Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) (11 page)

“Sasha, can you hear me?” the doctor asked, shining a light into her eyes, and making her blind.

She saw stars.

“Wait? She blinked at the light,” Pussy said. “She never blinks at lights, never.”

Her man was here.

Opening her eyes once again she turned toward his voice, and saw one of the handsomest men she had ever seen.

She could see.

Her eyes were working.

Sasha panicked, and screamed.

Chapter Nine

The following morning, Stink woke up to Sandy curled in his arms. She looked so beautiful sleeping peacefully. His wife. There was no way he was letting her go. She’d had her chance to walk away, and she didn’t take it. Now, he was going to prove to her that she had been missing out on some of the best things in life.

It was only a little after seven. He’d been fucking her until four in the morning, and she had passed out from all the sex. Stink had only needed a few hours sleep. Years of taking quick powernaps had meant he rarely had a full night’s sleep.

His cell phone started ringing, and he reached behind him, hoping to catch it before Sandy woke up.

“Stink,” he said, failing as Sandy opened her eyes, stretching out, and yawning.

“It’s Lash. The gang that we took out last night used to run coke deals for Gonzalez. They went under the radar, and have since been working for Andrew.”

“How does one go from coke deals to hits?”

“Three mil upfront, with the promise of another three mil when the job is done.”

“Six? That’s a lot of money.”

“A lot of money, and Whizz is working on Andrew’s funds right now. We’re going to be having church today. We’ve got to discuss some shit. Can you get home?” Lash asked.

“Yeah, we’re heading home today anyway.”

“There’s going to be nothing left for you. Nash has some anger management issues. I should get him to look at that.”

Stink chuckled. “They went after his girl, I can understand their anger.” He watched as Sandy sat up, stretching out her muscles. Her hips had fingerprint bruises from him. He rather liked seeing his marks on her body.

“I didn’t hold him back. You might want to tell Sandy that Sasha is awake, and get this—she can fucking see.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she looked at Pussy and screamed even with the tube in her mouth. I heard it was scary as fuck.”

“I’ll tell her.”

“See you soon, brother.”

Stink hung up.

“What’s going on?” Sandy asked, turning to look at him.

“Sasha can finally see.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” He laughed. “Wow, she can see. I bet it scared the shit out of her seeing what she married.”

“Don’t be mean. The doctor always said that the brain affects everyone differently. Sasha just handled it a little differently.”

Stink nodded. “Well, she can see.”

“What’s going on?”

“Whizz has got some information. The guys that attacked us, the club are handling them.”

“We’ve got to be heading back?”

Stink reached out, cupping her cheek. “We put Andrew in the ground, you and me, we’ll go for a real honeymoon, no excuses.”

“I’d like that. I’ve been thinking about going back to the hospital for a little time.”

“Have you missed it?”

“Yeah, I have. I love the club, and I don’t want that to change. I’ll always be with them.”

“You took your break, and now it’s time to go back.”

“That’s how I’m feeling,” she said, resting her cheek against his palm. “We got married.”

“We got married.” They both smiled, and Stink let out a breath. “No regrets?”

“None.” She kissed his palm. “Why would I have regrets? This is what I want.”

“You’re not going to wait for a man who can smell.”

“Why? I can break wind and you won’t complain.”

He laughed.

The smile dropped from her face. “We’ve got to go back. Our little bubble is about to break.”

“Yeah, for a short time.”

He kissed her lips, and pulled away. “Let’s get going.”

****

“They have taken them,” Russell said.

“I know!” Andrew placed his hand over his shoulder. That fucking whore, Angel, had really gotten him good. He hadn’t anticipated her being prepared for him.
Fuck!
Now the fucking bastards had taken out the little gang who’d taken three mil to do the hit.

“Also, it looks like some of their Nomad Chapter are coming to town.”

This was not what he had planned.

“What would you like me to do?”

“I want to get inside that fucking clubhouse, and I want to kill the bitch who thought she could put a knife inside me.”

Russell sighed. “Andrew, you ever thought of just letting this go?”

“Letting it go!” He spat each word out, turning to glare at Russell. “They fucking started this.” They had taken the man who supplied his toys, and they had called to him. Andre had been prepared to take Jessica, but then The Skulls had gotten involved. As far as he was concerned, this was payback.

Gash had turned his back on him, and he’d taken out his revenge by putting him in prison. Now they were back, and he was pissed.

“You’re losing.”

He spun around to face Russell. “Excuse me?”

“The Skulls have a history of taking a hit, and coming back harder than ever.”

“I have killed some of their men and women. I’ve taken limbs, and I’ve wounded them. I have one of their women at my fucking disposal. How the fuck am I losing?” He advanced on Russell, slamming him against the wall. “Tell me, Russell, how am I losing?”

“You’re not, Sir.”

“All I did was anticipate them reacting a different way.” Andrew did have plans for the gang to attack again. With his own injury, he hadn’t acted swiftly enough. Angel, he was going to fucking murder that bitch. “Bring me the whores,” he said.

He’d get what he wanted one way or the other.

****

Three hours later

She was going to die. Paris stared up from the floor where she was bleeding. One of her eyes was swollen shut, and her body ached in places she didn’t even think was possible. She had offered enough of a distraction for Lola, though. Providing the other woman did what she asked, there was a chance they could get out of this mess.

Whatever had angered Andrew, it hadn’t put him in the mood to fuck, which she was thankful for.

Please, Lola, please send it.

“What do you want me to do?” Lola asked.

“I want you to get The Skulls’ and Chaos Bleeds’ attention. I want their eyes on me, and their women as well.”

“I don’t know—”

“Figure it out, otherwise it’s going to be you there.”

