South Coast Brothers Part 1

by Kacey Hamford

  I waited by the front door for Cammie to climb out of her car and join me. I held her hand and unlocked the door, she gasped once she entered. Shit, I forgot about all of the rose petals. My plan was far from my mind when I couldn’t find her.

  “Shit, sorry. Just ignore all of that stuff, I’ll get it cleaned up in a bit. Do you want to have a lie down?”

  “No, I want to know what all this is for.” She followed the trail that led into the living room and she stopped when she saw what I had done.

  “I wanted to re-create our first night here, there was something I wanted to do.”

  “Oh and now you don’t?” She seemed disappointed, I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her soft lips.

  “I do, I really do.”

  “Wait.” She used her hand to push me back slightly. “We can’t have sex.”

  “We can’t?” I asked, eyebrows raised high off my head. What the fuck was she talking about?

  “No, what if we cause the placenta to detach?” She bit her bottom lip, eyes filling with tears.

  “I’m sure that won’t happen.” She opened her mouth to speak and I placed my finger on his lips. “But we’ll wait until we see a doctor, ok?” She nodded. “Come with me.”

  She followed behind me until she was sitting on the blow-up bed, I reached into her hair and pulled at the tie.

  “Mason,” she complained. “My hair’s a mess.” She began combing it through with her fingers.

  “It’s gorgeous, like you.” I angled her face towards mine and brushed her lips with a sweet kiss until she parted her lips for me and I invaded her mouth, our tongues colliding together. My cock was starting to come to life and I had to break our connection before we got carried away. I grabbed the wine bottle out of the cooler and hurried out of the door, I was going to swap it for some sparkling grape juice, she had bottles of the stuff. I personally thought it tasted like shit, but she couldn’t get enough of it. The dogs barked and jumped up at me as I entered, I unlocked the patio doors and opened it up for them. Dusty shot out into the garden while Dyson sat at the kitchen door sniffing underneath it.

  “You can see mummy in a minute, dude,” I told him and he angled his head to the side, pricking his ears up. I squeezed past him and strolled back into the living room, Cammie was now laying on the bed with both of her hand flat against her tummy.

  “You ok?”

  “I will be after I’ve seen the doctor. I’m going to call and make an appointment in a minute.” I sat down at the side of her on the bed, which caused her to bounce around, those tits looked amazing.

  “First, here.” I passed her a plastic cup with some grape juice in it. “To us.”

  “To us.” She giggled.

  “Cammie, I’m so in love with you. From that first moment that I laid eyes on you at the clubhouse, I was fascinated by you. You were shy and quiet but I could see there was a feistiness about you. I love that you give me hell when we are alone and that you respect me and my club when we have company. You are the perfect fit for me and I never ever want to let you go.” I slid off the bed and onto my knee, I felt like an idiot doing it this way, but she deserved the best and I wanted to give her everything that I could. I pulled the box out from my pocket and her eyes zeroed in on my hands.

  “Cammie, will you marry me?” I opened the box and her mouth fell open to see the silver band with a large diamond nestled on top.

  “Oh, Mason.” She threw herself at me, which I wasn’t expecting and we toppled to the floor, causing me to drop the ring. She slammed her lips down onto mine and I controlled the angled of her head by pulling on her hair.

  “Is that a yes?” I mumbled against her lips. She pulled her head back and laughed.

  “Yes, it’s a yes. A thousand times yes!” She cried, happily.

  “I dropped the ring.”

  “What?” She gasped as she pushed herself to her feet. “Where did you drop it?”

  “In this area somewhere, I got distracted when this extremely hot twenty year old blonde threw herself at me.” She slapped me on the stomach telling me shut up. She crawled around on the floor with her ass high up in the air looking for the ring and I had to adjust the not so little problem that I was having in my jeans.

  “Oh, I found it.” She showed me and then slipped it onto her finger. “It fits.”

  “Hey, I’m supposed to put it on your finger,” I complained. I moved myself so that I was now leaning against the blow up bed with my arm keeping it in place. Cammie crawled over to me and climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs.

