Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) (18 page)

“Take your sorry, and shove it up your ass. We know you’ve got fucking issues,” Lash said. His voice suddenly went high-pitched. “Oh, my leg. Someone help me, I want to kill the fucker who shot me.” His voice went deep again, normal. “News flash, this was just fucking bait to a larger fucking fish. Men and women have fucking died! Men and women, even fucking kids are in the hospital because of these two fuckers.” Lash hit the roof of the car. Spider was under no illusions that given the choice, Lash would rather be pummeling him.

Once they got back to the clubhouse, they parked toward the back, and Spider climbed out, watching as they carried the body to the back. He lost sight of them, but he heard Lash ranting and raving.

“I’m sorry, man, I didn’t think,” Spider said. Pussy was leaning against the side of the van.

“No, you didn’t. The club is about more than you, and you failed it tonight, Spider.”

“But—”

“You don’t need to explain why you did it. I get it. We all get it. We’re just seeing the bigger picture. That guy could have led us to Andrew. It could have been over tonight. Instead, it’s going to keep on going on now.”

Spider watched as Pussy walked away. He’d fucked up, in a big way. This was not going to be easily solved.

****

Andrew paced up and down the length of the small room. Russell had gone out to do some recon on the hospital. No one but Spider knew what he looked like, and Russell could see what was going on with The Skulls. Going to the clubhouse was too much risk. Besides, Andrew wanted Lola and Paris taken care of. No loose ends. Maybe Russell was right. He should have left The Skulls alone. Russell had been gone for well over an hour. Andrew had not heard from him, and he didn’t like that. Yes, he had fucked up, and Whizz had taken him by surprise. Both clubs had been more than he could handle. Instead of leaving them alone, he hadn’t, and now, he was fucked. There was no doubt that The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds were going to win, but even as he thought it, he couldn’t believe it. Andrew was not one to be beat down. He always found an out. Now, he was trapped, and relying solely on what little money he had on him and on Russell. He’d been stupid not to find some way to pay Russell. Instead, he’d always paid the kid in cash.

Being locked in a motel for the past couple of days was driving him crazy. Especially as the money he’d spent taking the room was running out. Russell had to go and get them food, pay for housekeeping, and all that shit. His face was on the news, every fucking day. If he was playing a game of chess, he’d be in check.

Not checkmate. Not yet.

Andrew still had a few contacts. It all depended on how loyal they were to him. Once the money was gone, he didn’t have anything else. Whizz had royally fucked him.

I’ll get him back.

Even as he thought it, he had to wonder how.

He’d built himself up because people had forgotten who he was. No one had cared about Gash’s brother, or what had become of him. Over the years, he’d appealed to lonely old women. He’d fucked them, married them, gotten them to change their wills, killed them, and gotten rich. Andrew had a knack for acting like a victim.

Sometimes the police had asked him about his previous wives, and he’d sob, asking why it was always him? Why did he lose the women he loved?

If they suspected anything, they could never prove it. His money, his wealth, his power had only grown until he was able to do it without diving into some wrinkled old pussy. There he’d found Gonzalez, and he was granted access to as many women and girls he wanted. Master was born, and the power had been all his.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he thought about all the women over the years he had begging at his feet. They had wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let them. No, he’d held their freedom in his palm, and each day he gave a little ray of hope, only to squash it into the dirt. He loved doing that. Andrew loved to break them down until they were empty shells. Only then would he finally give them peace, killing them.

It wasn’t over. He didn’t accept that it was over, not now, not ever.

Grabbing his cell phone, he put a call through to Russell’s phone. They would get out of this, he was sure of it.

****

“The fucking corpse is ringing!” Lash said, stepping back.

They all glanced down at the remains of Andrew’s little sidekick, the sound of a ringing telephone seeming so loud in the quiet of the fields outside the back of the clubhouse. Lash had stored many dead bodies out here. Sometimes he’d left them for the wild animals to come and take. He’d never let his kids or his woman wander around here.

