfires and rattles its way into the park. The rider’s greeted by cheers and slaps on his back.

  “Jeez. We’ve got to give a prize for the oldest bike.” Sam’s come alongside me. “That’s a thirty’s Harley. Beautiful, isn’t it?” Then she leaves me to go inspect the bike, and in no time at all is chatting to its owner. I smile as I see Drummer pushing through the throng and hurridly going over to join her.

  All the Tucson chapter have been assigned roles, and there’s nothing for me to do. Dart appears at my side, and we wander around the stalls. Tyler gets a burger and then a candy floss, and I have to refuse his plea for ice cream, fearing he’s going to be sick. Next, we go to see the car and bike show, gleaming machines which their owners proudly display. I don’t envy the person who’ll be judging that, all of them look fantastic to me.

  Drummer’s back at the stage now, a mic in his hand. I watch him nod to someone, then a loud feedback whistle pierces the air. Well, it gets everyone’s attention. The music turns off.

  “Welcome again, all! I’m glad to report everyone’s checked in safely. First prize to be announced is to Bob, who wins for the last man in and oldest bike.”

  A ripple of good-natured laughter accompanies the man as he is pushed towards the stage. Drummer leans down and hands him an envelope. “Think you might be able to put that to good use, Brother. Perhaps towards new pipes for ya bike?”

  When the mirth dies down, Drummer continues. “We’ll be checking the poker hands for the winner as soon as we can. I hope you’ll stay around and enjoy the day, and part with your hard-earned cash at the auctions and stalls which have been set up. Won’t kid ya, we want to take as much from ya as you can afford to support our good cause.”

  Dart’s nudging me forward as Drummer’s eagle-eyes land on me.

  “I’d like you to give a welcome to young Tyler.” Bewildered, not expecting to be called up, I walk up onto the stage, accompanied by my son.

  “Sorry about this,” Drummer speaks away from the mic. “Occurred to me seeing Tyler might make them freer with their cash. Then he turns back. “Tyler here is six years old and was born with sickle-cell disease. He looks fine today, but his health is failing. The only cure is an expensive procedure. And we all know about health insurance.”

  There’s a roar from the audience. Yes, everyone knows what he means.

  “His insurance would go for the option that may keep him alive, but wouldn’t be a cure. Ya’ll know how companies wriggle out of payin’ what they should.”

  Now there’s roars of agreement and protest. Reckon most of them understand that.

  “I hope ya’ll get a chance to meet young Tyler. He’ll be judgin’ some of the competitions today. And I think, if you do, you’ll agree with me. He deserves to be given a chance of a good life.”

  Tyler’s looking at me completely wide-eyed. “Yes,” I tell him, “they’re all here for you.”

  He beams. “To help me get better?” I’ve explained what he can expect, how he has to be brave and go into hospital. I can’t hide anything from him, it wouldn’t be right.

  As we’ve been speaking there’s been cheering from the crowd. Drummer takes Tyler’s arm and leads him to the front. “I won’t keep you away from the beer much longer, but first I’d like to introduce Lost, the President of the Satan’s Devils San Diego chapter. He’s got something to say.”

  Lost comes to the stage carrying something in his hands. It’s a small child-sized leather cut. Drummer passes him the mic. Lost clears his throat, and then starts to speak. “Satan’s Devils’ chapters are full of good men. And sometimes we transfer between chapters. Drummer here is our national president as you all know, but I have been lucky enough to wrangle Tyler from him and get him to California. From what we’ve seen, we’ve got a good member in the making, and following the vote of the San Diego club, today he’s becoming a junior prospect for us.”

  He holds the cut up, and those close enough can see those exact two words written on the back. Tyler stands completely bemused as Drummer and Lost both help him put his arms through the leather. I thought he’d been beaming before, there’s now no words to describe the expression on his face. Especially as Drummer picks him up and puts him on his shoulders. Cheering and laughter bursts out, as well as a round of applause.

  Totally engrossed in my son, I don’t notice Dart has come onto the stage until Drummer lifts Tyler down, and picks up the microphone again. “Now I think you’ll agree, every kid deserves a daddy. So I’m passing the mic to my brother, Dart, VP of the San Diego chapter, and let’s see if we can’t do that today.”

  What’s he talking about?

  Lost has moved behind me, and is pushing me to the front as Dart takes the mic from Drum.

  My hand goes to my mouth. He isn’t, is he? Not here and now?

