Satan's Guardians MC - Book Two - Shades, page 1
SATAN'S GUARDIANS MC
Book Two
Shades
J.E.DAELMAN
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2021 J.E.Daelman
Edited: Richard Tonge
Dedication
To Richard,
Thank you for always being there, for your support which never falters. You have no idea how much you mean to me ♥
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Satan's Guardians MC
Prologue
I'm starting to pack my apartment up and have handed in my notice on my lease for the end of the month. My contract with the catering company is up at the same time, so I can just get in my car and drive as soon as I can. I cannot wait, I am so looking forward to being with my BFF Pip; it has been far too long since we were living in each other's lives, keeping in touch by our cell phones is just not enough.
My cell rings, and I jump, not wanting to see who it is, but I have to work today so that it could be related to my job. I see it is Bennett, my boss, my creepy as shit boss, who won’t take no for an answer.
“Hello!” I answer; I have found it is wise to say as little as possible where this ass is concerned.
“I need you into work an hour early Liza, one of the girls has called in sick,” he spits at me.
It seems he is having a bad day, but I don’t care anymore. The job is just not worth it. If I could leave today to get to Pip, I would, but this piece of garbage would call me out on breach of contract, which would cost me dearly.
“I will be at the office on time. Will I be catering or in the kitchen?” I have to know about the outfit I will wear.
“Kitchen,” and he cuts off the call.
“Asshole, shithead, prick,” I mutter to myself as I go into the bathroom to have a quick shower before getting ready for work.
Arriving at work, I place my purse and coat in my locker and head for the kitchen. When I get there, I am surprised as no one is there. There is no sign of any catering being prepared. I head to the office and knock on the door.
“Come in,” Bennett calls out.
“I think there is a mistake as there is no one in the kitchen, and by the looks, no catering happening today?” I question as I move into the room.
Bennett comes around his desk, placing papers on it as he does so. I patiently way for him to say whatever bullshit he will spout.
“I’m asking if you're going to back down now, Liza, and come to me as I told you to?” He snappily asks.
“No, I am not. I have told you and told you I am not having an affair with you. You have a wife and children; I am not a mistress and never will be.” I calmly state, my heart is beating wildly, as I am damn worried now about what the hell is going on.
“Okay, Liza, your loss,” he states as he lifts his hand and brings it back to punch me in the face.
Before I can get out of his way, he has landed another three, and I cannot see for the tears in my eyes and the pain in my face is horrendous; I lift my arms to cover my head, and that allows him to punch me in the ribs, which takes my breath and puts me on the floor. He commences to kick me, and he gets one to the back of my head where I see stars, and then everything goes black.
The next time I open my eyes, I am in the hospital and have been here for over a week. My brain swelled slightly with the injury to the back of my head, and the surgeon kept me under to give my brain a chance to calm, as he didn’t want to operate unless he had to.
“Now your awake, can you tell us your name?” The surgeon asks.
I blink at him, screw up my face, and think, but I have no idea who the hell I am. Panic starts to rise in my chest, and tears come from nowhere, and I scream.
I feel a sharp prick and then nothing, once again darkness.
****PIP****
After I get settled back in the apartment, I make a drink and sit in the lounge with Coal lying at my feet. I grab my cell and try contacting Liza again, still no answer. I ring the catering companies number once more, and someone answers.
After speaking to this woman, she informs me that Liza has not been at work for more than a week, and she has tried to contact her with no success.
Now I am worried, so I contact the local Police Department in Liza’s hometown to see if they have any information at all, which they have not. I report her as a missing person, pushing the fact she has not been seen or heard from in over a week.
I get a list of hospitals for that area and start ringing one after another. Three down and nothing at all, but I will not let up now. I have three more to contact. I ring another, and still nothing.
This one has an unidentified woman who matches Liza’s description, but they tell me she had no identification on her and was severely beaten. They also told me she had lost her memory.
I ask if I text a photograph could they confirm or not if it is my best friend. I tell them she has no family, but we are like sisters, and that she was coming to me in Montana for Thanksgiving when her contract at her job finished.
Sending the photograph of myself and Liza to the number the woman gave me, all I can do now is wait while she checks out if it is Liza and gets permission to inform me once she knows. I will find out one way or another because I am happy to get a flight over to Nebraska if necessary.
Only twenty minutes later and the lady rings me back to inform me that yes, it is Liza, but she has no memory of who she is. I give the woman all the details she will need and tell her I am her contact number and that I will be there tomorrow.