Devil stepped toward the man, touching his pockets.

They found a cell phone. The name of the caller was Andrew. “He’s fucking calling,” Devil said.

“Answer it,” Tiny said.

“Wait.” Sinner held his hand up. “What if Whizz can trace the call?”

“Do we even know what Russell sounds like?” Lash asked.

The call went to answer phone. Lash stared at the phone, and seconds later it started ringing again.

“If we don’t answer this soon, he’s going to stop calling,” Devil said.

“Answer it,” Death said.

Devil slid his thumb across the green phone sign, and clicked it on speaker.

“Russell, where the fuck are you?”

“Busy,” Lash said, speaking up.

Glancing up he saw the men looking at him. Holding his hands up, he shrugged. He was taking a fucking gamble.

“What’s it look like at the hospital? We good to leave?” Andrew asked.

“What?” Lash kept it to one word answers. A weird-sounding person was hard to detect with one-word answers.

“Are we good to go? You were going to pay Paris a visit, right? I told you I didn’t want any loose ends. She’s got to go, and so does Lola.”

Lash looked at Devil. The leader of the Chaos Bleeds crew was struggling to keep it together.

“Yeah, clear,” Lash said.

“Clear? What the fuck does that mean? Did you kill her or not? Have you killed Lola?”

“She’s dead. They’re dead.”

There was another pause on the phone. The sound of Andrew’s heavy breathing was easily detected.

“This isn’t Russell, is it?”

“Long time, no see,” Tiny said, speaking up. “Surely you remember me?”

Another short pause where none of them spoke.

“Tiny, leader of The Skulls.”

“Former leader.”

“Ah, how is Lash handling The Skulls? Personally I think you need a change of leadership. He’s not doing well at all. Then again, you did send a baby to do a man’s job. No wonder he’s not holding up to it.”

“Send a baby to do a man’s job. Isn’t that what you’re doing with Russell?” Devil asked. “Not even man enough to finish the girls off yourself. You’re nothing but a coward.”

“Ah, Devil. How is your son? Does he know Lexie’s not his real momma yet? You see, nothing gets past me.”

“Apart from money. Tell me, Andrew, what’s it like to live in a little box, and never be allowed to go anywhere? Your face looks really beautiful on the news. Cops are raiding your places. I have to say, it sucks to be you right about now,” Lash said.

“You think you’re so fucking smart. I’m going to kill Angel, but first I’m going to take my time with her, get her used to the feel of my dick as I tear her apart. After I’m done, I’ll give her to Russell—”

“Russell’s dead, asshole,” Lash said.

Andrew was beaten, and he heard it. Looking at the men beside him, his brothers during this war, he saw the same on their faces. Andrew had lost, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

“No!”

“Wrong. Spider beat him to death. He’s got no brain left,” Devil said. “Why don’t you just hand yourself over, and we end this? Clearly, you’re not a very good enemy if we’re having to do the damage for you.”

“You made a big mistake.”

The call ended, and Lash looked around at the men. “Does anyone care?” he asked.

“No,” Devil said. “He was bluffing. I heard it in his voice. He doesn’t have anything to go on.” Devil sighed. “You know, this has actually been interesting.”

“Interesting?” Lash continued to dig down. He was tired, and he wanted to curl up with his woman, and instead, he was digging a fucking grave, for a bastard who didn’t deserve it. “I’d call this fucked up, not interesting.”

“It brought us all together. We’re out digging a grave. I’d say that’s pretty fucking great,” Sinner said.

Lash shook his head. “Remind me to never get on your guys’ bad side. Tiny, I thought our club was badass.”

“Our club
is
badass.”

Laughing, Lash climbed out of the pit that he’d dug, and they shoved Russell into it.

“Does anyone want to say anything?” Lash asked.

None of them did.

“What can I say, buddy, next time, pick your friends wisely.” Lash started to scatter the dirt over the body.

Before he let his woman kiss him, he was going to take a shower, and scrub his skin. He was fucking filthy.