 
“I m not gonna take long,” he pauses and grins, “I hope. But I just want to say Alex is my ol’ lady, and I want to make her my wife. And ask Tyler if he’ll allow me to be his daddy.” He gets down on one knee and holds out his hand to me. I need a little prod from Lost to realise I should move across and take it.

  “Alex, both you and Tyler mean the world to me. I want you in my life and on the back of my bike for the rest of my life. Will you marry me, doll?”

  “Yes!” I scream out, having no need of amplification to get my point across as I throw myself into Dart’s arms. To the sound of hollers, cheering, and shouts, Dart puts the most glorious, and big, diamond ring on my finger.

  As Drummer disperses the crowd to their activities, Dart whispers in my ear, “That romantic enough for ya, doll?”

  Well, he just proposed in front of a huge audience, almost all his brothers from all chapters are here. “What if I’d said no?”

  “Then I’d have taken you home and spanked a yes out of ya.”

  I swallow. “Can we do that, anyway?”

  Dart bursts out laughing and swings me around him. “Fuckin’ perfect, doll. Abso-fuckin’-lutely perfect.”

  “Are you my daddy now?”

  We both stop laughing and look down at Tyler. Dart reaches out his hand to him. “Yes, Junior Prospect. If that’s what you want.”

  Then the three of us are hugging, not bothering that Drummer and Lost are looking on with smirks on their faces.

  “Daddy,” Tyler begins, and Dart’s eyes flash with emotion, “I’m going to judge the competitions.”

  Not missing a beat, though he sounds choked up, he nods at Tyler. “No problem, son.” Then he signals Drum.

  “Entrants for the longest beard competition to the judging tent now.”

  Chapter 40

  Alex

  Dart and I sit with Tyler as long as we can. I hardly recognise my little boy any more, he looks so tired and wan. His hair has fallen out, and he is constantly sleepy. Yesterday saw the end of what they call the conditioning treatment, high doses of chemotherapy to destroy his existing bone marrow cells. The process has taken it out of him, and it’s so hard for me to look at the tube that’s inserted into a vein close to his heart.

  Though Dart and I have been allowed to visit, we’ve gowned-up and masked to avoid passing on any infection. A process I’ll need to get used to.

  I defy any mother to not break her heart at the thought of any serious treatment being given to her child. This is not as simple or as necessary as having a burst appendix removed, this is an elective procedure that I could have decided against. But with Tyler’s condition worsening, those damn wrong-shaped cells of his could stop his heart at any time, and that’s the risk I’m not prepared to take.

  Today he’s having the actual transplant, and then it will be a waiting game. Tyler’s going to be hooked up to a machine as the stem cells are passed through a tube into his body, hopefully working so he starts producing normal cells of his own. I’m allowed to stay, Dart has to leave.

  Tyler’s in a special germ-free room. He wanted to bring his cut with him but wasn’t allowed. Nothing that might hold bacteria could be brought in. Dr Crowther’s explained to me the things that might happen. If he experiences vomiting or doesn’t want to eat, he may have to have a tube running from his nose to deliver nutrition directly to his stomach. Depending on his red blood cell count, he may need blood transfusions and/or regular transfusions to top up his platelets.

  It’s all such a lot for such a small boy. When the transplant is over, Tyler goes to sleep. The nurse tells me he’ll probably be out for a while. I leave the sterile room and take off my protective clothing, feeling a hundred years old.

  Dart lets me cry, understanding the angst that I feel. By allowing him to have this procedure, I might have just said goodbye to my son for the last time. There could be any number of complications that could take him away from me.

  And his recovery will take a long time, at least one or possibly two months or more in the hospital, while he’s kept free from infection and monitored carefully, hoping his sister’s cells work to multiply and take over from his own. I spare a thought for my daughter who never drew breath, and hope somehow, somewhere, she knows that while she had no chance of life, that she existed at all has provided this chance for her brother.

  Dart doesn’t give me platitudes, he can’t tell me it will be alright. He’s holding me close, his chest moves under mine, a tell-tale he’s affected like me. Tyler’s been calling him ‘Dad’ since the poker run, and the bond between them already closer than it had ever been with my ex.

  “He’ll be out for a few hours.” Dart reminds me what I’d been told. “What do you want to do? Stay here?”

  I know he’ll let me do whatever I want. I’m not hungry, or thirsty, and I won’t be able to concentrate if I try to read. What does a mother do?

  “The primary procedures went well,” he reminds me. “They’ll let you spend as much time with him as you can, but you must look after yourself. “Shall we go into the waiting room? Or outside to get some air?”