  “I love you, Mason, I can’t wait to be Cammie Cole. Hey, that’s got a nice ring to it.” I loved seeing her so happy, especially after this morning.

  “Are you really ok?” I asked as I ran my hand up and down her side.

  “I don’t know. I’m really scared and I can’t promise I won’t be a nightmare through this whole pregnancy.”

  “Did you ever talk to anyone about what happened? A professional?”

  “No, they suggested it at the hospital but we never looked into it. I never planned on any of this.” She waved her hand around the room before settling it on my chest. “I never dreamed of having the perfect house, the perfect man or having any babies. I was just a club whore, you know?” I growled deep in my throat when she used that word. She wasn’t a whore, she was mine. My Cammie, My Old Lady and soon, very soon, my wife.

  “Do you want to talk to someone about it? I can be there with you if you want or not? Up to you.”

  “Um… I don’t know. I wonder if it’ll help my fears.”

  “We can ask the doctor when we go.”

  “Yes, good idea. I’m going to call them now.” She pressed a quick kiss to my lips before she hurried out of the living room and into the kitchen. “Hi, babies.” I heard her talking to the dogs. I stayed still for several minutes, wondering how quick I could get her to marry me.

  Cammie

  “HOW DID IT GO?” Ashlyn was upon us before we even got through the clubhouse door properly.

  “It went great,” I started to say when Mason kissed me on the side of my head and angled his head towards the church doors. I nodded in understanding, they had a meeting. “I can’t believe it, I’m actually seventeen weeks pregnant, we can find out if we are having a boy or a girl in three weeks, but we are going to let it be a surprise.”

  “You look happy.” We sat down on the sofa by the window.

  “Yeah, I am. I’m still so scared though. We heard the heartbeat and it’s good and strong. I haven’t felt any movement yet though.” I placed my hands on my tummy.

  “Where did that bump come from? You didn’t have that last week!”

  “I know, it’s crazy. It’s like, all of a sudden it was there.” I laughed.

  “Hey, you ladies want a drink?” Drake asked placing his hand on Ashlyn’s shoulder.

  “I’m ok thanks,” I answered and Ashlyn shook her head, not looking at him. “What was that? That was a frosty reception.”

  “Nothing. So, I hear VP wants to get married as soon as possible.”

  “Yeah, but he’s got it in his head that I want a big wedding. I don’t.”

  “Oh, I saw this post on Pinterest.” Ashlyn said digging her phone out of her pocket and showing me. “It could be done here, they have that large area right at the back of the clubhouse.”

  “I love that idea. You’ll be a bridesmaid, won’t you?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Will you come with me to Mason’s mum’s house? Let’s get planning this wedding.”

  “Now?” she asked. I nodded and we climbed to our feet and made our way to the front door.

  “Hey, where are you off to?” Mason asked as we were almost out the door.

  “I’ll wait outside,” Ashlyn said, leaving Mason and I alone together. He stalked towards me and kissed me hungrily, pushing me gently against the wall and pinning my arms above my head.

  “I need to be inside of you, a wee
k is a long fucking time.” We had spoken to the doctor about my concerns with sex and he assured me that it was perfectly safe and I had an appointment to see a counsellor next week too.

  “Me and Ashlyn were just heading over to your mums.”

  “Why?” He looked confused. I loosened one hand from his grasp and ran it over his cheek and scratched his stubble on his jaw.

  “I’ve decided on the wedding I want and we are going to start preparations so I can be your wife within the month.”

  “I fucking love that, but don’t I get a say in how and where we get married? I want you to have everything you want.”

  “I will have everything I want in six months. A gorgeous husband and hopefully a healthy baby.”

  “Baby Cole is going to be perfect.” He released my other hand and I played with the dark hair at the back of his neck. “I’ll come with you and then we can tell her about the baby too. But tonight, I’m going to be balls deep in my fiancée.”

  “I can’t wait.” I kissed him once more before he pulled away.