****

Stink was fucking tired. He had dropped Sandy off at the hospital, and made his way straight to the warehouse. Their bikes were parked outside, and the two clubs were standing in the main gym, which they had used for training many times. They really needed to do something with this warehouse. The old tumble down building that had once housed the Savage Brothers MC was being turned into a gym for the locals.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Devil said, coming to stand next to him.

He held his hand up that the gold ring was on. “You heard right.”

“Fuck, man, I never thought you and Sandy would tie the knot. Must be something in the air.”

“What do you mean?”

“Simon today told me he wanted to marry Tabitha before we head home. Kid’s got it bad, like really bad.” Devil shook his head. “I don’t even want to think about what I’ve got to do with his ass when he’s grown up.”

“He’ll be a teenager and moving onto other girls.”

“Yeah, that’s what Tiny thinks. I doubt it.”

“Why?”

“There’s just something about my son. He’s stubborn, but when it comes to Tab, he’s different. Even I see it.”

“Maybe a Skulls Bleeds one day.” Stink chuckled.

“Not happening. We’re friends, but the clubs will never be bound together.”

“Is it something you forbid?”

“Fuck yeah. I worked hard making my club what is it. Settling down in Piston County was not a decision I took lightly.”

“What happened?”

“What do you think fucking happened? I saw Lexie, and that was it. I was gone for everyone, and every fucking thing. That woman will be the death of me, I’m sure of it.”

There was a smile playing on his lips that told Stink, he loved every second of it. “Would you give it up?”

“No. I wouldn’t.” He snorted. “When I was younger, I truly believed relationships were for pussies. There was not one woman who could keep this man down. I went through hundreds of women, maybe even thousands, believing that.” Devil shook his head. “Then, one fucking whore got pregnant by me, and I follow her to a small little backward town of Piston County. There I saw a stripper who was not only the whore’s sister, but she was stripping to feed
my son
. That’s right. Lexie has a heart of gold, and she took her clothes off for my little boy. She didn’t know anything about him, other than her sister dumped him on her. You tell me how someone could walk away from that?”

“It helps that we all settled down there,” Dick said, coming to take a seat.

“Even Dick has found his old lady.”

“Look at all of us. Ripper, Curse, Pussy, Death, Snake, and now Spider,” Dick said.

“We’ve got to get Paris back,” Devil said.

“We will.” This came from Dick.

“You know, while you’re all saying how good it is to have settled down, what about me? Huh?” Sinner asked. “Then there’s Slash, Dime, Butler, Reese, Sexy, Guts, and Charlie, Smithy as well. There’s plenty of us that haven’t settled down.”

“I’m an ex-addict,” Butler said.

“So am I,” Dick said. “I’ve settled down. Martha’s everything.”

“Yeah, well, tell me how you get a girl to see that you want them,” Baker said, coming to take a seat.

Stink smirked. “Millie still giving you a hard time?”

“She’s not giving me any time. I thought after the shooting I’d get some reprieve. Other than talking to me when she has to, she hasn’t said two words to me.”

“Millie, she’s that sexy toy shop owner, right?” Sinner asked. “Got nice curves on her, and a fine ass.”

Baker stood, his hands going to fists as he stared at Sinner. “You’ll stay away from her.”

Sinner held his hands up. “Just making an appreciative observation. That woman has a smoking hot body, and any man would want to hold her curves as they rode her sweet pussy.”

Baker lunged, but the club was ready. Stink got to his feet, wrestling him back.

“You go near Millie, and I’ll fucking kill you,” Baker said.

Stink was surprised by the strength of Baker. So much so that he was struggling to hold him back. Fucker was tough.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Lash asked, coming toward them, and gripping Baker by the collar. With a tug he’d separated them.

“Ask your boy here,” Sinner said.

Lash glared at Devil. “Get your fucking boy under control.”

Devil was laughing as he held his hands up in surrender.

“As for you, Baker, your problem with Millie is your own. Another guy can look at her all he wants. You haven’t claimed her, and if you ask me, keep manhandling her, you’re not going to. Millie doesn’t like that. Any of us fuckers can see that,” Lash said.

“And you handled Angel so damn well?” Baker asked.

Lash held up his hand with his wedding ring on. “Look at that fucker! I handled my woman because I know Angel. What do you know about Millie?”

“She owns a toy shop.”

“Yeah? I knew that Angel was a damn good cook, a sweetheart, with a quiet loving to her. She wasn’t going to love brazen, or loud. Find out what she likes, and then work to be what she likes.” Lash shook his head. “We came here to conduct business. You need to get your shit together. They were fucking with you.”

Sinner nodded, giggling. “Dude, you’ve got it bad. I’d sort it out before you get an anger management problem.”

“I’m sorry.”

Lash went to open his mouth, but just then ringing started. They all turned toward Whizz. He’d installed top of the art technology that also included a large television for them to watch any game they wanted while they were there. It was where they had brought Nash to do a radical detox.

“What the fuck?” Whizz picked up the phone, and the computer came to life. With everything connected to the internet including the television, it was a quick way to access it.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Andrew said, coming into view.

Stink tensed up, recognizing the son of a bitch from many years ago. Back then he didn’t like the fucker, and he still didn’t. This man had killed their own, and enjoyed it. He’d taken kids and women as well. No one brought women and kids into a problem. This man, as far as Stink was concerned, had to go.

“Ah, I see my brother Gash is there. Hey, brother.”

“How’s the arm?” Gash asked.

The change on Andrew was instant, the anger, the rage showing across his face. Angel had gotten to him. “What can I say? It’s not the first time a little whore was about to betray me. How’s Charlotte? Can she have your kids yet? The last one I took from her would be perfect bait right now, wouldn’t it? Maybe I’ll take the next one, and the next.”