by Sam Crescent
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Copyright© 2014 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77233-121-9
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: Karyn White
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DEDICATION
As always I want to thank Evernight for giving The Skulls a home. You're an amazing publisher and I love being one of your authors. I've got to thank Karyn White, my editor. She's truly a wonderful editor and has helped me so much throughout, The Skulls. Thank you so much.
Also, I have to thank my readers for your continued support. You all mean so much to me.
WHIZZ
The Skulls, 9
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2014
Prologue
Whizz with Alan
“Do you really think a woman will want you now?”
Whizz pressed his head against the tile floor wishing for some reprieve. His jeans were down to his knees, and he hurt everywhere. Not one part of him was better off than the other. Alan was a sick fuck and delighted in torturing him. Beside his head was the vomit he’d brought up seconds before. All this because Zero couldn’t keep his temper. Not that Whizz was pissed. From the look of Alan, Zero had gotten him fucking good, better than good.
“Fuck you!”
He growled as Alan grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. If Whizz had any strength length he’d kill the bastard in front of him. He’d be drugged, beaten … he couldn’t bring himself to think of what else he’d been through. Whizz knew he’d get through this. He got through everything. His time at The Lions had taught him to push the pain down, to ignore what he actually wanted to do. “I already did. Maybe I need to go again. I heard you bikers like your fucking.”
Alan let him go, landing a kick to his gut.
The club will come. They’ll come for me, and I’ll be safe.
What’s safe anymore?
Gasping for breath, Whizz didn’t want to have to deal with the shit going on inside his head. No one was going to want him, not even the club. Who would want a man who let this happen to him? He certainly didn’t. No amount of fighting could undo what happened. He was totally fucked.
“You know, Zero’s the one to blame. I wanted him, and yet you’re the one that was lying in wait. It’s almost as if you wanted me to come and get you.” Alan laughed, the sound sinister and echoing around the room. None of the men paid them any attention while Alan beat him. The moment they were alone, Alan became even more evil. There was no escaping the sadistic asshole.
How are you going to survive this?
Whizz kept his eyes closed, trying to think of something, anything that would take him away from this pain.
He thought about the club. Not The Lions. He’d never truly been part of them and had spent more time trying to get away from them. Whizz had done shit for them just like Killer, but he’d never been willing. The shit he’d done was in the past as he’d taken a spot in The Skulls. Tiny was a hard-assed leader, a fine president, and Whizz was loyal to him. He thought about the club, and throughout all the pain it grounded him.
“You really think your club is going to come for you?” Alan asked, drawing him back onto the chair.
Whizz sat down even as it was painful. He was a mess. There was no need for a mirror when the pain was all he needed to know that he was changed forever. Alan certainly liked his knives.
“You can’t ignore me.” Alan grabbed his hair pulling his head back to slide the knife he held across his neck.
Whizz was past caring. Did he want to die? No, he truly didn’t, but he wouldn’t beg this sick fucker for his life. Whizz had learned never to beg. Begging didn’t garner respect. Begging took everything away. He believed in his club, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before they bargained for him. Even if Tiny didn’t come through, Killer would, or at least Zero.
Minutes passed, hours, perhaps days. Whizz knew he was dying. The blood loss was starting to become a problem. Through his mind he thought about the club and everything he’d miss. He’d miss Lash and Angel, especially Angel. She was such a sweetheart and rarely saw the bad in people. Lash was overprotective, and it was strange to watch the fierce biker worry over his woman. Murphy, he was like a brother to him, along with Killer. He’d even miss Tate. Her mouth made him laugh at times.
No, he couldn’t think about how much he’d miss otherwise he’d never be able to cope with what was truly going on in his life.
He needed to get out.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. The woman with blue hair who had torn his world apart. She wasn’t supposed to be here. No, she didn’t come into his life until much later.
****
Whizz woke with a start. He was covered in a layer of sweat, and he opened his eyes to see Lacey glaring down at him. She straddled his waist, and he couldn’t help but respond to her closeness. From the moment he’d first seen her in that café he’d wanted her. She was nothing like any of the other women in the club. Lacey was an entity all of her own, special, and all his.
Seconds passed, and he became aware of the blade she had pressed to his neck. He had left the blade for her to grab on purpose. It had been a week since he’d hurt her by luring her away from the Savage Brothers, to kill the whole of her club while they left her alive. Whizz had wanted Lacey and couldn’t bring himself to let her die. They were staying at the club house, and he kept a lock on the door. He was surprised she stayed within the room seeing as she could have easily destroyed the lock.
“You were having a nightmare,” she said.
He didn’t move. The hand holding the knife against his neck was steady. She wasn’t nervous about killing him. He didn’t blame her, as he’d helped Tiny take out all of her club, the Savage Brothers, while they’d also been taking care of Gonzalez. Murphy was still in the hospital because of the damage.
