The Recoil Rock Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  She sits up taller looking me in the eyes with her mouth agape. “What? Really? You hate the club?”

  I position myself to sit down beside her and grab her hands in mine. That spark shoots between us and it makes my heart skip a beat. “I do, but I don’t dislike Techie, and I’d like to see him. This all started with his help, and I know you’d love to see them before we leave… and their new clubhouse.”

  “Really? You’d do that for me?”

  Tilting my head. “Babe, I’d do anything for you. I just want you to be happy. You’re coming to America to be with me, leaving your family and friends, the least I can do is help you see them before you leave.”

  Her bottom lip trembles and she lunges forward taking me into her arms embracing me. “I love you.”

  Chuckling as I smoothe her hair back. “I love you, too.”

  ***

  We drive our van to Aldinga pulling up at the gate. Ryan sticks his head out of the window to look at the hi-tech video display, and a guy with a round face and a beard flashes up on the screen.

  “Yeah?”

  “Ah, hey! We’re Recoil. We’re here to see Techie and for a party of some sort?” Ryan offers and the guy nods on the screen. The gate slides open with ease and Lunar chuckles.

  “Well, this gate is certainly a lot better than the one at Virginia. This place looks so much… um… cleaner,” she says as Ryan drives into the compound.

  When Ryan pulls up, I notice Techie and Steel walking over toward us. Steel looks as tense as shit as I slide the door open and Lunar steps out. I follow behind her and wrap my arm around her pulling her to me in front of Steel. It’s funny because our relationship has always been about Lunar being jealous of me and Effa or Ella, but now faced with Lunar’s ex, the roles seem reversed and I’m a little on edge. I can’t help but want to stake my claim on Lunar, and let Steel know that she’s mine, no matter what.

  Techie smirks watching me and tilts his head. “So in America there’s around 246 million or so adults. Approximately 43% are single averaging about 105 million, leaving 141 million couples. So with those statistics I’d say about one percent or 1.41 million people have actually gotten back together with an ex-partner.”

  We all look at Techie and furrow our brows wondering what the hell he’s bringing these weird ass statistics up for.

  He shakes his head. “What I’m saying is the odds of Steel and Lunar getting back together is not likely. Plus, they were never really a couple anyway, so this awkward tension you three have is not really necessary is it?”

  Lunar opens her eyes wide as I grit my teeth and hold onto Lunar tighter.

  Steel rolls his eyes at Techie. “Tactful Techie, real tactful,” Steel chides and turns walking off.

  “What?” Techie calls out to Steel as Ryan, Matt and Nate all laugh slapping Techie’s back and grinning at him.

  “Thanks Techie. Still a douche I see,” Lunar teases.

  Techie smirks pressing his open palm to his chest. “Oh Lunar, how I’ve missed thee,” he mocks and she reaches out shoving him with a giggle. “No, really, it’s good to see you looking so… well.”

  She smiles glancing at me and nods. “A rocker’s girlfriend is a good life.”

  I squeeze her to my side in a show of thanks, as Techie grins and gestures his hand out for us to walk ahead of him.

  “My humble abode awaits for you m’lady,” Techie says.

  Lunar shakes her head and smirks as we walk with the other guys through the compound toward the back where the bonfire is flickering brilliantly, and where I’m guessing the party will be held tonight.

  As we round the corner Lunar tenses in my arms and I follow her gaze as her eyes rest on a fiery redhead who’s sitting around the bonfire with a young little boy on her lap. I’m confused slightly because his skin color is a lot darker than her clean crisp white, but who am I to judge.

  We take a seat and the tension in the air between Lunar and the redhead is immediately apparent. You could cut the air with a chainsaw, and it would still be as thick as a tree log. I have no idea what’s going on, but I hate seeing Lunar so tense.

  “Hi Willow, nice to see you’re still around,” Lunar says nicely toward the redhead, and it quickly registers to me that this is the woman Steel broke things up with Lunar for.

  Now I get the tension.

