by Sam Crescent
“Everett is not answering his cell,” Ronald said, pulling Gonzalez out of his thoughts. Several of his men were no longer answering his calls. Gonzalez couldn’t get a hold of them no matter how hard he tried. What good was he if his own men wouldn’t even fucking answer? He wasn’t threatening at all.
“So, I think it’s best for us to assume that he was caught and was unsuccessful in taking Eva and fucking killing her.” It was a shame really. He’d been looking forward to watching Everett work. Eva was a pretty woman, on the plump side, sure, but she’d been the key to getting Ned Walker in line. He had every intention of killing her, but he’d wanted a reason to put Ned on his toes, to get the man to dance to his tune. Out of all of the men, Ned was proving to be the most difficult. Everyone had a price, and Eva was Ned’s. Once again he’d failed to get what he wanted, and Gonzalez wasn’t happy.
Still, Gonzalez had learned long ago that patience was always the perfect solution.
“If he was unsuccessful then he’s dead. The Skulls wouldn’t let him live.”
Circling the tumbler holding his whiskey, Gonzalez wasn’t happy. He needed to think. His father had been far more successful in wiping out a club than he’d been. He didn’t like knowing he was failing where his father once succeeded.
The Savage Brothers didn’t come back for revenge. You’ve not got what it takes.
Gritting his teeth, he stared out of his hotel window. The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds were just a bunch of men. There was nothing magical or special about the group. They were a bunch of men who could die like the rest of them. He’d not been able to get in touch with Butch either. Fuck, he hated this. What good was this power when he couldn’t fucking use it? Even the men he did business with were failing to answer his call. It was like he’d been cut off from everything.
“I think it’s safe to say Butch was playing us,” Gonzalez said.
“Why do you say that?” Ronald stood beside him looking out of the window.
“There shouldn’t have been anyone home to stop our man. I told Butch to keep them out. There shouldn’t have been anything to make this go wrong.”
He tapped the edge of his drink, thinking.
“What about one of their prospects?”
“You think Tiny would trust the latest prospects with his woman and kids?” Gonzalez asked. He hadn’t thought of a prospect being on the premises.
“Why not? If a prospect can’t even protect his woman while he’s away on the run, how can he trust him on the road? All these prospects are put through their paces with tests at every turn.”
“Either way, we didn’t get what we wanted. I hoped for Eva to be screaming in agony now, not nursing her wounds.”
“Do you want me to call Butch?” Ronald asked.
“Yeah, call him and put him on speaker phone, if the bastard will fucking answer.” Taking a sip of the dark, expensive liquid, Gonzalez ground his teeth together. Nothing was going his way, and when that happened, it pissed him off.
“What?” Butch asked, answering the call.
“I believe one of my men is in your possession.”
“You mean the fucker you paid to take Eva away?”
“You’re on my team, Butch. I told you to keep The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds away. You failed me.”
“Fucking Angel. She called Lash while your guy attacked. It’s hard to control two MCs full of men who adore their women and get them to stay away.” Butch cursed over the line, and Gonzalez heard movement. “She was on the phone when your guy chose that moment to attack. I couldn’t stop him from coming back, nor could I stop Tiny.”
Gonzalez thought about Butch’s reasoning. He could understand why Everett was unsuccessful.
“I take it Everett is dead?”
“Yes. Lash snapped his neck. The body has been disposed of. You’re not going to find him anytime soon.”
“He wasn’t as good as I was made to believe. What’s going on?” He imagined Tiny would withdraw, demand lockdown, and force them all back into the clubhouse.
“Devil and Tiny have severed their friendship.”
“What?” Gonzalez asked, intrigued.
“Devil got a call. Lexie’s sister was found chained to the gates of the compound, and he needed to go. Tiny didn’t want him to leave seeing as he caused all the problems, and a fight started.”
“Where’s Devil and the crew now?”
“I imagine they’re back in town now. They’re not here, and Devil left immediately after. They’re divided.”
Glancing over at Ronald, Gonzalez saw the other man had a brow raised.
“I’ll call you back when I’ve got more plans.” He placed a hand across his neck telling Ronald to cut the call.
Once the call ended, he finished the shot of strong alcohol and turned to Ronald.
“I’m sorry about Everett. He used to be a lot more reliable,” Ronald said.
“He broke into their house at the wrong moment. It’s a mistake that cost him his life. I don’t care about Eva right now. The two clubs are divided, and that’s a lot easier to get to them.” Gonzalez took a seat as he thought about what he should do next. “Get one of our guys to attack Judi. One of the pimps controlling the girls over at the apartment buildings, he told me Judi used to be a whore herself. It’s time for her to remember her roots.”
“What about Devil?” Ronald asked.
“I’m going to pay a visit to Devil. You know I don’t like to be tested. He’s not always around, but Lexie will be home.” Gonzalez stood and made his way toward is bedroom. “Take a nap. We’re going to be busy over the next couple of days.”
Closing the door to his bedroom, he stared at the woman on the bed. She was asleep as he’d worked her over hours before. He wasn’t interested in fucking her. Shoving her off the bed, she woke up with a start. “Get the fuck out of here, now.”
