The dangerous obsession

The fall and the rise

The wind was whipping past my visor as I cuddled into the body in front of me, not out of fear but out of love for this man in front of me. His hand reached my thigh and gave it a squeeze as we neared our destination, the acres of land in front of the property came into a view and the bonfire could be seen for miles. As we pulled up Liam helped me off the bike taking my helmet off and giving me a tender kiss before mounting the helmets on the bike and gave me a comforting smile before taking my hand and leading me round the back of the property to where we met up everyone, this is where he was always most relaxed around his friends and family it did not matter if I was or not, seeing him relaxed always brought a smile to my face. His hand left mine as we said our greetings to everyone, this was our typical nights mainly on weekend, as Samantha was rambling on to me about a big night out tomorrow while trying to convince me to go to the new club opening I watched mesmerized by Liam, he was 6 foot 2, short black hair, sparkling green eyes and the body of a god with a few tattoos littering his arms and chest, his white t-shirt clung to his body and his jeans were tucked into his black bike boots.

After two hours of being left with Samantha and her annoying friends and all of Liams friends and family I started worrying as I hadn’t seen Liam in over an hour, thinking he was just having some time with his friends I thought nothing of it. Excusing myself I head in through the large french doors into the large kitchen and through the lounge, I stop at the bottom of the stairs shouting out to Liam, after two minutes of no answer I walk up the stairs, a wave of nausea hits. Opening one door at a time I quickly realize there is only one room I haven’t yet checked, his childhood bedroom. I knocked on the door but got no answer, gripping the handle I pulled it down slowly and pushed the door open.

It has been a week since that night, the night that changed my life forever. Now here I am pulling pints and mixing cocktails the day after ‘that night’ my life started over as I got offered the job I had applied for several days before there was only one downside to this job and that was that i had to deal with a certain someone from my past but I could handle it, after all Rob the owner of the bar has known myself and my family for years and I know he would protect me if anything ever happened.

“Layla!” Jean calls being Robs wife she has also known me for years and she is like a surrogate mum, “Yeah, Jean?” I call back snapping myself out of the dark thoughts that threaten to consume me, she crooks her finger, so I quickly head to the booth where she sits with some of her female family members “Layla, as you know the boys have been out of town since you started here, but Rob called to inform me that they are coming back early so I thought i better prepare you, we will help with food and drinks and we just wanted to let you know that we will all kick ‘his’ butt if he starts anything” she giggles making me chuckle “No worries and we all know I can handle ‘him’ if he starts anything, I was just a naive little girl last time I saw him”

I busied myself for most of the night, talking to and serving punters kept me busy, thankfully this is a bikers bar so I am completely at ease here, and i know there will not be any trouble. As Jean takes over the bar I head outside the back to have a quick a break taking my lighter out of my jean shorts pocket I light my cigarette and take a long drag, looking round at the empty parking lot grateful to have a break from the eyes of the punters who are keeping their eyes on me and I am guessing it is due to ‘his’ imminent arrival. Quickly after stomping on my discarded cigarette, I hear loud cheers making me assume ‘the boys are back’. After taking a few deep breaths, I steady myself ready to make my entrance as quiet as possible, closing the fire door quietly behind me, I walk down the quiet hallway and, slip back in behind the bar unnoticed thankfully as all the punters are greeting ‘the boys’ making myself a quick iced latte I take a few sips before I hear it and by it, I mean him “Layla!! It can’t be!!” immediately upon hearing the voice I froze and braced myself to turn and face ‘him’.

His face still looked the same except he had more of his dark facial hair now, his baseball cap was covering his black hair but I could already tell it was longer than it used to be, his flannel shirt and dark navy jeans gave the biker impression but if I remember rightly he used to be scared of even the noise of a motorbike I inwardly chuckle at the memory of him running into my house almost crying because my dad revved the engine to his bike right next to him. I didn't see him for almost two weeks after that. Robs voice snapped me out of my comical memory with clicking of his fingers without thinking twice I quickly jumped over the bar and was wrapped in his arms and got a kiss on the forehead before he quickly recovered himself clearing his throat.

"Layla, can we talk?" the sound of his voice made me shiver, I turned to the sound to face Dean Johnson.

There is only two options here, do I fight or flight???

*Authors note-

If you have made it this far, thank you so much for reading, please bare with me as this has not been spell checked yet.

i really hope you continue reading, I will be trying to update at least a chapter or two every day (ambitious I know)

love you lots, Stella-Marie xxx