The Lost MC chapter six:
He drove on his bike that was making a very loud noise to the carpark placed near the big brown apartament block on Hardtrack Ave. “Apartament” was a big overstatement in this case, because this was a building full of small flats with all kinds of lowlifes living in. People with even small amount of cash left this place and moved on to the richer districts. Those without money stayed here. He was born and raised here and he hadn’t place to go anyway. Sometimes you can’t escape.
He turned off the engine and got off from the bike. He put down sidestand with his foot and it drove into the broken tarmac that carpark was made of. He put keys in his pocket and started to go thru empty carpark, where stayed only one bike looking just like his. His brother was in the house.
Door to the building were open, so he pressed the handle and went inside. Stink of some funghus, trash covering the floor, cheap cigarettes, alcohol and ganja was coming from every hole and was coming into the eyes, nose and throat. He knew this stink since his childhood, so it didn’t make impression on him.This stink was part of his childhood.
He went upstairs and started walking to the door placed on the end of the corridor. Thick carpet silenced his every step, that only thing he could hear was his own deep and heavy breath, like he was tired or very angry. But he wasn’t showing any emotions or he wasn’t exhausted. His eyes barely visible in this darkness looked like they were empty.
He came to the shabby door and started to listen. Radio was playing inside, so his brother definitely was there. He didn’t have to find the keys, so he pressed the doorbell button and after a while the door opened. Young man with tickles on his face was standing on the doorstep.
“Can I come in?” he asked after a long while.
“Of course. Come in.” young man answered and made some space “Kevin, where the hell have you been? I was worried.” He said closing the door.
“I’ll tell you everything, but I want to go to the toilet first. Can I?” he asked taking his leather jacket off.
“Yeah.” young man answered with a bit of anger in his voice. He went back to the kitchen. “You wanna eat something? I’m making dinner.”
“Sure” answer came from the bathroom.
Kevin turned the knob and the water started to pour into the sink. He was standing and listening to it’s calming sound. He looked in the mirror and saw tired face. He gathered some water in his hands and splashed his head. It sobered him a little. He turned off the water and went off from the bathroom. Tommy was putting plates on the table.
“Sit down” Tommy said and turned back to the kitchen.
Kevin sat and looked at his brother that took off the frying pan from the burner and put it on the table.
“Two of them are yours” Tommy explained and got the bread from the cupboard.
Kevin looked on the the frying pan, where four fried eggs were still sizzling. He took two of them and took a bread from his brother hands. Tommy sat on the opposite chair and put eggs on his plate.
“Where have you been? Speak.” he ordered “Why didn’t you come to funeral of your own mother?”
“Okay. I’ll tell you you everything” Kevin said while swallowing piece of egg. “I couldn’t look at her after what happened.”
“What? What are talking about?”
“I’ll start from the beginning then. Everything started when we had to grab that truck. I don’t how, but maybe the driver remembered me. The truth is russians found me. They went here while you were absent...
“Russians were here?” Tommy surprised while eating slice of bread, so it fell from his hands and droped on the plate.
“They had to have lockpick or something, because I didn’t hear them coming inside. They wanted me to cooperate and when I refused they grabbed our mother and injected her golden shot of crack. She died with a smile on her face...”
Tommy’s face was pale like a wall. He would fell if he didn’t sit. His brother cleaned the plate with a piece of bread and continued the story.
“I didn’t have a choice. They threatened me that they will kill you. I agreed to cooperate with them to protect you.”
“That’s why there wasn’t ambush?” Tommy asked picking up the plates.
“Exactly. I made up some tale for the guys, but Mike was a bright guy. He found out that something isn’t right, so I told Benny that that consider Mike as a traitor. There weren’t any problems, but I couldn’t let Benny speak with Billy, because everything will be f*cked. I stole Packer and splatted poor Benny in the tunnel.
Tommy was standing with a back leaning against the sink and listened scary story that his brother was telling. He just found out that his brother is traitor and murderer. Kevin stood up and came to the window. He started to look on the factories, which were main part of the view from the kitchen window.
“That’s the whole story.” He said still looking by the window.
“My god. What have you done?” Tommy shouted “When Billy will find out he’s gonna kill you. We have to speak with Ralph and maybe with Johnny. They’ll help us.”
“We have to fight thru this by ourselves. Ralph and Johnny can’t always help us. We will win if we stay togheter. You understand?”
“Yes.” Tommy said while coming to the window “I understand.”
Kevin turned from the window and went to the living room which was connected with kitchen. He sat on the old couch which remembered their parents honeymoon. Tommy sat next to him.
“What now?” he asked
“We’ll see. I got meeting today on the carpark in Westdyke. I would like you to come with me.”
“Who you gonna meet?” Tommy asked
“You’ll see. Will you come?”
“I don’t know. You led to our mother’s death and you didn’t came to the funeral. Next Mike and Benny.” he stopped for a while “I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“You can. I’m still your brother. I did this for you. To protect you.” he said while standing up from the couch “We have to go.”
“I didn’t say that I’ll go with you.”
“Tommy please. Just this once. We’ll show them that we can work as a team.” Kevin begged while pulling jacket on.
“Okay, but just this once” he agreed and stood up.
They left the flat and closed the door behind themselves. After a while they were in front of the apartament block. They sat on their bikes, kickstart the engines and moved towards Westdyke. They were driving in silence thru Alderney that was fighting with evening rush hours. Driving in this case wasn’t pleasant, but it was pretty okay when you were riding on a bike. They got thru between the cars on their way to the north.
Finally they came to the carpark and drove inside. The meeting was suppose to take place on the highest level of the building. When they got there they saw that nobody is waiting for them. There were only three cars: silver Declasse Merit, green Vapid Bobcat and Red Dinka Blista Compact.
“Who you want to meet here?” Tommy asked turning the engine off “I can’t see anybody.”
“They will be here in a minute, because we have arrangement. Maybe they stuck in the traffic?”
“Who are they, anyway?”
“You will see...”
The converastion was interrupted by the ringphone. It was Kevin’s cellphone.
“Yeah? Now? I’ll have a meeting in a minute. 10 minutes? Okay, if I don’t have a choice” he said and ended the call. “Tommy wait for them here. I must do something.”
“What? No way. I’m going with you.” Tommy shouted.
“Did you think what will happen if they’ll come here and we won’t be here. 10 minutes. I’ll be back soon.” he said and turned his bike to the exit ramp.”10 minutes.”
He turned the acceleration handle and drove to the lower levels. He left the bulding and took phone out of his pocket. He choose number from the phonebook and waited for an answer.
“My brother is waiting for you at the carpark. He’s alone” he smiled and ended the call.
He turned acceleration handle to it’s limit and drove with a smile on his face thru Alderney streets. Humming sound of big bike engines could be heard near the multistory carpark in Westdyke.
I'm sorry you have to wait so long for my next story, but I can assure you that the next one will be soon.
Edited by Tycek, 14 November 2009 - 06:19 PM.