Zero (21 page)

“Me? I want nothing.” Alan chuckled.

“Yeah, you want Zero. He fucked up your face, and now it’s payback. I always knew Zero had something about him. He wasn’t just another pretty face.”

Alan landed the first blow to the side of Whizz’s face.

He watched as the other man simply spat blood onto the ground beside him. “You hit like a pussy.”

Throwing another blow, Alan gritted his teeth. Whizz groaned but didn’t make another move to say anything.

Walking away from the man, he unrolled the torture materials he’d spent the last couple of years training with. The men who collected Whizz were playing cards a couple of feet away. None of them had anything to say to him.

“So, you’re friends with Zero.”

Whizz laughed. “Zero’s a good guy. Everyone is friends with him.”

Staring at the pictures, he put a cross through Sophia’s face then Nash’s. “I’m doing all right taking out the people who mean something to Zero. By the time I’m through with him there will only be a few people standing.”

The other man started laughing.

“What the fuck do you have to laugh at?” Alan asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“You’ve killed a nurse, shot a woman, and stabbed a woman. Every person you’ve hurt has a fucking cunt. You’re nothing but a pussy, and you can’t take on a real man.” Whizz chuckled. “You’ve picked off the women. What are you going to do to face the men?”

Alan didn’t say anything. He couldn’t think of a single comeback to the other man.

“See, you’ve got nothing.”

Picking up the knife, he walked over to Whizz and slammed the blade into his hand going through the wood. Whizz howled in pain, screaming and cursing.

Laughing, he brought another knife toward Whizz, sliding the tip of the blade down his face. “Now, what do you think?” he asked.

“I’m tied to a fucking chair. Try and take me on when you’ve got some fucking balls.” Whizz spat in Alan’s face.

Stepping back, Alan wiped the spittle from his face.

Gripping the knife, he slammed the knife into Whizz’s other palm.

Torturing Whizz would give him little satisfaction.  

Chapter Thirteen

The drive to the clubhouse was silent. Zero stared out of the window while also holding onto Prue’s hand. Nash and Lash had stayed behind at the hospital to keep an eye on their women, not that he could blame him. When Prue was in the hospital, he’d only left at Tiny’s orders.

“How is life treating you?” Tiny asked, talking to Devil.

“Can’t complain. Club life is amazing. I’ve got a good woman even though she’s having a rough time of it with this latest pregnancy.”

He listened to Devil talk about Lexie’s rough pregnant state. Glancing at Prue’s stomach, he wondered what he would do if anything happened to her.

“Lexie is your wife?” Prue asked.

“Yeah, she’s my woman.” Devil moved, grabbing out his wallet. “Best thing that happened to me was meeting her. I still can’t believe I’ve settled down for one bitch.” He heard the fondness in Devil’s voice.

Zero recalled meeting Lexie. She was a tough nut and perfect for Devil.

“That’s my son, Simon. There is Judi. She’s my daughter, and that there is Elizabeth,” Devil said, pointing to all the people in the picture.

“How old is Lexie? She doesn’t look old enough to be Judi’s mother,” Prue asked.

Devil laughed. “Judi is my adoptive daughter. She was being used by a fucking pimp. She’s got no other family, but now she’s mine. I love her like a daughter.”

His respect for Devil went up. “Judi is a sweet girl, quiet at times but sweet. I hope she’ll come out of her shell a little. She makes me fucking proud,” Devil said.

“Oh, I see.”

“Who is staying with them?” Zero asked.

“Ripper and a few of the boys have stayed behind. They won’t let any harm come to my women.” Devil smiled, turning back to look out of the front.

They pulled into the clubhouse, and there seemed a darkness over the building. The play area was bare, and no one was lingering outside.

“Where is everyone?” he asked, climbing out of the car with difficulty.

“Sophia got attacked while we were all indoors. No one leaves without an escort, and there is a man looking over the security videos.”

They were going to ask Whizz to locate the abandoned buildings where there were no owners. Together they walked into the clubhouse. He found Chaos Bleeds sitting nursing beers as he walked in. They were not in the mood to party. He saw the serious expressions on their faces. Curse looked angry.

