by Sam Crescent
“She came to us to protect Butch. You’ve got to remember that. She didn’t want us to hurt him. I’m willing to give Whizz a chance with this.” Tiny ran fingers through his hair. When all of this was over he was going to call Eva out of the warehouse. There was no way he was going to put her life at risk until he finished this off once and for all. Eva wouldn’t completely agree with his plan, but it’s what he needed to do. “Are you with me or not?”
Killer stepped forward first. “I’m in. I don’t want the Savage Brothers alive. If others hear of a club who attacked like that and made it out alive, we’ll be fucked all over again. I don’t want that. We do this, and we do it now.”
One by one his men stepped forward, agreeing to take out the Savage Brothers.
“When do we attack?” Alex asked.
Pulling out his cell phone, Tiny started typing a message.
Whizz, you better have your woman. We’re coming now!
“We’re going to go and get them now.” Tiny glanced at the hospital. For a long time it had felt like he’d lived inside those walls. Eva, Angel, Sophia, his boys, all of his club had been locked within the hospital walls because of different enemies. The hospital contained good memories, bad memories, and the feeling of hope. Turning his back on the hospital, he knew this was going to be a turning point in his life. Chaos Bleeds and Devil were gone. He wasn’t going to call on them for help. Their friendship was through, and there would be no way of a future between the two clubs. He wouldn’t allow it. Gonzalez was gone and so were the men who posed any kind of threat. Whizz had reached out to all of the other men, and they were backing down. Ned would be coming to town soon, and everything was looking up.
Glancing up at the sky, he saw the sun was shining bright. It was the start of something new, something different, but before he could embrace that, he was going to kill the last of the Savage Brothers once and for all.
Epilogue
The Skulls
Whizz entered the clubhouse. His hands were shaking as he went toward the bar. Pouring himself a large shot of whiskey, he thought about everything that had happened in the past few hours. Retaliation was needed. If The Skulls let this slide then everyone was going to think they had a chance to come to their town and take whatever revenge they saw fit. He wasn’t going to let it happen. The club was all he had left after what he just found out.
He should have put two and two together. Lacey wasn’t all that much of a mystery. He’d found the records with ease once he had her full name and knew where to look. She’d been raped, beaten, and left for dead. Her crew, the Savage Brothers, had gotten her out alive. She’d been living with them for the last twenty years. The Savage Brothers moved all the time. They never stayed in the same place and were constantly on the move. They were good at hiding. Whizz was older than she was by a couple of years.
A thirty year old woman with a past darker than his and they’d come together in an explosion of chemistry. He knew Lacey wouldn’t completely leave the hospital until she got a chance to talk to him. She’d been following him to the graveyard the past couple of times. They’d both been searching each other out like a couple of addicts searching for their next fix.
“Why are you here?” Whizz asked, swigging down the shot. He knew she’d follow him. The way she looked at him in the town hall made him aware of what she wanted from him. She didn’t want to end it like this. At the hospital he’d gotten the same kind of vibe from her. He didn’t need to lure her away from the Savage Brothers. Her being with him kept the Savage Brothers in the same place. His club, The Skulls, could guarantee taking them out without any problems so long as he kept Lacey with him. He’d received the text from Tiny, and now all he had to wait for was the confirmation that the hit had gone down without a problem.
“I couldn’t leave before I paid you another visit.”
He held his side, wincing. Whizz had decided to wait until Sandy was free to stitch him up, and he was starting to regret that decision.
“You haven’t got yourself stitched up?” she asked.
“I only trust a few people to touch my body. She’s in the hospital recovering from her own wounds, and I’ve got away until she gets out. No one else is touching up my wounds.”
Lacey clucked her tongue. “Spare me men with issues,” she said. She moved toward the back of the bar, searching for a medical kit.
“There’s one behind the till,” Whizz said, watching her. Even now, knowing who she was, he was turned on. He wanted inside her tight pussy.
He tugged his shirt off as she rounded the bar. She opened the medical kit and started working away at his cut. It wasn’t that bad, but it still fucking stung.
His cell phone went off as she was working, and he looked down at the text.
Tiny: We’re here. Keep her there.
Before Whizz entered the club, he knew she was following him. He’d already sent Tiny a text to begin. Whizz knew he could keep her there. Lacey wasn’t going to run from him yet. Pouring another healthy shot of whiskey, he swallowed it down. What he was about to do sickened him, but it needed to be done. She was going to hate him for a long time after this.