“So, when is the wedding going to be?” Lash asked.

“Wedding?” Devil spoke up.

“Yeah, Simon and Tabitha. It’s going to happen. Will you make them do it in secret, or after he’s gotten her pregnant?”

“Lash, I love you like a son, but if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I swear I’m going to hurt you,” Tiny said.

Lash laughed, putting the finishing dirt on the grave. “Done.”

Heading back toward the clubhouse, they were just about to enter when Whizz came out. “I’ve got him.”

Chapter Thirteen

“When I’m grown up I’m going to be part of a gang,” Gash said.

“No, you’re not.” Andrew giggled.

“Am too. I’m going to be big and strong.”

“Whatever. Gangs are stupid. I’m going to be the most powerful warrior in all the world, and I’m going to hurt you.” Andrew’s voice grew dark as he picked up his imaginary sword. “No one can defeat me.”

“My fists are made of pure steel. No one can harm me.”

Gash woke up with a gasp.

“Are you okay?” Charlotte asked. She was shaking him, and he nodded.

“Of course.”

“You were shouting. Fists of pure steel or something.”

Gash sat up, reaching over to turn the light on.

“Is everything okay?”

He nodded, rubbing at his eyes. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“It doesn’t sound like you’re fine.”

He glanced over at her, his woman, and took a deep breath. “I was dreaming about Andrew.”

“What about him?”

“About when we were kids, and he wasn’t so much a monster, but a little brother.”

“I guess you would. I take it he wasn’t always a monster?” she asked.

Gash licked his dry lips, needing a drink. Grabbing his empty glass, he got his feet, and made his way into the bathroom. Pouring himself some water, he took a large drink, and entered the bathroom.

Charlotte glanced down his body, and he smirked.

“You just can’t help but admire the goods.”

“They’re damn good goods.” She winked at him, dropping the blanket so he got to see her full tits.

His cock started to swell.

“Tell me about this dream of yours.”

Running fingers through his hair, he blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I was remembering when we were kids, and we used to play around. It was a long time ago.”

“Are you having regrets about killing him?”

“No, I’m not. I’m just, I’m trying to figure out what went wrong, you know? He was a good kid for a little while, and then he started doing all this bad shit.” He shrugged.

“I don’t know what it takes to make a man like Andrew. He’s pretty sick and twisted.”

“Yeah, and I’m not. That’s what I’m saying. What if somewhere down the road, there’s a switch?”

“That doesn’t happen in real life. What you’re saying happens in movies.”

He opened his mouth to talk, but someone knocked. “Who is it?”

“It’s Stink. It’s time. Whizz found him.”

Gash tensed up and looked toward Charlotte. “I’ll be there.”

He went to his jeans and tugged them up his thighs.

“If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” she said.

Gash went to the bed, and held her face, staring into her eyes.

“He locked you in a building, trapped you, and set the building on fire.”

“Gash? He was your brother.”

“He framed me for rape and murder, and I got sent to prison. The boy I was remembering in my dream, that’s not the man he is now. He’s not even worth thinking about, and I’m angry at myself for not seeing it before.” He pressed his lips against hers. “I love you, Charlotte. I’m going to get our life back, one way or the other.”

He kissed her again, and grabbed his shirt, followed by his leather jacket. “I’ll call you as soon as I know more.”

****

Charlotte pulled a shirt over her head and moved toward the window. Once again she watched as Gash rode away, outside of the clubhouse grounds. Would this be the last time she saw him? Would she see him again? She didn’t know the answer to that question, and it scared her.

Leaving the bedroom, she made her way downstairs, and wasn’t surprised when she saw most of the women there. Angel was once again making hot chocolate. Lexie and Eva were there this time. Jessica, Sandy, all of the women, apart from the ones who were still in the hospital.

“What’s going to happen with Lola?” Lacey asked.

“We don’t know. Her parents are due tomorrow. They got waylaid due to traffic. Whizz wants to be there with Lash, doesn’t he?” Angel asked.