  “Hey Lunar, glad you and Danger are working out so well,” Willow says with a clipped tone to her voice, obviously not wanting to play nice tonight.

  Techie glances at Willow furrowing his brows and she turns from him. I think they’re good friends and she knows he’s annoyed at her behavior too.

  “So Danger, you guys are heading to the States next right?” Techie queries.

  I nod. “Yeah, we’re going home. We’ve loved being in Oz. We’ve done good here, and have taken off really well, but we want to try again in the US. I need to get back to my sister, I miss the little brat,” I admit while Lunar cuddles into my side. We’ve talked about her meeting Mouse and she can’t wait.

  “So Lunar are you going as well?” Willow asks.

  Lunar looks at me and smiles. “We talked about it and yeah, I’m going to be getting my visa and going over there with them. It’s a whole new world for me. We’re going into a whole new industry, and I just know with the music they’re making now they’re going to be huge in the US, they just have to hit at the right time. But they will, I know it.”

  It’s so nice to hear her talking like that. I know she really does believe in me and my music. I’m so fucking lucky to have her.

  “Do you think the press will be kind to you in the US?” Willow asks.

  Techie glares at her and the blonde female friend next to her bumps her shoulder as if to tell her to shut up. I’m getting pretty sick of this bitch’s attitude toward Lunar myself.

  Lunar takes a deep breath as I rub her leg in a show of support. “That’s something we’ve talked about, too. We know that me being in the club will probably come up, it already has in Australia and we dealt with it then, so we can deal with it in the US too.”

  “So did they call you a club girl or a club whore?” Willow blurts out.

  My fists clench by my sides as the blonde woman coughs bumping her again, and Willow winces as soon as she says it.

  “Wow! You’re kind of a bitch,” Ryan exclaims, and I can’t help but smile. I wish I’d said it actually, but Ryan is braver when it comes to being attacked by bikers than I am.

  Techie chuckles and she glares at him. “What? Flame, c’mon you need to calm down. I know you and Lunar have bad blood, but you got Steel, she’s with Danger, no one’s moving in on anyone. You just need to take a step back,” Techie calls out.

  She sinks into her chair, clenches her eyes tight and winces. “Shit!” She opens her eyes and looks at Lunar who’s frowning. “I’m sorry, Lunar. I’ve never been very jealous, but Steel, he’s mine and I’m not letting anyone step in on that. I’m sorry if I’m being narky, I just… we do have bad blood, and I guess I don’t forgive easy. It’s hard to stop picturing you sleeping with my man.”

  Clearing my throat at the thought of Lunar and Steel together, I shift uncomfortably as Lunar takes in a deep breath. “I’m sorry everything went down the way it did. But truly, Willow, Steel is safe. I only have eyes for one man now and I’m sitting on his lap. I promise,” she says turning to look at me.

  I smile at her sincerity and she leans in kissing my lips softly. A spark of electricity runs straight through me and down to my cock making it jolt slightly. I love she can do that just with a simple kiss as her hair falls down around my face.

  “Okay, well, I’m glad they’re having fun,” Steel’s voice appears out of nowhere as we pull apart and he sits down next to Willow. She looks at him and reaches out for his hand, he picks her hand up kissing it tenderly.

  With tensions seeming to have ebbed, I turn Lunar back to look at me and I stare into her eyes. “I love you, only you.”

  She grin
s and nods. “Only you.” She leans in kissing me again, and we make out around the flickering flames of the Aldinga Satan’s Savages bonfire.

  Chapter Thirty

  Ryan is suddenly upside down over the top of a barrel as Matt and Nate hold his legs while he chugs a beer upside down. Everyone is cheering as one of the bikers called Crash, force feeds him the beer through a hose, while Lunar and I watch from the sidelines. My band is getting along with these bikers exceptionally well by the looks of it, and this party is going a hell of a lot smoother than when we first arrived to the bitch fight.

