Her hands were resting on his back while he stared
down at her. His cock was flaccid but remained inside her.
“I don’t want to think about tomorrow,” he said.
“Then let’s not.
We’ve got tonight together.”
He released her body, pulling out of her tight warmth.
Standing up, he tugged on her hand and picked her up in his arms.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“We’re going to have a wash and then we’re going to
fuck. I’m banning talk for the rest of the night. You don’t need to worry about
the future. I’ll take care of all of our futures.”
Entering the bathroom, he was careful not to bang her
head on the doorframe. She rested her head against his chest.
He liked doing this, holding his woman in his arms and
caring for her. Lexie gave him a reason for living. Turning the shower on, he
placed her on the floor and brought her closer to him.
“Now, I’m going to wash you, and you’re going to love
every second that I touch you.” He pushed her hair off her shoulders, revealing
her body to his touch.
The future could wait while he spent the night loving
her.
Chapter Eighteen
Staring down at his woman, who was finally sleeping
after a night of loving, Devil was tempted to climb back in bed and stay with
her. He couldn’t do it no matter how much he wanted to. The rest of the club
was going to be waiting for him. Some of his men were staying behind to look
after the women, but several of his men were coming with him. Even as he
thought this, he didn’t walk away from her. In sleep she looked relaxed, happy.
He didn’t want to cause her any more pain.
“No matter what happens, Lex, I love you.” He pressed
a kiss to her head and left the room. Phoebe was stood across the hall,
grasping Vincent’s jacket.
“Please, don’t go,” she said.
“I’ve got to, baby. I can’t stay here knowing the risk
that bastard poses to our kids.”
Phoebe looked up to him. “You’ll take care of him,
right? Make sure he comes back to me alive.”
Devil nodded. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure
we all come back alive.”
Phoebe still didn’t look happy. The tears were falling
from her face faster than Vincent could wipe them away.
“You’re going to stay with Lex, right?” Devil asked,
trying to distract her.
“Yes.”
“When we’re done today I want to pick Lexie up so we
can get on the road. Make sure she packs. I don’t care what you do, but make
sure she has enough for a few days. I called Tiny. He’s pulled the wedding to
the day after tomorrow. Gonzalez should be making his way out of town today.”
Devil had plenty of plans, not all of them including the other club. He wasn’t
bluffing when it came to The Skulls. When Gonzalez was dead, they were over as
a family.
“I’ll make sure she packs and has everything with her.
Do you want me to pack for the kids?” Phoebe released Vincent, wiping the tears
from her face as she did.
This was the point he was undecided. If Gonzalez knew
them like he made out then he knew Devil wouldn’t leave his kids behind for a
family event. To the outside world, this wedding was a family event.
“Yes, pack the kids.” They were not getting near the
town hall, but whoever was watching them would see that he had every intention
of participating.
“She’s not going to like it, Devil. Lexie’s not going
to want the kids involved in all of this.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Tell her to trust me.
I know what I’m doing, and plans are already in motion to make it all work.” It
wasn’t a lie, or at least as far as he was aware, it wasn’t a lie.
“Okay, I’ll tell her.” Phoebe returned her gaze to
Vincent. “Be careful.”
Devil watched as Vincent reached out, sinking his
fingers into Phoebe’s hair. “I’m always careful.”
Feeling like a voyeur to the kiss, Devil turned away
to give the couple their moment. Phoebe moaned, and seconds later Vincent cleared
his throat. Together they made their way downstairs. He heard Phoebe quietly close
the door.
“If you don’t want to do this then you can change
places with someone else. I’m not forcing men to do this,” Devil said. He liked
Phoebe and Vincent, always had, and the thought of separating the two love-birds
filled him with regret.
“No, I need to do this. I’ve seen what Gonzalez has
done to us. I don’t want to walk away unless I know Gonzalez is not fucking
breathing.” The determination in Vincent relieved Devil a little.
“Okay. We can do this, and we’ll be back to our women
in no time.” Devil walked downstairs to find his men waiting for him.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Vincent said. “If
not, you’re going to get us all killed.”
“I know what I’m doing.” Devil nodded to all of the
men. He wasn’t going to risk talking to them. If Lexie rushed downstairs
begging him not to go then he’d give in. This had to be done, and he had to
trust Phoebe to do as he asked.
They all left the clubhouse, climbing on their bikes.
Taking one last look behind him, Devil knew after
today nothing was ever going to be the same again.
The sound of the engines filled the air. One by one
they filed out of the compound heading toward Jerry’s house. He made sure all
the men knew where they were going to go first. Several feet from Jerry’s
house, Devil stopped, parking his bike. Climbing off, he made his way toward
Jerry’s front door. When he was covered by plenty of trees and shade, he drew
his gun.
Knocking on the door, Devil waited.
Seconds later a woman opened the door. She sported a
black eye, and the shirt she wore was covered in blood. Grabbing her arm, Devil
spun her so that her back was pressed to his front. “Don’t make a fucking sound
and you’ll live.”
She nodded. Pushing her toward the men, he saw them
all preparing her down the line. Someone would take her to a safe house and
join them shortly.
Going through the door, Devil took his time entering
the house. Jerry’s place smelled of pot, sex, and death. Passing one of the
rooms, he saw a woman with bruises around her neck lying on the floor. The
stench of death was foulest in that room.
“Bitch, who was at the door?” A man yelled from the
direction of the kitchen.
Devil signaled to the men that shit was about to get
ugly. He hoped they had the surprise factor about them.
“Bitch, you better fucking
answer
me.”