I contact Brand and update him on what has happened and ask who can go with me tomorrow to Nebraska.
The following day sees Brand, Torch, Thunder, and myself at the airport. I have all the identification I will need to show I am the contact for Liza and that she will be coming home with us.
Arriving at the hospital, we are taken to a room, and the consultant meets with us. He lists all Liza’s injuries, apart from the swelling on the brain she had, she also has a broken arm, three cracked ribs, multiple cuts, and she's black and blue everywhere.
To have this many injuries, she had to have been used as a punching bag. Tears are flowing down my face because this is my dearest friend; she is such a kind and good person, she would help anyone, and for someone to do this, they had to be evil.
I give all Liza’s information and pay for her treatment as I don’t have her insurance details, but I don’t care either. I arrange for her to be ready for us to take with us to Montana, and he will update us on her follow-up appointments at our local hospital.
Now everything is settled, I can go and see Liza. Prepare her for the journey home and gently tell her who she is and what she is to me.
Torch has all the details of where she lives and will arrange to have her packed up and all forwarded to the clubhouse. Thunder is going with him to get her SUV as someone will have to drive her back as no way will she want to be seen on a flight looking beaten up.
We are taken to her room, and I stand outside the door and see her lying with a plaster cast on her arm; I hardly recognize her as her face is swollen and black, purple, and green. This is what she looks like, over a week after she was brought in. It is mind-numbing to think someone did this to her.
Just as I step into the room, Liza looks at me. I don’t rush to her as I don’t want to frighten her, but I calmly take hold of her hand when I reach the bed and gently smile at her with tears running down my face.
“Hi, it’s me, Pip. I’m your sister, not by blood, but your sister just the same.” I stand and wait and let her eyes rove my face.
“I don’t know who you are,” she responds, looking at me blankly, “Do you know my name?”
“Your name is Liza. Your full name is Elizabeth Michaels. You're a catering manager, and we went to catering school together. We both have our chef diplomas.” I wait to see if she remembers anything now I have given her this information.
“I don’t remember.”
“It doesn’t matter, Liza. I have come to take you home with me. You were coming to me for Thanksgiving and then working with me until we have your own business up and running.”
The nurse enters the room carrying a bag with her pain medication and antibiotics as Liza wi
I get her dressed and signed out just as Torch and Thunder come back. Torch suggests that he and Thunder drive back to Nebraska with Liza as they can take turns driving, and that way, they won’t have to do an overnight stay.
Liza seemed okay with that and said she would sleep all the way, probably if she can lay down in the back because the pain medication knocks her out. So we agree on that, and Brand and I fly back home.
Chapter 1
****Liza****
Sitting in the clubhouse, I watch people coming and going, and I don’t know anyone. I don’t know if I did before or if I never knew them. My life just disappeared, and I don’t know what to do or how to get it back.
My nerve ends are jangling all the time, but the reason for that won’t come to me, but when a door opens with a bang or someone shouts, I am jumping out of my skin.
Glide walks over to me; he is one of the old boys, there are four of them, they tend to gravitate in the corner of the common room watching TV, playing cards, or just drinking and laughing, but I have noticed they all go to the gym a few times a week keeping themselves as fit as they can.
“You alright, Liza?” Glide asks as he takes a seat next to me; he always seems to know more than he is told.
“Yes, thank you,” I respond, wringing my hands together, trying to stay calm.
“It’s time for breakfast. Do you want to come into the kitchen and see if there's anything you fancy?” He asks as he stands from his seat, looking expectantly at me.
“Oh, I’ll wait here as Mary will give me something,” I respond while keeping my eyes down.
“Not today she won’t; she’s busy, so let’s go see what we can find,” he states as he holds my elbow to guide me to the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen, I feel I'm starting to breathe faster; my heart is racing, and sweat is beading on my forehead.
“Take slow breaths, Liza. Calm yourself; no one will hurt you here.”
“I know, I just find it so hard to do anything. I don’t know why I am acting like this”.
I look to see what is on the heating tray and notice some bacon and some scrambled eggs, so I grab a small amount and add it to a plate.
I am finding all these small things hard to do as my arm is in a cast and my broken ribs just hurt all the damn time. When I take the pain medication, it knocks me out for hours. I feel as though I am in a no-win situation; I need to get my memories back and remember who I am. I think this timid me is not who I am at all.
Glide cuts my bacon for me and grabs a plate of his own, and he helps me place my plate on a table and gets us both a drink. We sit in silence, and I keep looking at him because I wonder if he is helping me for a specific reason.
