Revenge (30 page)

“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 other
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.