Whizz (13 page)

“Is Tiny ever ready to deal with Ned?”

“I don’t know, but he’s going to have to.”

“Ned’s on his way here?”

“It has been too long since he’s been here. He’s coming for a visit. Gonzalez is gone as are all the threats. Daddy will be here by tomorrow morning.”

Whizz whistled. “I look forward to it.”

“He’s bringing some of his fighters for the trip.”

“Okay, that’s a shock.” Whizz frowned.

“I don’t know why.” Eva nibbled her lip.

“I’d just tell him. Spurt it out like a Band-Aid.” Whizz tapped her shoulder and made his way into the clubhouse. “Did Lacey go with Prue and Angel?”

“Yeah, she looked nervous as hell though. She’s not what I thought she would be.”

“What do you mean?” Whizz asked, curious.

“She looked scared. I saw her hands shaking while she washed her dish. I don’t think she’s used to being surrounded by family. We unnerve her.”

“Lacey had a family. She’s surrounded by the men who took her family out.”

“I don’t know. I think it’s more than that. We’re pretty strange to take in at first.” Eva shrugged. “I hope she can forgive us for what we did. I can see you care about her a lot. She’s changed you where none of us could.”

Whizz nodded. “She has changed me.” He’d be lying if he said she didn’t. He wasn’t the same man as before he met her. Before Lacey he’d have stayed in his room, refusing to come out. There was no way he’d have gotten involved with Hardy or even spent the time to talk to Rose. He’d have stayed cut off from it all, away from the main club. He hadn’t fought anyone in so long that he was surprised he still knew how to fight. “I’ve got to go. Hardy got me good.”

Eva moved out of the way to let him pass. He wondered how Lacey was getting on. Whizz doubted she’d ever had a day with the girls. Angel and Prue were two completely different women in looks and in personality. It would be interesting to see how she survived.

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“You have got to buy that dress. It matches your hair, and it molds to your curves, Lacey,” Prue said.

Lacey turned this way and that. She wore a pair of sneakers as she moved for both women to see her in the different clothes. Neither woman had left her alone for two minutes to get her thoughts together.

Angel appeared out of the dressing room, whistling. “Prue’s right. It’s perfect, and I know Whizz would love to see you in that.”

She turned to look at Angel, who wore a pair of tight jeans that emphasized her rounded ass. The other woman didn’t look fat but sensual.

“Do you really think Lash will let you wear jeans?” Prue asked.

“I wear jeans all the time.” Angel tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. Her cheeks were a lovely shade of red.

“Correction, he let you wear jeans when you were pregnant and there was no chance for him to get a look in. Those jeans will spend more time around your ankles than around your waist.”

Lacey laughed as Angel’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “There are times I prefer having Tate with me. She’d tell me to kick Lash’s ass.”

“I’m Prue, and you’ve chosen me because we both know Tate’s a pain in the ass when she’s got the pregnancy hormones.”

Anthony and Markus were both asleep in their pushchairs. Prue had decided to sit this shop out to take care of the boys.

“You should get that one, Lacey. I love it,” Angel said, fingering the edge of the fabric.

“If it’s money you’re worried about, don’t be. Whizz already gave me a stash of cash to pay for you.” Prue leaned back to watch them both.

“Okay.” Going back into the dressing room, Lacey closed the door, giving herself a little privacy.

“We’re taking her to the lingerie shop next, Angel. I don’t care how embarrassed you get around underwear.” Prue’s voice was filled with laughter.

Lacey had never had female friends or been shopping like this. Most of the time Dalton brought her back clothes that was a size or two bigger than she needed. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d gone shopping for herself, if she ever had. It had been hard to do anything by herself. She would have hated Dalton waiting around for her to try on clothes.

Staring at her reflection she wondered if she should get her hopes up only to have them dashed away. Prue and Angel were both amazing women, yet they were totally different. She liked them both and knew if given the time she’d become firm friends with them.

Once Whizz was done with her, she’d be cast aside, and forced to live her life once again without them. The Skulls, if they let her live, wouldn’t allow her to have any contact with the two women.

The very thought of Whizz moving on hurt. She rubbed at her chest trying to soothe the pain.

“Come on, Lacey. It’s time for us to go.”

“I’m coming.”