  I’m reluctant to leave, wanting to stay as close to my child as I can, while understanding it’s foolish. He’s in the best hands, there’s nothing I can do.

  A nurse comes along to go into the anteroom I just left, and gives me a sympathetic glance. “Go get a coffee, or better still, something to eat. You’ve got to keep your strength up to. If we need to contact you, you’ll have your phone on you, won’t you? We’ll get in touch immediately if there’s a reason.”

  Anything would cause my rebellious stomach to revolt. But I nod. I just don’t know how to get through this torturous time.

  “This is the turning point, doll. Up to now it’s been the preparation, but after today Tyler can start moving forward. You’ve got to take some time to look after yourself. I, or one of my brothers will come and sit with Tyler any time you take a break.”

  He’s right. I can’t afford to get weak, or I’ll come down with something that I could pass onto him. I force myself to follow Dart to the hospital cafeteria, and then to eat something that I don’t really want. I’ve got to stay strong. For my son.

  Over the next four weeks we can do nothing but wait and hope. Tyler has so many catheters all over him. They are either constantly taking blood or feeding him cocktails of drugs. The doctors give me encouraging words, but don’t give me a definitive answer as to whether it worked. Today I’ve got a meeting with Dr Crowther to go over Tyler’s progress to date.

  Tyler’s gone back to sleep, he’s such a tired child, but he’s getting stronger each day. I wipe my hand over his head and kiss his forehead. Then I go to see if Dart’s arrived, as he wants to be with me when I hear what the doctor has to say. Reliable as always, he’s already waiting for me, just outside the door.

  He’s got one hand pressed against the wall, he looks tired and drawn himself. “The house is all done now. Every surface has been cleaned and sterilised. The new furniture is in, and everything set up.” Dart’s been wonderful. He’s bought a new home for us, and has set it up to be as clean as possible when Tyler’s able to come home. We knew we couldn’t take him back to the clubhouse, it would only take one person to get a cold and Tyler’s health would be threatened, not the least to say it’s hardly the cleanest place in the world.

  This man of mine has done so much, it’s hard to know how to thank him. “Dart, that sounds great. I can only hope for good news today.”

  “When we seein’ the doctor?”

  “In about half an hour.”

  “Do you want to go to the waitin’ room, or to get a coffee or somethin’?” He places his hand under my chin and turns it up to face him. “I know he’s not out of the woods yet, but while I’m no doctor, I’d say he’s doing great. He likes that new game I bought him.” I nod to agree, he certainly does, well anything concerning motorcycles is bound to be a hit. “Can’t wait for him to come home and see his new room. Oh, and I can’
t wait to show you our bed, doll.” He winks, and I place my hand on his chest. I’ve been missing my man too. I’ve slept beside Tyler for the last four weeks on a bed provided by the hospital, hardly ever leaving his side. Dart or one of his brothers takes over for short periods to give me a break, which means I’ve not seen much of my fiancé at all, and certainly not quality one on one time.

  “Let’s go to the waiting room.” I come to a decision. And then my eyes fall on what Dart’s carrying. Tyler’s cut. The leather vest that he wore, only taking it off to sleep up—and then only reluctantly—until he was admitted to the hospital.

  Dart sees what I’m looking at and pushes it into my hands. “Brought this in case he’s allowed to come home. I want to be prepared.”

  Raising it to my face, I inhale deeply. Along with the leather, I detect the scent of my son. What I wouldn’t give to see him wearing it again. Clasping it to me, I let Dart lead me into the waiting room which is crowded to the point of overflowing. Pennywise, Salem, and Grumbler have commandeered seats at the back, with Bones, Kink, and Blaze are along one side, Token, Dusty, and Scribe along the other, and Brakes and Deuce are sprawled on the floor.

  Eva’s sitting next to Salem and she gives me a little wave, and there’s question in her eyes. I give her a small nod, then my eyes widen as I notice Candy, Tits, and Pearl, the other club girls standing just inside the door.

  As a hand lands on my shoulder, I turn around to see Lost. “We wanted to be here to hear the news with you, Alex.”

  My jaw nearly drops onto the floor. I didn’t expect anyone to be here, let alone everyone. Fresh tears come to my eyes at the unexpected support.

  “He’ll soon be back and wearing that cut,” Lost continues, and nods at the leather in my hands.

  “And getting under our feet.” That’s from Grumbler. But he smiles as he says it.