“How is she?” Curse asked, looking at Tiny then at Devil.

“She’s stable. Nash is staying behind,” Tiny said.

Zero wrapped his arm around Prue’s shoulders watching Tiny go to his woman. Eva was pulled to her feet and kissed with passion. “You’re not leaving the clubhouse. You stay here and don’t let the kids out, got it?”

“Got it.”

“I can’t believe you kept me in the dark,” Tate said.

Zero saw Tiny’s daughter was breaking apart. Her eyes were bloodshot. Tears streaked down her face as she stared at them. “Angel and Sophia are in the hospital. They could die, and you didn’t think it was okay to tell me?”

“This is not your club, Tate. Remember your place,” Tiny said.

Murphy was trying to console his woman.

“The club? I don’t give a fuck about the club. Two women are in the hospital because this fucker couldn’t kill someone properly—”

“Enough!” Tiny bellowed the word. Zero held onto Prue as she tensed in his arms and started to shake. “This is my fucking club, and I show you leniency because you’re my fucking daughter. Right now, you will keep your mouth shut. I don’t need to hear whatever the fuck you’ve got to say. This is not your club. You’re not in control of it. Murphy, keep her quiet, or I’ll have her barred from the club after all of this is over.” There was silence around the room. Tate kept her mouth shut, sitting down. “Meeting in ten minutes. I want you in my fucking office.”

Tiny turned away going into his office and slamming the door.

“Wow, I’m pleased you’re not like him, boss. I almost pissed myself,” Pussy said, smirking.

Devil whacked Pussy around the back of the head. “Shut the fuck up.”

The leader of Chaos Bleeds entered the office.

“Come up to the bedroom with me,” Zero said, taking her hand.

She followed him upstairs without causing a fight. He winced at the pain from his wounds. Zero had suffered far worse than the bullet holes. Together they made their way up to the privacy of his bedroom. She closed the door, helping him take the shirt off.

Glancing down at his bound wounds he saw they were not leaking.

“You’re going to have to be careful,” she said, touching his body.

“I’ll be careful when this fucker is in the ground.” He groaned but sat down on the side of his bed. “I wish you were naked and we were about to fuck.”

“All you think about is sex,” she said, sinking her fingers into his hair.

“When it comes to you all I want to think about is sex.” He took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “There’s something I want to give you.”

“Yeah, I know what you want to give me. You tell me every chance you get.”

“It has nothing to do with my hard cock.” He chuckled then winced. “Stay here.” Getting to his feet he went to the drawer that had all of his toys. Closing the drawer he moved to the top one, pushing his underwear out of the way. Beside his gun lay a small square box. He took it out, walking as best he could back to the bed. She still stood beside his bed, waiting.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Taking her hand in his, he stared up into her shocking green eyes. “Prue, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“You’re proposing?”

“Yeah, I’ve got the ring, and I just said the words.”

Her gaze went to the ring he held in his palm then to his eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked.

“No, I want you to become my wife.”

She pulled away from him, snatching her hand back. “Angel and Sophia are inside the hospital. You’ve got bullet wounds, and Alan is winning left, right, and center, and you decide to propose to me?”

“I thought this would be a good time to get it out there.” He held the box open, shaking it for her to look. “Have a look. What do you think?”

“You’re only proposing because you know you’re not going to survive,” she said, folding her arms underneath her breasts. “Alan kills us, and you don’t have to marry me.”

“What world are you on?” he asked. “I’m proposing because I’ve promised my brother to bring them Alan’s head. I’ve got every intention of surviving.” He held up the ring. “Come on, come and have a look. You’ll like it, I promise you.”

“No,” she said, staying where she was.

“What? You can’t say no. You’ve not even seen the ring yet.”

“I’m not going to agree to marry you until Alan is gone. Once his threat is gone, ask me again, and I’ll see about it.”

Zero frowned. His anger spiked. Getting up, he advanced toward her and was pleased that she stepped back going toward the wall.

“This is insane. What are you doing?” she asked.

When he had her trapped against the wall, he rested his arms on either side. He used his body to keep her trapped.

“You’re not going to marry me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Marry me,” he asked.