Removing the dress she was careful with the fabric. She had taken a look at the price and was so nervous about tearing the dress. She wasn’t used to such expensive clothes. Most of the clothes she wore were cheap. The Savage Brothers didn’t have a lot of cash to spare on the luxury of fancy clothes. Lacey rushed to put her clothes on, feeling more like herself even though she wore Angel’s old maternity clothes.

Angel and Prue were waiting for her as she opened the changing room door.

“We thought you were going to stay camped out there all day.”

Smiling, she shook her head. “No.” She held up the dress for Prue to take.

“I’ll buy this, and then we’re onto the lingerie store.” Prue pointed at the pushchair, and she made her way out of the store to follow Angel.

“You’re not used to this, are you?” Angel asked, pocketing her purse.

“What do you mean?”

“Hanging out with the girls. You’re not used to it. I can see how nervous you are. You don’t need to be nervous.” Angel smiled, reaching out to touch her arm.

It took every ounce of strength not to pull away from her touch. The only person she’d been able to handle touching her was Whizz. He was the one person she trusted with her body. Dalton was dead, so he no longer counted as the man she trusted to touch her.

“I’m not used to it. I’ve, erm, I’ve never actually been out shopping for my own clothes.”

She started to twiddle the shirt in her fingers. They were outside the store with people passing them. Lacey hadn’t ever been relaxed out in the open before. There were too many people who could hurt her for her to be relaxed.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ve got to learn to trust us. We’re not the enemy here. You’ll get used to being out with us. None of us bite, I promise. Well, apart from Tate if she’s in a mood.”

Lacey laughed. How could she not? Angel was doing everything in her power to make her feel comfortable.

Prue walked out of the store with their bags. “Here, ladies.”

Angel took both and placed them on the pushchair. Her cell phone went off. Lacey waited while Angel looked at her phone.

“Lash checking up on you.”

“He’s not checking up on me. I’ve told you before, he worries about me all the time.” Angel typed a response and pocketed her phone.

Prue rolled her eyes, turning to look at Lacey. “Her man worries about her. I’m surprised he let you out to play. He’s very possessive about where you go.”

Angel shook her head. “And you wonder why Tate annoys you.”

“Hey, I’m a better option than Tate. She’s a bitch naturally. I just say it like it is. Lash is smitten. Nothing wrong with that.”

Lacey stood between the two women as they kept talking, bantering back and forth.

“Is that Gash?” Prue asked, pointing ahead of them.

Lacey followed where she was pointing, and sure enough there was Gash, leaning against the wall. Several women were surrounding him, trying to get his attention. None of the women succeeded. When he spotted them walking toward him, he moved away.

“Hey, ladies, I thought I’d catch up with you.”

“You lost at cards, didn’t you?” Angel asked, staring at the man with a smile.

“I may have played a quick game of cards with the boys and lost.”

“What did you have to pay?” Prue asked, looking suspicious.

“Did I have to pay anything?” Gash stretched, glancing at all of the women.

“Is this because of me?” Lacey asked, feeling awful that the men needed to keep an eye on her.

“Sorry, darling. This has nothing to do with you. The last thing the boys want to be doing is shopping. I lost at cards and drew the short straw to keep an eye on you girls.”

“What happened to the prospect that usually tails us?” Prue asked, glaring.

“Ink is keeping an eye on Rose. She’s finally upped and left Hardy, asking for Tiny to keep him away. Fighter is pretty much by Hardy’s side to make sure he doesn’t try to escape.

“What about Baker? What’s he doing?”

“He had to go home with Eva. We’re getting a visit from Ned and a couple of his fighters tomorrow. All the prospects are out of commission, which leaves one of us. I played a shitty game, and I get to pay the price by escorting you lovely ladies around.”

“You sound thrilled by that.” Angel turned toward her. “One of the men usually tails us when we leave Fort Wills. It’s one of the deals we all had to make. Sometimes our men will come with us, or they’ll give us some space to be ourselves. It has been a hectic couple of years. We’ve not had a choice but to have someone with us at all times.”

“It has been a sucky couple of years, and I’ve not been through most of it,” Prue said.

“Yeah, I heard,” Gash said. “Where are we going now?”

Lacey watched as Prue and Angel looked at each other then at her.