“Yeah. Whizz is rather protective of her,” Lacey said.

“I’m not surprised. Lola was very brave to do what she did,” Charlotte said, entering the room. She was one of the latest women to be part of The Skulls. She didn’t feel like she belonged. Angel was the most accepting. The other women seemed to stare at her.

Rose pulled out a chair, smiling.

Or maybe Charlotte wasn’t used to being part of large crowds of women.

“Thank you.”

“It’s a big night. Stressful. Hardy’s gone. The twins are resting,” Rose said.

“It was nice having Butch back,” Tate said. “I’ve missed him.”

Several women agreed.

“I know Alex misses his son,” Eva said. “It’s sad that he doesn’t see him more often.”

“It’s nothing we can do. It’s between Cheryl and Alex,” Rose said.

“I always thought he’d make a good dad,” Angel said. “He’s good to Tabitha and the kids. I don’t see why he wouldn’t be with his own.”

Charlotte accepted the cup of hot chocolate.

The tension in the room mounted as they all waited for their men to get back home. Charlotte wanted Andrew dead, and with Gash’s sudden conscience, she hoped he was able to do it, for all of their sakes.

****

Riding toward the motel where Whizz said Andrew was staying, Stink’s heart raced with anticipation. He wanted this to be over. He wanted Andrew to be dead, and for them all to be getting on with their lives.

Lash and Devil drove the truck that they intended to transport him on. They were not going to kill him at a motel. This kind of business was for them to take back to the warehouse.

To Stink, it seemed surreal that they were riding toward this moment. For so long they had all been suffering at Andrew’s hands, his actions having hurt them all. Some of them would be remembering Andrew’s actions for the rest of their lives, like Sally.

With the motel in sight, Stink fell behind Tiny as they approached. All three clubs heading toward one man, one man who had killed, tortured, and raped. After tonight, Andrew wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

Parking his bike, Stink sat, waiting.

They had all agreed Gash was to be the one to bring him out. Devil reversed the van, and both leaders climbed out, opening the back.

Gash made his way toward the motel room door, Whizz by his side.

The door was kicked in, and it was time for the show to begin.

“Not a lot of this happens in Vegas,” Butch said.

“Fighting?”

“No, riding. I don’t get riding all that much. Vegas is a busy fucking place. I’d probably get run over.”

“It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back. At least, it’s good to be helping you guys again. I fucked up in the past, and I’m hoping to right that wrong.”

****

“Are you ready for this?” Whizz asked.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“He’s your brother. I’d understand if this is hard for you.”

Gash glanced over at Whizz, and shook his head. “He stopped being my brother a long time ago.”

Raising his foot, he kicked the door in. Andrew was sitting on the bed, staring at his cell phone.

“Well, I’d say this was a surprise, but then we both know different,” Andrew said, looking up at them.

The anger on his face was plain to see.

“Hello, brother,” Gash said.

“Hello, Gash. Long time no see. Charlotte still alive?”

He stared at his brother.

“Yeah, she is. You got her out of that burning building, and I royally fucked up.” Andrew pointed at his cell phone, blowing out a breath. “Whizz, you beat me at my own game.”

“I wasn’t playing a game.”

“No? Didn’t anything of what we’ve been doing get you all excited?” Andrew asked.

Whizz simply stared back, bored.

“Wow, you’re no fun. How does Lacey put up with you? She looks like a girl who knows how to party. Maybe she can have her fun with the one legged daughter, Sally.”

Whizz’s hands tightened into fists, which was the only sign he was pissed.

“You knew this moment was going to come,” Gash said.

Andrew laughed. “You know what? I didn’t. I really didn’t anticipate this.” He turned to look back at Whizz. “Tell me where I fucked up?”

“You told us who you were. The moment you did that, I could go back, and track your movements to this moment. Every single marriage, will, deed, you name it. I found it.”

“Russell told me my ego was going to be my undoing.” Andrew shook his head. “I didn’t think it was going to be his.”