“No. Ask me when we’re alive and Alan is gone.”

Leaning forward, he claimed her lips, slamming his tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned, sinking against him. Her hands wrapped around his body, holding onto him as he took possession of her mouth. “Marry me?”

“Why do you keep asking?”

They were so close. Her breath fanned his face.

“We both know it’s what we want. Wear my ring and become my wife. We’re going to survive this. You need to stop being worried about what is not going to happen.”

She rested her head against his. Her palm slid down his chest.

“Do you always get what you want?” she asked.

“Most of the time. Wear my ring, and give me what I want.” Zero waited for her answer.

“Okay, I’ll wear your ring, and after we’re done, you better fucking marry me.”

Laughing, he retrieved the ring from the box where he’d left it on the bed. He placed the ring on her finger and saw it was a perfect fit.

“We own each other now.” Kissing her fingers, he squeezed her hand. “I’ve got to go to this meeting now.”

“I’ll help you down.”

Together they made their way downstairs. He left her to go into Tiny’s office. Most of the men were there, including some men from Chaos Bleeds. The door closed shutting out the rest of the club. The noise diminished, and there was only the silence in the room.

“I want to thank you for coming,” Tiny said, looking at Devil.

“I like to think our two clubs are friends, Tiny. You call and I’ll come, isn’t that right, boys?” Devil asked his crew.

They mumbled their agreements around the room.

Sitting back, Zero rubbed his head feeling the beginnings of a migraine.

“I’m hoping this is the last time you get a call from me. You ever need The Skulls, you just call.”

“No offence, but you guys attract trouble. I’d rather not curse my life with you coming to town to help,” Devil said, chuckling.

They all had a little laugh at Devil’s words.

“Let’s get down to business,” Tiny said. “Zero believes Alan will be working out of one of the abandoned buildings somewhere.” Zero watched as he picked up a file. “Whizz supplied all the information and was going to meet with one of his people to help him figure out a trail Alan took.”

Opening the file, Zero checked each one wondering where Alan would settle down to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

“Ned has heard of him, but it has been ten years since any news of him has made the rounds through Vegas,” Alex said, resting his head against the wall.

“What took you so long finding that shit out?” Butch asked.

“Some people don’t like to talk. Lucky for us, Ned is an excellent person in getting the silent to speak.”

Zero would bet money the other man was telling the truth. Ned Walker, Eva’s father, was a fucking menace.

Tiny’s private line started to ring. “What the fuck could it be now?”

He watched Tiny pick up the line. There was silence for several minutes, and it was only Tiny squeezing the receiver that alerted the room to the tension.

“What’s going on, Tiny?” Devil asked.

No response came, and then he lowered the phone, pressing a button as it went onto speaker phone.

“I’d like to play a game.” Alan’s voice came over the line. “Three people get to know one man, and now all three are gone. One fucked him, the other protected, and the other he thought he was in love with. How many women do I have left?”

Gritting his teeth, Zero stared at Tiny, who was looking at him.

“Zero!” He answered the question while everyone remained silent.

“Ah, the man himself. I take it a couple of bullet holes didn’t stop you from leaving the hospital. I thought you’d be by Sophia’s side, begging her forgiveness.”

He stayed silent, listening as Alan continued to talk.

“Oh, this is so much fun,” Alan said, laughing. “Here is another. I’m a computer genius, and I know everything there is to know about everything. Where am I now?”

A loud masculine cry came over the line.

“Whizz.”

“Wow, Zero, you surprise me. I didn’t think you’d know how to play this game. I’m a little disappointed,” Alan said. “Do you hear that? They know who you are.”

“Fuck off,” Whizz said.

“Nah, I thought about it, but this is too much fun.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you and piss on your body when I’m finished.” This came from Whizz again.

Glancing at Killer, Zero saw the paleness in the other man’s face.

“Do you think I’m scared of dying?” Alan asked. “Newsflash, I’m not scared of dying. In fact, I look forward to the never-ending peace I’ll get once I’m dead.” Alan sighed over the line. “Now, is the precious Prue there, or have you kept her away from danger?”

“She’s not here.”

“Then go and get her. I need to speak to the both of you.”