  Mason

  I FUCKING LOVED Cammie’s idea for our wedding and we narrowed down a date too. 22nd July, it was a Friday and then a whole weekend of partying would be happening. She was adamant that she didn’t want a honeymoon but I had a plan up my sleeve.

  Prez slammed the gavel down. “First up, VP here is getting married in one month. Talk to Cammie and Ashlyn, make sure she has everything she needs. Second, Titch saved Cammie’s ass a few weeks ago and by the sounds of it she was already pregnant too. VP wants him patched in, let’s vote.” Prez went around the table.

  “Yay,” Solar answered

  “Yay,” Toes agreed.

  “Yay.” Tat nodded. It went around the room and everyone voted to patch him in.

  “Third, the guys from Cardiff Carvers were picked up by the police, they are all in lock up. Good work, Hitch.”

  “I’d like to propose something.” He looked at Prez to see if it was ok and he nodded his head. “I’d like to vote on having my VP patch back.”

  “What the fuck!” I shouted.

  “VP, calm down,” Prez said. “Let’s take a vote.” Prez went around the table again and I had obviously done some good to this club as they all voted against Hitch being VP.

  “Any other business?” Prez asked, he was met with silence. “Tat, get Titch in here.” We waited in silence and I was furious that Hitch felt like he could claim his VP patch. I worked tirelessly for this club and protected everyone in it.

  Titch hobbled into the room behind Tat, he didn’t need crutches anymore but he did walk with a slight limp.

  “Congratulation, Titch,” Prez said as he threw him a patched in leather cut. “You did some great work protecting the VPs Old Lady.”

  “Thanks, I’d do it all over again.”

  “This calls for a party. Enjoy boys.” He slammed the gavel down and the room emptied.

  I headed straight for the bar and ordered a whiskey, I could feel Cammie’s eyes on me and within seconds her body was close to mine.

  “You ok?” I pulled her close and placed my lips on her neck, the beat of her pulse calmed me and I needed that more than the whiskey.

  “Yeah…” My phone began ringing and I pulled it out of my pocket to see it was my mum. “Mum, you ok?” I stepped away from the bar, leaving my whiskey sitting there. “What? Shit. I’m on my way.” I looked around until I saw Tat and Solar. “Tat, Solar, let’s ride.” I kissed Cammie briefly and rushed out of the door and jumped onto my bike, waiting for Tat and Solar. I started up my Softail and the next thing I knew Cammie was climbing on the back, wrapping her arms around me.

  “Cam, get off. I need to go.” I tried pulling her hands apart but she wouldn’t let go.

  “I’m coming too.”

  “You’re pregnant.” I didn’t want to risk hurting her but I needed to get to mums house, she said on the phone that Emily’s dad had turned up and is demanding to see her. “Hold on fucking tight.” I turned slightly and placed my helmet on her head, then we were heading down the road, faster than I would normally go with Cammie on the back but I couldn’t risk anyone hurting mum or taking Emily away.

  We pulled up on the driveway and I noticed a car sitting on the side of the road. Cammie quickly climbed off and I held her hand as we ran up the steps and in through the front door.

  “Oh, Mason. Thank God. These men are refusing to leave.” I looked over towards mum’s sofa and there were two men. One looked like he was in his early fifties, he was in a black suit and had short dark hair, blue eyes and a scar covering his right cheek. The other one was much younger, I’d say in his early thirties, he wore a dark blue suit, wasn’t as clean shaven and had black hair and the start of a tattoo was peeping out of his shirt collar.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I snarled, looking at the younger one.

  “Don’t look at me, I’m just the bodyguard.” He said holding his hands up in surrender.

  “Nanny?” Emily called from the top of the stairs. Cammie moved quickly, running up the stairs to stop Emily coming down. “Auntie Cammie, will you read me a story?”

  “Of course I will.”

  “Talk,” I growled looking at the older man. He stood up to face me and so did his bodyguard. Tat and Solar moved in closer behind me.

  “I’ve come for my daughter. Simple as that.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  “And you just expect us to hand her over? Simple as that?” I asked using his own words.

  “She is mine!” he growled.