He waited for her to scramble out of his room.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he dropped his head into his hands. He was so close to getting what he wanted. Tomorrow he’d make sure the double wedding was still on. When The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds were ready to get married, he’d end them then.
****
Whizz stared at the multiple screens in his room at the clubhouse. He couldn’t get the scent and feel of Lacey out of his mind. After he fucked her down the dark alley against the hard wall, he’d been changed. Ever since the attack he’d not fucked any woman or had any desire to be intimate with a woman, but that all changed the moment he got close to Lacey. She made him want to feel shit he’d not felt in a long time. Pushing away from his desk, he started to pace up and down the length of his bedroom.
She had pressed her lips to his neck, sucking on his skin. Going to the mirror, he didn’t see any sign or mark of her passion. It was like it hadn’t happened between them. He didn’t like it. There had to be some other sign of what they shared together rather than a memory.
“Please, Whizz, harder.”
The memory of her voice crashed through his mind. It was like she was in the room waiting for him to fuck her again.
Someone knocked at his bedroom door, interrupting his moment.
Answering the door, he saw Killer was on the other side. “Hey, man. I thought I’d come and see you.”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up. After what happened in Tiny’s house I thought you’d want to talk.”
Alan had taken a lot from him, but the other man had also given him plenty of ideas for his own torture methods. The Skulls wouldn’t have to worry about getting information again. Whizz was more than happy to do it the good old fashioned way just like he did the modern way.
Opening the door, he let Killer into his room and space. Nothing was out of place; everything was put away. The sides were neatly ordered, and his computers didn’t show any sign of dust. Whizz needed order in his life. There was a time he had been a slob where he threw clothing all around. Now, he folded everything up neatly. In the far corner on the ot
her side of his bedroom were some weights he used in the middle of the night when he didn’t want to interrupt anyone else from their sleep.
He really did hate stopping people getting their rest just because he couldn’t handle nightmares.
“We needed answers, and the bastard wouldn’t talk. I did what I needed to do.”
Sitting down on his bed, he watched as Killer took a seat on the chair. No one believed he was healing. For the last year and a half he’d become a dead weight to the group.
“This isn’t like you, Whizz.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” he said, looking at his friend. They shared a lot with each other over the years. Together they had been part of The Lions, hating the club but seeing no way out. Whizz recalled seeing the games the president would play on Killer. “I’ve not been pulling my weight at the club. I can do the computer shit but nothing else. I’m changing, and you’re going to have to get used to it.”
“This isn’t you, Whizz. You go down this slippery slope and you’re going to get killed, or worse, part of you is going to die.”
Whizz didn’t get any pleasure out of torturing the man. The only pleasure he got out of causing pain was the answers the club needed.
“I’m not going to do anything to risk the club or my own sanity. Everything I do is for the good of the club.” Whizz locked his fingers together, staring at his friend.
Killer didn’t know what he was going through. The other man had killed innocent people because he was ordered to. Not once had Killer been tortured for hours or held down against his will while another man raped him.
Whizz knew that he meant well, but no amount of talking was going to save Whizz.
“You can talk to me.”
“I’m done talking,” Whizz said. “I need to go out and clear my head.”
“This is not like you. The club is worried about you.” Killer got to his feet, putting a hand on Whizz’s arm to stop him.
Jerking back, Whizz raised his fist and slammed it against Killer’s face. “Don’t fucking touch me. I mean it, Killer, do not touch me.”
Opening the door, he walked out of his room, down the long corridor toward the exit. Killer shouted toward him, but Whizz ignored his friend. No one touched him unless he allowed it.
Don’t panic. It was Killer. He wouldn’t hurt you. He is your friend.
Clicking his neck, Whizz left the clubhouse aware of the gazes on him. He didn’t care. They could all look at him for all he cared. Nothing had changed inside him. He was still the man who was hurting, raped.
That one word sickened him.
Not watching where he was going, Whizz was shocked to find he was at the graveyard, the same place he saw Lacey last.
Entering through the iron gate, he took a seat on the bench where he found her. Sitting down, he stared out over the grounds. It was dark, and he couldn’t make out any of the stones or statues that he knew were there.
What’s going on with you?
Closing his eyes, he pictured Lacey in his mind. Her delightful little cry as he slammed into her sweet warmth. She’d been tight and hot, soaking wet even. Had he fucked any other woman who was as hot and tight as she had been? He couldn’t remember the women he’d fucked in the past.
“You’re back here again,” Lacey said.
Opening his eyes, he found her standing next to him with her arms folded. She surprised him by not wearing a hood but a long sleeved shirt, covering up her arms.
“And you’re here. Does this mean you’re following me?” he asked, meeting her gaze in the darkness.
She took a seat beside him. “I like walking in the dark.”
“Do you know how strange that is?” he asked.
Lacey chuckled. “No, it’s not strange.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“I know. When you know the dangers, fought them and survived, they no longer scare you.” She stared back at him without dropping her gaze.
He looked down to see she held onto the bench.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“No.”
