They were taken to a Motorbike garage, it looked nice and clean. The men that were working on the bikes, wore decent black shirts and pants, and although they were covered with tats, their faces somehow didn’t spook her off.
The little guy provided them with clean clothes and lead them to a changing room where they could shower and change and told them were to go after they were done.
Standing in the hot shower, the tears came, Demi started to shake frantically, it finally hit her what had happened the last couple of hours, she sank down to the ground and cried uncontrollably.
Demi let all the emotions come out and after half an hour or so, her head was clear again, she stepped out and got dressed.
Her eyes still looked a bit puffy from all the crying but the large bruises on her neck, cheek and mouth were far more visible and startled her, she hadn’t thought about them. Sure she noticed a slight pain on her cheek and neck, but seeing the large bruises, she realized how lucky she’d been, Viggo came home early.
Ohh god! She had completely forgotten about her youngest son, she rushed down the stairs to the sound of voices. The room she entered was a large kitchen, Viggo was sitting at the table with four or five wild looking men. They all turned around when they heard her barging in. She looked at Viggo with frightened eyes. “Ian...” It was the only thing she was able to say, her throat felt like it was stuffed with sandpaper. She saw the relief on Viggo’s face. “He’s at Michels, one of Ray’s men is already on his way to get him.” He answered her. A massive stone was lifted from her, her eyes got blurry again and her legs started to feel like jelly, so she walked over to the table to sit down.
The little guy from before got up and reached out his hand. “Raymond, but you can call me Ray or Bald Ray, whatever you like.” He said with a kind smile. Demi wanted to answer but, her voice sounded grated, and it hurt like hell.
“I know who you are, Demi, nice to meet you. Your son has already told us what had happened. Take a seat, and I’ll get you something to drink and eat. Do you have preferences?” Demi shook her head. Ray had enough food to feed half a battalion, she enjoyed listing to the men talking, Viggo fit in well. After an hour or two Ian came walking in, at first he was smiling, but his smile faded quickly when he saw his mother’s face. Demi gave him an apologetic smile and pulled him close to her. Because of her sore throat, Viggo enlightened him about the events that happened that day. Bald Ray stayed close to them throughout the rest of the day.
When Ian showed up guarded by two tall bikers, Demi hugged him tightly, ”he was here, and he was safe”, was the only thing she could think about. They gave him a brief summary of everything that had happened, but didn’t go into details.
At the end of the day Ray took Demi, Viggo and Ian to the bikers’ clubhouse, which was a large villa at the end of a nice picturesque village. The villa was heavily guarded with camera’s, a high fence and guard dogs. Demi wondered why all this security was necessary, although she already had the impression these bikers weren’t you’re average “Big muscles, no brains” type ’o guys, they were far too organized.
It was around 10 pm when they’d arrived at the villa, Ray took them upstairs and showed the boys their room, Demi’s room was a couple of doors further down the hall. But instead of walking her to her room, he told her good night right above the stairs and headed down. She found it a little strange but shrugged it of, he probably had something more important to do, she told herself and opened the door to her room.
The room was small but nice, although it was small, it was big enough for a king-size bed. As she walked into the room and closed the door behind her, she felt a presence inside the room, her heart stopped beating, and she opened her mouth to scream.
“Don’t scream…” She heard a familiar voice say.
She saw the only person walking up to her, she thought never to see again.
“Arkka?…” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
Seeing her bruised face made him curse out loud and anger build up inside him, his hand reached for her face like his body had a will of its own, his fingers caressed her cheek softly. God, she made him soft and to be honest he didn’t really care at this moment.
“I’m sorry for all of this.” Arkka saw her flinch a little when he touched her cheek.
“How did you found out, Arkka?” She asked him with a hoarse voice, it hurt his ears, knowing she had almost been strangled.
“Viggo called me, and before you use your throat too much. I gave Viggo my number in case of emergency.”
Demi cocked her head to the side and looked at him with piercing eyes.“You gave him that broken nose a couple of days ago, didn’t you?”
“Yes, he got me off guard and I reacted.” He said, without hesitation, he didn’t want to lie.
“Were they following you? ’Cause I can’t think of any other reason for them to try and kill me, Arkka.” She whispered it so her throat didn’t hurt too much.
“I don’t know, yet, but I will..., soon enough...”
Demi looked at his face, his eyes never left hers when they talked. Her eyes trailed down to his lips and without thinking, she lifted her hand to touch them. For a moment she hesitated, seeing his jaw clench a little, but he didn’t retract his head. Her fingers touched his lower lip and gently stroked his lip, her hand slowly slit to his jaw and cupped it with one hand. She stood on her tip toe and pulled his face a little toward hers and kissed him.
The way she carefully touched his lips and pulled his face towards hers to kiss him made him give in immediately. With both hands her cupped her face, careful not to hurt her cheek and deepened the kiss. Just like him, he felt her getting more and more aroused by the minute, but he wasn’t about to let anything happen today. So with a ragging breath, he broke of their kiss.
“Not tonight… Not here… I don’t want to get caught with my pant down by some goon.” He said with a hoarse voice. At first, he saw disappointment in her eyes, but that quickly gave way to a mischievous twinkle.
“What?…” He asked, seeing that look.
“Nothing... I just imagined you getting pissed off with some poor guy, who accidentally comes in her and gets scolded rotten by you, with your pants down… That’s it...”
She put her hand to her mouth, so she wouldn’t burst out in to laughter. Arkka just looked at her in astonishment, then shook his head and grinned.
“You really have a vivid imagination, don’t you. Get some rest, I wake you up in a couple of hours.” Before he could leave, she cupped his face again and kissed him, then turned around and headed for the bed. Still having that grin on her face.