Once a Skull, always a Skull.
He took his loyalty within the club seriously. The club was all he had left, and he’d die saving it.
Lacey cleaned up the wound, touching his body. In his mind he saw the way she moaned as he fucked her hard and deep. Keeping his gaze focused on her hands, he watched her peel away the back of the plaster to cover his wound. She gave him a watery smile. “I don’t want you to hate me for everything that’s happened.”
“I couldn’t hate you.”
She didn’t believe him, and he saw it in her eyes as she stared back. “I would hate me for what I did. I knew who you were, yet I couldn’t stop coming to see you.”
“So, the first meeting was a chance one.”
“Yes. I just wanted a coffee and to get away from the others. It was all too much. I never expected the troubles that have come.” She packed away all the trash and placed them in a pile.
Staring at her, he was struck by how beautiful she was. Her body was covered in ink, her blue hair looking out of place, but she was beautiful to him.
“The Savage Brothers, they didn’t mean to cause such a mess. We’re already leaving. You won’t have to worry about us messing with your club or causing problems again. I had to come and see you one last time.”
“Where are you going?” he asked, waiting for the text to say the job was done.
“I don’t know. Wherever Dalton and Danny want to go. I follow them.”
She made to leave. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm and pressed her against the wall, stalling for time. He couldn’t let her leave not until the whole job was done. Part of him knew he should be with his club, but he had to be here to stop her from doing something crazy and stupid.
“Whizz, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Before you go, I think it’s only fair for a goodbye kiss,” he said.
Lacey moaned. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head back and claimed those tempting, lush lips. Sliding his tongue within her mouth, Whizz couldn’t stop. He was taken over by pure pleasure. He deepened the kiss, determined to rid his mind of the guilt he suffered for stalling for time. He wanted her kiss more than anything else. His cell phone beeped in his pocket. Her eyes were closed, and he pulled the phone up to see the text.
Tiny: It’s done.
Pulling away, he stroked her cheek, knowing in his heart he was going to break her heart.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
He took a step back and walked toward the bar. “Call your crew.”
Pouring himself another shot of whiskey, Whizz knew it was going to be his last one. She started pressing in numbers.
“They’re not answering,” she said, seconds later, panicking. “Why aren’t they answering?”
Staring back at h
er, Whizz rested against the bar.
“Do you really think The Skulls would let you leave without any retribution? This is our town, our club, and you disrespected the rules Tiny keeps in place.”
“What did you do?” she asked, tears filling her eyes.
Placing the shot glass down on the counter, Whizz stared at her.
“They’re all dead. We couldn’t let their interference stand. Tiny and the rest of The Skulls killed them.”
“Why am I alive?” she asked.
“Because I asked for you to be alive.”
She charged at him, raising her fist. He caught hold of her and pressed her against the wall, restraining her.
“You fucking bastard. I hate you. They were my family. Why couldn’t you let me die with them?” She fought him.
The cries from her throat broke his heart.
“You owe me. You fucked with my head, and now you owe me. You’re alive because I asked for you to live.”
“What the hell do you want from me?” she asked.
Whizz couldn’t answer. In truth, he didn’t have a clue what he wanted from her. It was over. Gonzalez was dead, the Savage Brothers were gone, and it was now time to start the next chapter of their lives. Whizz knew he couldn’t live without Lacey, and that’s why he couldn’t let her die.
Epilogue II
Chaos Bleeds
Three weeks later
Piston County
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lexie asked.
Judi was sitting up in bed eating some Jell-O while Ripper fussed around her. Simon was bouncing on the bed, happy. Lexie held Josh while Elizabeth was snuggled in her father’s arms.
“I’m more than okay. I’ve never felt better. The doctor is optimistic about all my options.” Judi smiled over at Ripper. “Can I tell them?”
“Sure, baby.” Ripper leaned down, licking the Jell-O off Judi’s lips. “Um, tasty.”
“Seriously, Ripper, she’s my daughter, and if you do that in front of me, I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Devil said.
“Daddy cursed!” Simon held his hand out for money.
Lexie chuckled as she watched her son waiting for his money. With everything that had happened, Lexie had installed a curse jar in the house. When they weren’t in the house, Devil had to pay Simon a dollar each time he cursed. She thought it was cute, but at this rate, Simon was going to be a billionaire by the time he was a teenager.
“I swear, Lex, that jar was the worst thing.”