Staring at her for several moments, Whizz couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her cheek. Her skin was smooth to the touch just like he remembered.
“Whizz?”
“I fucked you the other day, and I didn’t wear a condom.”
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t get pregnant. You’re safe.”
He thought about Alex and what happened with Cheryl. Should he trust Lacey? She’d given him no reason to doubt her.
“What about diseases?”
She laughed. “You’re more likely to have a disease than I am.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the first man to touch me in a long time.”
Running his finger down to her lips, he couldn’t resist, pushing his finger into her mouth. She sucked him in deep.
His cock answered to the call of her body. Everything else fell away around him as he stared at her. She was breathing deeply. Her chest moved up and down rapidly.
Gripping her hand, he tugged her to her feet, thankful she was wearing a skirt. Sliding his hands underneath the fabric, he glided his hands up her thighs, touching the silkiness of her thighs.
She gasped, crying out.
Lifting her up, he got her to straddle his waist. Before she could protest, he claimed her lips, stopping any kind of complaint she might have.
“Beautiful,” he said, muttering the words against her lips.
“Whizz, what are you doing?”
Tearing her panties off her body, he touched her creamy cunt, feeling her response to him.
“What we both want.”
Reaching between them, he pulled his cock out of the tight confines of his jeans. She went to her knees as he ran the tip through her slit. Positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy, he felt her slide down over his length.
The inner walls of her sex tightened around his cock, making it impossible for him to think.
Her hands went to the back of the bench.
“This is wrong,” she said.
“I don’t care.” Thrusting up inside her, Whizz felt alive, whole, and it was all down to Lacey. For once in his life he didn’t care about her secrets or who she was. The only thing he cared about was the feel of her wrapped around him. With Lacey in his arms, he was no longer the man who’d been tortured or raped. She gave him back part of his soul.
Tugging the shirt up over her chest, he tugged her tits free from the confines of the bra she wore. Leaning forward, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on the hard bud.
She cried out. Covering her mouth with his hand, Whizz moved from one breast to the other, refusing to give her the chance to pull away.
Lacey rode his cock, and he thrust up to meet her. Each jolt of his hips had her tits bouncing. He wished it was light so he could see her responses.
Moving between them, he pressed a finger to her clit, caressing the bud. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and he didn’t stop until she screamed out her climax. When she came down from her orgasm, he gripped her hips and started to pound inside.
They moved together as if they’d known each other for a lifetime rather than a few chance meetings. When he was with Lacey, Whizz felt like she knew what he was going through. He trusted her vague words and the depth of pain in her eyes. He saw it, and understood it. Lacey had been through hell and was still living.
Grinding his teeth together, he thrust up inside her a final time, releasing his cum inside her body.
She collapsed against him. Her breath fanned across his neck. Stroking her hair out of the way, Whizz felt complete.
“We need to stop doing this,” she said.
“I don’t care so long as you don’t.”
He really didn’t. Their meetings weren’t hurting anyone, and he didn’t see why it was a problem.
Lacey relaxed against him, and he held her tight never wanting to let her go.
Chapter Fourt
een
Devil was thankful that Vincent and Phoebe were happy to take the three kids. He’d not heard from Tiny that morning, and so he decided to leave getting in touch with the bastard. If Tiny wanted to cause a problem, Devil wasn’t going to go out of his way to fix it.
“Are you sure about this?” Devil asked, holding Lexie’s hand.
They were waiting outside the morgue at the hospital. The police had taken down the crime scene tape from the club as they all had alibis.
“I’m not sure about anything. She was my sister, and I don’t know what to think.”
She tightened her hold on him.
“Don’t think about anything, baby. Kayla was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Devil had tried, unsuccessfully, to help her get through this.
“Gonzalez went out of his way to find her, Devil. Kayla wasn’t stupid. You warned her away, and she stayed away from us. She wouldn’t have come back to Piston County willingly.” Lexie stopped as she swallowed down a sob.
Seeing the emotion on her face was tearing him up inside. Devil never did like seeing Lexie upset. When he got his hands on Gonzalez, he was going to kill him.
“She died because of us. We should have warned her or at least found someone to protect her.”
“There was nothing we could have done, Lex. She was dead to the world. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Kayla Howard.”
“What do we tell Simon?” Lexie asked.
“I told you, he doesn’t need to know about Kayla. You’re his mother, and the only woman he knows is you.” Devil wasn’t going to let his son know the truth of how he was born. Fucking a whore and the condom breaking had been his mistake. Chasing Kayla to Piston County and claiming her younger sister was a story Simon didn’t need to know about.
“This is wrong. Have you talked to Tiny?” she asked, changing the subject.
“No, and I have no intention of talking to him.”
“Do you know how childish you sound?”
Devil chuckled. “It’s the way we are together. Don’t worry. I’ll call him when I’m good and ready.”
He wasn’t going to call him until he was ready to talk to the bastard. This morning recalling what Tiny called his women had sent another rush of anger inside him. None of the women in the club were whores, and Devil refused to let him get away with it. The only chance he was giving Tiny was to get rid of Gonzalez. When that was over, then he would consider a friendship, until then, nothing.