  We’re all cheering as Ryan loses his balance and falls from the barrel, when suddenly an almighty explosion echoes through the compound. We all jump up and look toward the source of the noise to see a black ute hurtling through the gates. It pulls to a stop as Lunar grips onto my arm tightly. The bikers all draw their guns and point them at the vehicle, then a shockwave blasts with all its might through the compound. I’m rammed off my feet by a force so powerful it knocks the wind from my lungs as heat races over the top of my body.

  It takes me a second to register, but when I do, I turn to see Lunar on the ground beside me and I quickly roll over sheltering her from the scattering debris that’s falling to the ground all around us. My eyes are still blurry trying to right themselves from the flash of tremendous light and through the haze of black fog. My ears are ringing harshly as my head pounds so badly I feel nauseous. I’m slightly disorientated, but all I know is Lunar is under me, she’s breathing and I’m pretty sure she’s okay. That’s all I care about right now. Shaking my head to try and right my equilibrium, I sit back slightly and look down at Lunar to see her looking up at me, assessing my face. Her hand comes out and caresses my cheek, as I look to see a small smothering of blood on her forehead.

  “You’re bleeding,” I murmur, but I can hardly hear my voice over the ringing in my ears.

  She looks up to my cheek and winces. “So are you,” she replies.

  I turn my head to look behind me. Bikers are running in all different directions with their guns drawn. Children are crying, and the women are ushering people and the wounded around. I stand up on shaky legs grabbing Lunar with me and standing her up.

  “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere else?” I run my hands all over her body.

  She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine! Where’s the guys?” she asks.

  We turn to see Ryan holding his head and leaning against the auto shop wall, and Nate and Matt holding each other up.

  “They’re okay. What happened?” I ask, and she shakes her head.

  “I’m guessing the ute exploded.”

  I turn to see the car which has completely disintegrated. Definitely like it has exploded.

  “Why the fuck would anyone do this?” I ask holding her to me.

  “Because this is a biker club, and this shit happens, Danger.”

  I open my eyes wide and groan. “This used to happen when you were here?”

  “Not a lot. But this… kidnappings, murders… it’s the life of the club. That’s why I’m glad you got me out.”

  “And you’re never coming back here, baby. Never.” I lean in kissing her as Ryan, and the guys come over to us.

  “You guys okay?” Ryan asks, and we nod.

  “Yeah, you?” I ask.

  He looks down at his slightly torn shirt. “Yeah, this is actually kind of exciting.”

  I scoff and roll my eyes. “Dude, we could have died.”

  “I know, right! Imagine what the press would say about this if they knew.”

  “They will not be finding out,” Lunar responds sternly, and by the fierce look in her eyes I wouldn’t be going past her word right now.

  “Okay, fine, the club is safe,” Ryan says.

  “Looks like everyone is heading inside, we should probably go in too. They will want a head count,” Lunar tells us.

  I nod wrapping my arm around her shoulder and walking with Lunar inside the clubrooms. We head up toward the bar and stand around as everyone else rushes about like mad men. I go to get a drink noticing Techie walk up to Lunar shaking his head.

  “You’re back here for an hour and look what happens?” he teases.

  She rolls her eyes. “I see nothing has changed with you boys then? Still getting yourselves in trouble no doubt. You said this place was different to Virginia, Techie,” Lunar says.

  “It is! We don’t go looking for trouble here, but for some reason trouble is finding us. I have no idea what this is about, but we need to figure it out before something worse happens.”

  She nods and I step up to them taking Lunar to my side. “Hey babe, I think we should go. These guys need to concentrate on their club, and we’re just a distraction.”

  She nods and grabs my hand while smiling at Techie. “I’m so glad I got to see you, it’s been too long,” she says.

  “Well, I have a feeling it’s going to be even longer between visits with you heading off to the US. Just remember to keep in touch, you’re family, no matter what.” He leans out wrapping his arms around her giving Lunar a tight squeeze. She giggles pulling back with a smirk. “What?” She chews on her bottom lip. “Lunar!”

  “Okay fine. Word is you’re seeing someone. Is that true?” she asks.

  He groans and I smirk wondering if the playboy Techie is actually finally settling down with someone.