“Did you actually like Russell?” Gash asked.

“Yeah, I did. He was … special. Like a nice little pet. He thought the world of me, and in this shitty little world, you’ve got to find the people that mean something to you.”

Gash stared at his brother, and for a split second back with Charlotte, he had felt guilty of what he had to do. Knowing what Andrew had done, every sick, twisted thing, he felt nothing.

Stepping forward, Gash grabbed him. Andrew fought, brandishing a weapon, but Andrew was no match for him. Easily, Gash got the knife from him, and tossed it away. Securing Andrew’s wrists, Gash started to drag him out of the hotel room. Staring at his brothers, The Skulls, Chaos Bleeds, and the Nomads, Gash gripped Andrew’s hair, and forced his blood brother to look. “You got off on making them hurt. Now look at them.”

“Do you think this scares me? This is nothing,” Andrew said.

Holding him tightly, Gash felt Andrew shaking, which was the truth. The words coming from his mouth were a lie.

“So this is it. So brave of you all to take down one man.”

It wasn’t just one man.

Andrew had proven that he had the power, and the manipulation to drive others. This was more than one man. It was about what he was also capable of doing.

“I wonder if I should feel proud of this moment,” Andrew said. “None of you thought I was worth being part of your club. Now, I have all of your attention.”

“Is this what it was all about? Wanting to belong to a club?” Gash asked.

“Pathetic. No, it was about power. I was happy. I had a regular supply of girls, and I didn’t cause any problems.”

“You killed people,” Tiny said. “Women and girls, even men. You spread their bodies in your wake, and you don’t think that was a problem?”

“Come on, they were all whores. No one really missed them.” Andrew scoffed at him.

Gash stared at his brother, and knew if he didn’t kill him, if the club didn’t kill him, this was only going to come and bite them in the ass.

“I’m going to ride in the back with him.”

“Are you ready for that?” Lash asked.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Oh, big brother is going to spank me. I’ve been a very naughty boy.”

Gash secured Andrew’s wrists with the metal cuffs and climbed in the back of the truck. Devil, Spider, and Lash would all hear whatever Andrew had to say. Spider wasn’t in any position to keep Devil and Lash safe, and Gash wouldn’t risk Andrew getting away.

Shoving into a seat, Gash kept his gaze on him.

“Well, this is cozy. It’s not the high life I’m used—”

“So you got rich by vulnerable older women falling for you?”

“Vulnerable. That’s a big word for you, big brother.”

“Cut the crap.”

“All right. I have a stellar tongue, absolutely wicked, and most of the women I teased loved it.” Andrew shrugged. “You see, lonely women are so easy to take down because they’ve been used in the past. I find women who are divorced, or a little ugly. They couldn’t refuse when a guy like me came along, ready and willing to take them.”

“You gave them a good time, made them fall in love with you, and then what?”

“I got in their will, and after that, they met a horrible end. It was ever that came first. One was a suicide. Very sad. Another was tripping on heels falling down the stairs. What can I say? I improvise a lot.” Andrew sighed. “I had some good times. Look at all of you, settling down. Lash has his little Angel now. What will you do with him when Angel dies? Guy can’t even function without her. It’s sad, pathetic, and to be honest not really worth my time.”

“You could have been an uncle by now.”

“I could have been a father. I did kill one of my favorite girls because she got pregnant.” Andrew shook his head. “What a waste. She even fell in love with me, was willing to do everything I asked. It was such a shame to waste her, but I don’t do kids. Speaking of, how is little Simon doing? You do realize one day he’s going to figure out Lexie’s not his momma, right?”

Devil didn’t respond.

“You’re not going to be around to see it,” Spider said.

“I know. Such a shame. So, I’m going to die tonight. I’m going to miss out on a great deal, but I’ve had a good life. Not many men can say they bagged a virgin. Apart from you, Gash, you got one with Charlotte. I got mine in Paris. Her pussy was so damn tight.” Andrew groaned. “I’ve never had a pussy so good.”