  “We want proof. I don’t for a second think my sister would have ever been with someone like you. What do you even do for a living? When and where did you meet her?”

  “We met just over four years ago in London. I’m a business man, I have my fingers in a lot of pots. Katie was at this bar one night and we just hit it off from there.” Shit, this couldn’t be happening.

  “What’s your name? Why now? Why not four years ago?” He reached into the pocket on the inside of his jacket and all three of us drew our guns out. Mum screamed and this guy laughed.

  “I’m getting my business card.” He passed it to me. Martin Clarke.

  “Mum has full custody, you’re not on the birth certificate. We will be fighting to keep that custody. You need to provide proof that she is yours. DNA test.” I passed the business card to Tat and gave him a look, we were all really good at having conversations without even speaking. He knew what I needed, I needed information on this guy and quick. Tat stepped outside to call Toes.

  Martin gave his bodyguard a look and he nodded his head.

  “We’ll be in contact when we have the relevant information that you need. But mark my words, I’ll be taking my daughter with me, soon.” Mum sobbed from across the room. I’d do anything in my power so it wouldn’t come to that.

  Solar walked them out and mum broke down in my arms, this was something that we always feared but we figured as no one had contacted us in four years that no one was interested in finding her.

  “VP?” Tat called from the front door, I looked over mum’s head at him and he nodded towards his phone.

  “Hey.” Cammie smiled as she walked down the stairs. “She’s asleep.” I moved from mum to Cammie and kissed her on the top of her head.

  “I’ll just be outside for a minute.” She nodded and joined mum on the sofa, I heard mums cries again as I closed the front door. “What you got?”

  “This guy is very dodgy, according to Toes and his connections. He has been known to dabble in prostitution, human trafficking, drug trade and child trafficking.”

  “Fuck!” I roared. “Let’s hope like hell that he isn’t her father. If he is then we’ll need a major plan. She will not be going to live with him, she will not be sold to the highest bidder.”

  “Mason.” I looked over my shoulder to see Cammie standing in the doorway, shit, how long had she been standing there.

  “We’re talking here, privately,” I
snapped at her. She looked from me to Tat and Solar and knew that she couldn’t answer me back.

  “I was just telling you that your mum has gone to bed. I’ll call Ash to pick me up.” She turned away from me, digging her phone out of her jeans pocket.

  “Cam, I won’t be long. Just wait inside for me.” She didn’t turn around, didn’t nod she just carried on in through the door, closing it behind her. “Bring this to church, get everyone you know on it. I’m staying here tonight.”

  “Got it,” Solar said and Tat slapped me on the shoulder. I dug a cigarette out of my pocket and inhaled the nicotine as I watched them ride away. I just wanted a few calm months to marry my woman and wait for our baby to arrive, no such fucking luck. Mayhem as always.

  I walked back through mum’s front door and locked it behind me and turned off the outside light, I looked over to the sofa and Cammie was laying on it, fast asleep. I gathered her up in my arms and began walking up the stairs.

  “Mason?” Mum said, coming out of the bathroom.

  “We’re going to crash here tonight,” I said as I walked to the end of the hall where my bedroom was.

  “Thank you. Goodnight. I love you.”

  “Love you too. Mum?” She turned around and looked at me. “It will all be ok, I promise.” She nodded her head and pursed her lips. We both knew that we would have a fight on our hands in the future.

  Mason

  TODAY WAS FINALLY THE DAY, the day that I got to make Cammie my wife. We were getting married in thirty minutes and I was fucking shitting it. We had the twenty week scan last week and everything was great, the doctor accidentally let slip that we were having a boy and Cammie cried her heart out. Later that night, she confessed to me that having another boy made her feel more worried and that she didn’t want to forget Noah. I assured her that he would never be forgotten. She was still not so patiently waiting for him to start kicking her and she worried nearly every day that something was wrong.

  We managed to find more information on Martin Clarke, incriminating evidence fell into our hands and we used it to our advantage. Blackmail wasn’t normally a road we went down, but if that’s what it took to save my niece from someone like him then so be it.