  “No! Now go away and be a famous rocker’s girlfriend will you?”

  She leers at him. “She must be special if you’re hiding her from the lads. I’m proud of you, Techie. Out of all the guys I never thought you’d settle down. I hope you do. Being in a relationship, it’s work, but it’s worth it.”

  Smiling at her, he turns her and slaps her ass pushing her to walk off. She laughs and heads off toward Ryan, Matt and Nate. I watch as she walks away, her ass swaying from side to side like she owns the joint. She is so fucking hot and she’s all mine.

  God, I love that woman!

  “So you better take care of her. She won’t have us to fall back on in the US,” Techie says and I turn to face him.

  “I know, don’t worry, I plan on taking very good care of her. That little minx has worked her way into my heart. She’s crazy and we have our moments, but she rocks my world.”

  “That’s good to hear. Thanks for dropping in. Sorry we kinda… blew up the place,” he says.

  I manage a laugh while shaking my head. “No, it’s fine. I’m just glad no one was hurt. The life of a biker is never dull, hey Techie?”

  He nods raising his eyebrow. “Seems that way.”

  I slap his arm in a kind gesture. “See you, my friend.”

  “Safe travels.”

  I turn and walk off toward the guys and Lunar, and they all nod at me as I get to them.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Matt suggests.

  I nod looking at Lunar, who takes one last look around the place and smiles.

  “Gladly,” she chimes.

  ***

  We’re driving back to the hotel and I’m looking over Lunar’s blood stain on her forehead, but it seems like when I rolled on top of her blood must have spilled from my cheek onto her. She wasn’t hurt at all, which gave me instant relief. I’d much rather it be my blood than hers.

  “How epic was that? I mean we were in a real biker war showdown!” Nate calls out, and Ryan laughs.

  “I know right! I’m glad I’m not the only one who found that completely electrifying,” Ryan says and Lunar scoffs.

  “We could have all been killed, I’m glad to be out of that life. Being a rocker’s girlfriend, while still dangerous with the fans, is nothing compared to club life. Trust me, living in that place is not exciting.”

  I lean across to give her a hug and kiss her temple softly. I’m so glad that I have her away from this club. Lunar is now officially removed from that life, and she will never be back. She is now a rocker’s girlfriend, not club property, and I think she understands that now as we drive away from the Sat
an’s Savages for the last time.

  Leaving her past behind, and only looking now at her bright future.

  A future with me.

  Epilogue

  RYAN

  We’ve been back in the USA for a month. Luke arranged a new agent and management crew and Oliver is working out perfectly. We’ve already got a new album set to be recorded, and a heap of promo work lined up for our USA domination. It’s just hard to get noticed with so much other amazing talent in the States.

  We broke through the Australasian and other countries markets, so I know we can do it here as well. We’ve already completed some minor touring here, we just need to ramp up our PR and grab some more air time on the radio if we want to make it as big as Staked or Slayed. That’s who we always compare ourselves to, Ella’s and her father’s bands—we shouldn’t but we do.

  But tonight I’m not thinking about the band. I’m not thinking about how music lifts me up taking away the memories. Or how everyone thinks I’m the joker, the immature member of Recoil, who’s never serious.

  No, tonight I’m drowning my sorrows. Like I do on this day every year. The memories so haunting, so vivid, they never leave, even all these years later. I may be a joker, but to me this wasn’t a joke, and remembering them one day a year is the only time I allow myself to be swallowed by my guilt.

  Footsteps filter through the hall and Danger steps into the kitchen flicking on the switch, blinding me temporarily. I squint, closing my eyes and opening them a few times while rubbing my temple.

  “Drinking alone? You okay, dude?” he asks walking over to the small table.

  “I’m fine, go back to Lunar.” I don’t bother looking up at him.

  “It’s really late, or early… maybe call it a night, Ry?”

  “Leave it!” I raise my voice as I run a finger around the rim of my glass, it squeals slightly with the pressure.

  He pulls out the chair next to me, the wooden feet drag along the floor making a noise. I cringe as the noise assaults my ears.