Staying still, Devil raised his gun, ready to fire.
“Bitch!”
The man appeared out of the kitchen door, looking
ready to commit murder. Devil didn’t give him chance to get away. He fired his
weapon. He didn’t have a silencer on the gun, and within seconds they had at
least three other men on their ass. Charging for the man in the kitchen, Devil smashed
the man’s face against the counter.
“Make sure they don’t make a call,” Devil said,
yelling the words for his men to hear. Wrapping a towel around the man’s
throat, Devil put all of his weight behind it, cutting off the man’s air. He
held tightly, refusing to back down.
When the man made no move to fight, Devil released
him. Touching his pulse, he found he was dead.
“Devil, we’re all okay. They were too high on fucking
drugs to get a clear shot off,” Pussy said.
“I’ve sent a couple of girls off with Butler. The
others are dead,” Death said.
Looking around the kitchen, Devil shook his head.
“Yeah, they’ve used Jerry’s place as their own little sex and drug den.”
He left the kitchen and found his men waiting in the
center of the main hall.
“I didn’t have to leave this spot,” Snake said. “This
is shit.”
“They’re hitting the strip club,” Vincent said. “I got
kicked out a few weeks ago, and I’ve not been allowed back in since. They’ve
got hookups all over the place.”
“Why wasn’t I told?” Devil asked, angry that he’d
truly lost shit in his own town.
“You were in Fort Wills, and we were making drops
left, right, and center,” Vincent said. “We’ve got shit loads to deal with.”
Devil shook his head. He’d fucked up.
“Then we weed them out one by one. I don’t want any
memory of Gonzalez in this town.”
Dialing
Tiny’s
number, Devil
waited for the man to answer.
“We’re all set for tomorrow,” Tiny said.
“Good. I want Whizz to get online and get me
information on all of Gonzalez’s businesses in Piston County. I don’t care what
it takes or what it costs. That fucker is being wiped from my town today.”
He heard Tiny shout the order.
“Butch has been in touch with Gonzalez. He’s on his
way to town.”
“Good. I’m making sure our men don’t get the chance of
making a call. Gonzalez put all of his men to work, and some of them will be
with him in Fort Wills. Keep an eye and get Whizz to look into who he’s got
connections with.”
“Will do.
How’s Judi?” Tiny asked.
Devil paused, looking at his men. Ripper’s absence was
felt by all of them. “She’s still in a coma. I don’t know if she’s going to
come out of it.” He hung up the phone. “Whizz will have all the details we
need.”
“Where are we going next?” Pussy asked.
“We’re going to pay a visit to our strip club. It’s
time we put that place to ground.” Devil left the house, feeling the weight of
Jerry’s death on his shoulders. Jerry, Ashley—they were deaths that should
never have happened.
“Boss, do you think this will work?” Pussy stood
beside his back as he straddled the machine.
“I don’t know if it will work, but it’ll certainly
make me feel better.” He turned on the engine, preparing his machine to take
off.
“I guess I have my doubts on what we can do.” Pussy
shrugged, heading back to his bike.
He watched his men ready to take off and follow him.
Are you doing the right thing?
He thought about Lexie, his kids, all the lost lives
he’d dealt with in the past. Yes, this was the right thing for him to do.
Taking Gonzalez out one by one was the only way for them to get their revenge.
The ride to the strip club was uneventful. They passed
the town as people got about their business. Some of the locals stopped to
watch them pass. He ignored all of them, including a couple of women who showed
off their breasts. Devil wasn’t in the mood to deal with a fan club for the
boys.
Outside of the strip club, he cut the engine, and he
didn’t even wait for his men. He started to move through the building, taking
down men. Girls and women screamed as they heard him coming.
His men started to fire bullets, aiming them at their
enemy. Each time he fired a bullet he saw Lexie the other morning with a gun
pointed at her head. He’d do everything in his power to protect her. Women
screamed, and he finished firing his gun. When he was done, he grabbed the
bottle of fuel he kept stored in the storage room for when he needed to fill
his bike up.
Emptying out the bottle of fuel, he spread it over the
room.
This was where he’d first met Lexie. The club that
drew him back to this town.
“Boss, what are you doing?” Pussy asked.
“I’m not risking anything. We don’t take Gonzalez out
then he’ll come back for her. I’m not giving Gonzalez a chance to ruin this for
us. If we fail then I don’t want to make life easy for him. Yeah, it will cost
us a lot of money to rebuild this place back up, but it’ll also piss him the
fuck off.” Taking one good look around the room, Devil turned back to his men.
He was preparing for everything. If they killed Gonzalez then he’d look at
setting up a different business, perhaps. Either way, the strip club was going
to go. “Get the fuck out.”
They all left the room, going out into the day’s
light. He took out his lighter and struck up the flame. Staring around the
room, he threw his lighter into the room and walked out.
Climbing onto his bike, Devil didn’t look back as he
drove away from the club. Burning down the strip club was a little extreme, but
after everything he’d witnessed, he didn’t want to have that club as part of
the crew or the future.
****
Butch looked at Alex as he relayed all that he knew
about Gonzalez. Their enemy was on the way to Fort Wills for the wedding. He
didn’t know how Eva had worked so fast to get the town hall booked or even the
decorations.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, he’s got several men on the force
who
will be there. He wants to take out several of our men
tomorrow. Whizz is going down and then Zero and Tiny. Gonzalez wants to tear
the clubs apart. He’s going to take out Devil and Pussy as well,” Butch said.
He didn’t know why Gonzalez gave him this information, but he was going to use
it to their advantage.