“I’m used to them.”
Usually he woke up soaked in sweat or with one of the club members shaking him awake. When he did finally wake, they’d take him back to their room where he’d spend the rest of the night wishing his life was different. He should have died when Alan took him. All he’d become was a burden to the club. What kind of life was he really living when he spent it like a child in another’s bed?
He moved his hands to her thighs. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him.
“Are you going to do it?” he asked.
Whizz wasn’t angry with her, even though he should be. She could have killed him at any time over the last couple of weeks, even before he’d brought her to the club. Lacey hadn’t touched him. The threat was always there, but she didn’t go any further other than pressing the blade close. The other day he’d left his gun, and when he walked into the room, he’d expected her to fire the weapon. She hadn’t. Lacey, for some reason, couldn’t kill him.
“I should. I should kill you for what you did to my club.” The tears fell down her cheeks. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and to him, she was more beautiful than ever before. The blue hair covered up her brown locks, but he didn’t care. Lacey was a beautiful woman who’d been handed shit all of her life. He’d added to that, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t let her go. It would be easier for the two of them if he just let her go, gave her some money, and sent her on her way. He couldn
’t do it. Tiny had advised him to get rid of her or claim her. Whizz hadn’t claimed her as his whore or as his old lady.
The other club whores were back within the club. Everything was going back to normal apart from the fact they were redecorating the town hall. They’d held a funeral for the three men and two women who’d lost their lives because of the Savage Brothers. Their partners were now working at the club seeing as Tiny took care of everyone within the town of Fort Wills. Anyone who was not part of the club but died because of the club, he made sure they were well compensated with either money or work. They were not part of the club but worked within the compound or where Tiny could get them a job.
“Do you know what I was doing today?” he asked, running his fingers up her thighs. She wore a skirt, one of Angel’s, and he started to work the fabric up as he worked. The knife didn’t waver from his neck. He was fine with the knife. He didn’t have a death wish, nor did he hope for her to use it. At least, he didn’t think he wanted her to use it on him.
“No.” She started to frown.
“We were paying our respects to the men and women who lost their lives because of your club. Your club ruined the lives of five different families within Fort Wills. Men and women they’re never going to get back, loved ones, Lacey.”
She pressed the knife harder against his neck.
“Do it,” he said, taunting her.
Do you want to die?
“Gonzalez needed to die.”
“I don’t doubt that. He’s dead and gone.”
“And so is my club?” The knife shook against his skin, yet she didn’t cut him once.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” he asked, changing the conversation.
Her frown deepened. All he wanted to do was run his fingers between her brows.
“What?”
“You heard me. We were together a lot, Lacey. I was inside your sweet cunt, and you could have killed me. I was in heaven sliding inside you.” Her eyes changed. He watched her eyes dilate even as they were filled with tears. “You could have killed me any time, Lacey. The Savage Brothers were your club, and I wasn’t part of your world. Why didn’t you kill me?”
She took a breath. Her chest rose and fell, but she shook her head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, I do. Your club wanted Gonzalez, and what was I exactly? I was one of the members standing in your way? Or was I something else? Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? You had to know we weren’t going to let your interference stand. Fort Wills is The Skulls’ territory. Everyone knows it.”
He pushed the skirt out of the way to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. Lacey was soaking wet as he slid his thumb through her slit. She didn’t tell him to stop.
“Why, Lacey? Why couldn’t you kill me?” He caressed her clit going down to slide a finger deep in her cunt. Whizz had learned a lot about her. It didn’t take long to find everything out that he needed once he knew where she came from. Any other information he asked for Butch provided for him. She’d been gang-raped by Gonzalez’s men when she was just a little girl. Those men who were dead had torn away her ability to have children. His search had found out that she’d tried to take her life and had failed because of Dalton. Her life had been easy to find and track down. Whizz knew everything that could be recorded apart from what went on her mind and behind closed doors. Had she been with other men? Did she fuck women? What happened after everything she’d been through?
The woman in his arms was not what he expected. Her arms were decorated in ink. It was strange. He’d never wanted a woman covered in ink before. To him, women were supposed to be delicate, feminine, like Angel or Sophia. They epitomized femininity. Lacey was broken, he saw it in her eyes, yet she held femininity within her grasp. The way she walked as she swung her hips from side to side, the fullness of her curves, and her overall person screamed feminine. She was a size sixteen to eighteen, and he’d discovered that because of Angel lending her clothes.
Her size only turned him on more. She was thicker than what was popular, but he loved her curves, gripping onto her fleshy hips as he pounded inside her.
Adding a third finger to her pussy, he pressed his thumb to her nub. “Tell me, Lacey, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”
She groaned, dropping the knife onto the bed as she thrust onto his fingers. “Please,” she said.