“If you have something to ask me, Liza, just go for it.” Glide states while continuing to look at his meal.
“I just wonder if I knew you before?” I ask while taking my drink and sipping while looking at him over the rim.
“No, you've never been here. You were due to come for Thanksgiving and then stay and help Pip in the restaurant until your catering business was built”.
“I was having a catering business? I don’t remember anything at all about myself. I get this feeling I know something, and then like a string has been cut, it just disappears from my brain before I can grasp it”.
“It will come back, Liza; just give it time.”
We finish up and take our dirty plates into the kitchen. I rinse them off and place them in the dishwasher and any others that were still around the kitchen. This felt right, and it feels natural to be doing this.
“Catch you later, Liza,” Glide says as he leaves the kitchen, walking toward his corner of the common room.
I have no idea what that was all about, but I appreciated his company while I ate. It feels like everyone is trying to make me comfortable, which is kind of them.
No idea what the hell I am going to do now. Die of boredom, I think. Being busted up stops any kind of working at this point.
Looking around the common room, I see the seating area at the bottom with the large TV on the wall, beautiful black couches, and wooden coffee tables. The center of the room has two pool tables with large lamps above and then the dining area, which is as you would expect, tables and chairs, with two dressers holding the cutlery and glassware.
Mary comes trotting into the common room and wanders over to me with a great pile of bedding for laundry.
“You want to help with the laundry Liza? No lifting, but you could set up the machine while I shake the fluff off this lot,” she says with a smile.
Mary is 43, five foot six, and a real bundle of energy, and she is constantly moving; I don’t think I’ve seen her sit or have a drink in the few days I have been here.
“Yes, I can do that, Mary,” and follow after her to the laundry room.
We busy ourselves, well, I try and busy myself the best I can. Taking clothes out of the two machines, folding, refilling the machines, and throwing some into the dryers. It seems such a lot, but then there are thirty brothers living here.
We chat and get to know each other. Mary is divorced, has two children who live away. She had a bed and breakfast but lost that during her divorce and now lives in a rental house just as you go into town. It sounds lonely or did until she came to work here.
I don’t have much to tell her as I cannot remember anything. I like Mary; she has an excellent sense of humor, she is happy to have the job, and does more than she is employed to do.
“Okay, I’m going to do bathrooms on the top floor now,” Mary informs me as she grabs a few cleaning materials on her way out.
I walk back into the common room and see most everyone has left for the day, so I decide to return to the kitchen and one-handed slowly, and it is slowly, empty the dishwasher and place everything back where it belongs.
I clean out the coffee pot and set it for a new jug. I love fresh coffee and think I will grab a cup and take it outside, although it is Autumn and a bit fresh. Christmas won’t be that long, and thanks to Pip placing one million dollars into my bank account, I can purchase a laptop and do some online shopping.
Pip, my best friend, I cannot remember anything about her, but I feel happy when I see her, and that has to count for something, well I hope it does.
When the coffee pot finishes, I grab a cup and take it to the common room where I walk over to the old boys and let them know a fresh pot is ready.
Sniper asks where I am heading, so I let him know I am going in the yard to get some fresh air while I drink.
I am only outside a couple of minutes, and Sniper walks out with a fresh drink himself.
“It’s a bit stiff out here this morning,” he says as we walk over to the bench to take a seat.
“Yes, but it is nice after being indoors for the last three weeks, well hospital and indoors here,” I state.
“How long before you lose your cast?”
“Four more weeks, but I have an appointment at the hospital later this week for another scan on my head. They are checking to see if the swelling is going down now and any sign of a bleed,” I say as I start sipping my drink.
Sniper nods and leans back on the bench, looking totally at ease.
I look around the yard, and it is massive with trees, shrubs, and a footpath made from many footsteps walking along the same way.
“Why they call you Sniper? Were you in the forces? “ I ask.
“Exactly, I was a Sniper, and when I joined the MC, we had an incident, and Crank told them what I did in the forces, so that became my club name.”
“Pip's good with a weapon. She said she would teach me if I wanted to learn,” I tell him. “But she has so much to do already that I won’t let her do that too. I may have a word with Torch see if he will teach me”.
“Torch is busy with being our enforcer, so he may not have time. If he can’t do it, let me know, and I will teach you,” he offers.
“You will?” I am shocked. “But you're a specialist; you would help a nobody like me learn?”.
“You’re not a nobody, you’re part of the club now, your family, and yea, I would be more than happy to teach you,” he states as he gets to his feet and starts walking indoors.