“It works. You hold your tongue. Now, shush, I want to hear what Judi’s got to say.”
Judi and Ripper shared a secret smile. “We didn’t know about it until the doctor came back with her blood tests, and it’s a miracle it survived what she went through.” Ripper took hold of Judi’s hand. “We’re pregnant.”
The smiles on the young couple’s faces were so sweet.
Feeling happy, Lexie reached out taking her hand. “Congrats, honey.”
“We’re going to be pregnant together,” Judi said, rubbing her stomach. “I can’t believe it.”
In the three weeks since the visit to Fort Wills, everything had returned to normal. Well, if you called a breakup between Devil and Tiny, normal, then they were on course for normal. The two presidents hadn’t talked in all of the three weeks. Lexie talked with Eva all the time.
The Chaos Bleeds crew was spending their time rebuilding the strip club and putting the town back to rights. Well, Devil said it wasn’t going to be a strip club but possibly a night club. She didn’t know what he had planned, but she trusted him. The girls that had been taken were slowly being sent back to their families and were trying to repair themselves.
No matter what Lexie said, Devil wouldn’t get past his resolve. He was determined to sever all ties with Tiny. She couldn’t argue with him. Tiny did insult the club and the club’s name.
“Well, I guess I’m going to be a granddad,” Devil said, smiling.
Lexie groaned. “I’m going to be a grandma. I’m too young to be a grandma.”
Judi and Ripper started chuckling.
“Babe, you’re going to be the hottest grandma out there. You’ll put a new meaning to the term GILF.”
She lashed out punching Devil in the arm. “Will you stop?” she asked.
“Never.” Devil pulled her into his arms. They were all good. A knock at the door sounded.
“Can we all come in?” Pussy asked, holding Sasha’s hand.
“Sure, come on in.”
Pussy, Sasha, Death, and Snake all entered the room. They were carrying balloons and wrapped baked goods, judging from the smell and smiles.
“It’s good to see you moving around, princess.” Death put the flowers down beside her bed, reaching over to kiss her cheek.
This was the family she knew and loved. Gonzalez was out of their lives, and they were all free to move on. Glancing up at Devil, she saw he was indeed happier than he had been since Gonzalez had entered their lives.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m more than okay. I’ve got my family, my crew, and my town all safe.”
They had buried Kayla next to Ashley. In the graveyard they were collecting a number of bodies, memories that Lexie didn’t want to touch. She hoped in the coming years she didn’t add more people to the mix.
****
At Christmas Death stood in the clubhouse as the crew started to put up the decorations. He loved and hated Christmas. The season was about forgiving and moving on. Death moved on, but he never forgave.
He watched as Lexie stood on a chair and started to put up banners. She was heavily pregnant, and Devil was holding onto her hips as she was precariously balanced.
Unlike the last couple of Christmases there was not a sign of The Skulls. It was like they never existed, which he knew was wrong. The two clubs should be friends, and it made no sense to Death to sever ties. The rest of the club seemed fine with the change, but he didn’t like it.
The Skulls were a good group of men. Lexie and Eva still talked, but it wasn’t like it used to be.
Since Gonzalez’s death, the town was back in working order. There were no more threats, and the club was doing its best to set the town back up for people to work. One of the girls who didn’t have a family but had been sent to Gonzalez was working at the club. She had nowhere else to go and was too old to go into care at nineteen. He didn’t know much about her other than the fact she was a pretty little thing.
She had curves in all the right places, but again, he didn’t know how far Gonzalez had gotten his claws into her.
Sitting at the bar, Death watched the girl behind the counter as she served beer to the men. Her red hair caught the light, making him wonder if she was a natural redhead between her thighs.
Brianna her name was, or at least that’s what she told them all.
“Hey, beautiful, pour me a drink,” he said.
In all the months since Brianna had been working for them, Death made sure he wasn’t alone with her or put in any position where he could be vulnerable. It was a lame ass excuse, but Death wasn’t into making a commitment, nor was he into a woman so young. She was easily fifteen years younger than he was.
“Here you go, Death,” she said, placing the drink in front of her.
He looked up into her sharp green eyes. They were the eyes of a temptress, the destroyer of his bachelorhood. Then, Brianna, the bitch, she smiled at him showing her white teeth.
Against his better judgment, Death after so many months of avoiding her, started to fall for the redhead. Did the club know red haired women turned him on?
Fuck, there was no other word to describe it. He was truly fucked.
The End
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