“Answer me.” He paused with his finger on her clit.
Lacey stared down at him.
“I’m not going to play until you tell me why you let me live.”
She nibbled on her lip, clearly fighting her response. “I couldn’t let you die.”
“Why?”
“I knew who you were and what you’d been through. Danny got details on all of you.”
Whizz felt his gut twisting.
“You knew about Alan?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
He licked his own lips. Whizz should have known that they would do their research. Anyone who tried to take down someone as powerful as Gonzalez would be stupid not to do their homework.
“I knew what you’d been through, and I wanted to see you.”
“Because you’d been through something similar?”
“You were the one who looked odd in the group. I only wanted to see why you were part of The Skulls.” Her words were filled with attitude as she glared at him.
With quick moves, Whizz pulled his fingers out of her pussy, gripped her hips and changed their positions taking her to the bed. Sliding between her legs he took hold of her hands pressing them above her head. Staring into her green eyes, Whizz found himself falling for her.
“You didn’t think that.”
“Yeah, I did. Your place is not in The Skulls. Ever since you were hurt you’ve been useless to the club.” She stopped talking as he claimed her lips.
Lacey spilled her words out, clearly trying to hurt him. He saw she was hurting inside. Whizz was responsible for taking away her loved ones, but, God help him, he didn’t care. The club came first. His loyalty was to the club, and he’d played his part. Tiny allowed him to keep Lacey for his own even though he didn’t agree. She didn’t mean any of the words she spoke. Whizz knew her enough to see she was lying. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and she lay limp within his arms. When Lacey meant what she said, she fought with everything she was. The words coming out of her mouth now were exactly that, words. They were empty and meant absolutely nothing.
He kissed down to her ear, sucking in her flesh.
She moaned, arching up against him. Biting her ear, he made sure she could hear him. “You’re lying to me, Lacey.” His proof came as she tensed underneath him. “I believe you sought me out by accident. You didn’t know I was at the coffee shop when you were. Once you saw me, you saw yourself. We’ve both been hurt in the past that we didn’t deserve. You wanted to talk to someone who wouldn’t see the broken, raped, little girl. That’s all Dalton and Danny saw when they looked at you. You were not a woman to them but something that needed to be fixed. When you look at me, you don’t see me broken. We’re survivors, Lacey, and for once you wanted to be seen as a woman. I was there. You knew I wouldn’t hurt you. If you did your research you knew how I care.” He stopped talking to lick the pulse beating rapidly against his tongue. She gasped. The feminine sound filled his senses. “You looked at me, and you wanted to be treated like a woman. You wanted a cock thrusting inside you without fear. I didn’t know you or what you’d been through. I only saw a woman, and you loved that. It’s why you kept coming back for more. You came back for my cock and what I can give you, nothing else.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes.
“I see a woman, Lacey. I know what happened to you in the past. The broken girl, I’ve seen the files of what happened, and I know you’ll never give birth. For everything you’ve been through, I’m sorry, but I can only see the woman I had my cock inside. I want your pussy, Lacey, and I’m going to have it
again, and you’re going to let me.” He climbed from between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Whizz smiled. His cock stood out in his sweat pants. The tip was leaking pre-cum, but he wasn’t going to give into what he wanted.
“I’m going to get something to eat.” It was morning, and he was starving.
“You’re not going to fuck me?”
“No.”
“Why not? I can see you want to.” She pointed at the evidence. He raised a brow waiting for her to continue. “You say you only see the woman, and yet you’re the one leaving now.”
He closed the distance between them, sinking his fingers into her hair. The hand that had been inside her pussy, he brought to his lips and sucked the taste of her off. “When I take your pussy again, Lacey—and I will—we’re not going to start it off with you holding a knife to my fucking neck.”
Spinning on his heel, he left his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Baker was walking down the hall. One of the sweet-butts was trying to catch up with him.
“Baker, please,” she said, whimpering.
“One fuck is not going to make you mine. Get the fuck away from me.” Baker stopped when he saw Whizz.
“Don’t let me bother you. I’ve got a problem of my own.” Whizz walked toward the nearest available bathroom and locked the door. Staring at his reflection, he tilted his head back to see there was no sign the knife had been held to his neck. If the club knew she’d held a knife to his throat, they’d chain her up in the warehouse on the outskirts of Fort Wills. No one threatened the club and got away with it. Lacey wasn’t going to do anything.
Running the shower, he climbed in after removing his pants. Taking his cock in hand he closed his eyes as he imagined being inside Lacey’s nice warm cunt. Within seconds he spilled his seed and watched the cum go down the drain. Resting his head against the cold tile beneath his head, he knew it was only a matter of time before he claimed her. Every time he was with Lacey, he wanted her. She was like a drug and he an addict. They were both broken, and yet together they would be perfect for each other.