“We’re going to the lingerie store. It’ll be perfect. You can babysit while we check out some new sets.”

Gash groaned. “It just had to be my luck. There better be no teasing from you.”

Lacey chuckled at the look of horror on Gash’s face.

They started walking toward the lingerie store. Keeping her hands at her sides, Lacey followed the two women into the store, wishing she was anywhere else but there. Angel and Prue left the pushchairs in Gash’s company as they all started looking around. Gash didn’t comment. He stood with both chairs, looking in control.

“Do you think he’ll stay out of the way?” Prue asked, chuckling.

Gash cleared his throat. “I’ve been in prison for five years, ladies. Seeing underwear is still a turn-on to me. I’m no different from a teenage boy.” He whistled, working both pushchairs as if he was a natural.

“Go and take a look,” Prue said.

They split up, and Lacey started looking through the underwear on display. She saw the aisle that held the style of bras and panties that she usually wore. They were plain white and black with no design, simple. Her breasts were large, and when growing up she’d hated how uncomfortable bras could become. Dalton had the worst judgment when it came to her breasts. He was always getting the wrong size, not that she blamed him.

Looking through them, she heard Gash clear his throat. Glancing behind her, she saw Gash was leaning against the wall staring at her.

Heat filled her cheeks as he watched her. Was he turned on by looking at underwear?

“You’re going with Whizz?”

She stared into his face wishing she knew the answer to that. At least he wasn’t thinking about sex if he was talking about Whizz. “I don’t know.”

“You fucked him yet?”

An older woman in her fifties passed them, giving Gash a glare.

“Bite me, woman. I’m not asking you. Anyone would think they hadn’t been fucked by a cock. It’s how you get fucking kids.” Gash stared at the woman before she scampered away from them. “I hate it when bitches think I care what they think.” He shook his head before smiling back at her. “Well?”

“Yes, we’ve fucked.”

“Then you’re his woman. He doesn’t want to see your sweet ass in shit like that. Fuck me, I bet my own grandma wore better shit than that. If Whizz has sent you out with money, he wants you to do something different.” He moved away from the wall. Markus and Anthony were still asleep in the pushchairs, but they faced them. “Buy something sexy. Do you want Whizz?”

“I can pick out my own underwear.” This couldn’t get any more embarrassing. She didn’t even know Gash and he was giving her advice on what underwear to pick out.

“You’re looking at the shit that’s not sexy at all. You want Whizz, you want to keep him, step your game up. Pick the kind of underwear a man wants to remove with his teeth.” Gash kept staring at her, unnerving her with the intensity of his gaze.

“Why does this mean so much to you?” she asked. “You know who I am. The club I belonged to.”

“And I’ve heard about Whizz. You’ve changed him. He wants you, Lacey. If you want him, then start fighting to keep him. Once the brothers see what you mean to Whizz, they’ll back off. Besides, I didn’t realize you were a selfish bitch.”

“What? I’m not.”

“No? Then why are you taking all the credit for all the bad shit going on? Stop being selfish and see that the blame falls equally.”

He stepped back, giving her some space. Okay, Gash was a little different from all the other brothers she’d met. He didn’t blame her for all the problems happening in their life, but still, it didn’t stop her from being slightly frightened of him. The man was huge in every way possible.

She looked at the wall and thought about Whizz. He was the first man she truly wanted to keep. Dalton hadn’t been hers, and she’d not wanted him.

Reaching out, she stopped before she grabbed one of the bras. She wanted Whizz to look at her the way Lash did Angel, Zero did Prue, and Tiny did Eva. Lacey could stand there all day thinking about the looks the men shared with their women. She wanted Whizz to look at her and to know that when he got her alone, she was going to be screaming in pleasure within seconds. She wanted him to want her, not just want but to crave her. Above everything else, she wanted to feel like a woman just once in her life.

Moving away from the bland underwear she went in search of something sexy, something she wouldn’t dare wear before Whizz.

“That’s my girl,” Gash said.

Her cheeks had to be as red as Angel’s with the way Gash praised her. He didn’t take the piss, only encouraged her. His presence had nothing to do with helping her personally. Gash was clearly only helping out another brother, but his advice was oddly comforting. This was the first time she’d picked out anything beautiful to enhance her assets.