“We’re not going to kill him?” Zero asked.
“No. He’s given us the Savage Brothers’ location.
We’re going to take them out and finally rid our lives of everything that
Gonzalez touched. However, Whizz asked to have the blue-haired woman. He wants
to keep her by his side. I’ve agreed.”
“Do you think that’s fucking sensible?” Lash asked.
“She’s part of a club that almost fucking killed us. There’s no way that makes
any fucking sense to me. It’s fucking wrong.”
“Whizz asked this of me, and until I hand you over the
fucking gavel, you’ll accept my word as fucking law, understood?”
Lash nodded, still looking pissed.
“She came to us to protect Butch. You’ve got to
remember that. She didn’t want us to hurt him. I’m willing to give Whizz a
chance with this.” Tiny ran fingers through his hair. When all of this was over
he was going to call Eva out of the warehouse. There was no way he was going to
put her life at risk until he finished this off once and for all. Eva wouldn’t
completely agree with his plan, but it’s what he needed to do. “Are you with me
or not?”
Killer stepped forward first. “I’m in. I don’t want
the Savage Brothers alive. If others hear of a club who attacked like that and
made it out alive, we’ll be fucked all over again. I don’t want that. We do
this, and we do it now.”
One by one his men stepped forward, agreeing to take
out the Savage Brothers.
“When do we attack?” Alex asked.
Pulling out his cell phone, Tiny started typing a
message.
Whizz, you better have your woman. We’re coming now!
“We’re going to go and get them now.” Tiny glanced at
the hospital. For a long time it had felt like he’d lived inside those walls.
Eva, Angel, Sophia, his boys, all of his club had been locked within the
hospital walls because of different enemies. The hospital contained good
memories, bad memories, and the feeling of hope. Turning his back on the
hospital, he knew this was going to be a turning point in his life. Chaos
Bleeds and Devil were gone. He wasn’t going to call on them for help. Their
friendship was through, and there would be no way of a future between the two
clubs. He wouldn’t allow it. Gonzalez was gone and so were the men who posed
any kind of threat. Whizz had reached out to all of the other men, and they were
backing down. Ned would be coming to town soon, and everything was looking up.
Glancing up at the sky, he saw the sun was shining
bright. It was the start of something new, something different, but before he
could embrace that, he was going to kill the last of the Savage Brothers once
and for all.
Epilogue
The Skulls
Whizz entered the clubhouse. His hands were shaking as
he went toward the bar. Pouring himself a large shot of whiskey, he thought
about everything that had happened in the past few hours. Retaliation was
needed. If The Skulls let this slide then everyone was going to think they had
a chance to come to their town and take whatever revenge they saw fit. He
wasn’t going to let it happen. The club was all he had left after what he just
found out.
He should have put two and two together. Lacey wasn’t
all that much of a mystery. He’d found the records with ease once he had her
full name and knew where to look. She’d been raped, beaten, and left for dead.
Her crew, the Savage Brothers, had gotten her out alive. She’d been living with
them for the last twenty years. The Savage Brothers moved all the time. They
never stayed in the same place and were constantly on the move. They were good
at hiding. Whizz was older than she was by a couple of years.
A thirty year old woman with a past darker than his
and they’d come together in an explosion of chemistry. He knew Lacey wouldn’t
completely leave the hospital until she got a chance to talk to him. She’d been
following him to the graveyard the past couple of times. They’d both been
searching each other out like a couple of addicts searching for their next fix.
“Why are you here?” Whizz asked, swigging down the
shot. He knew she’d follow him. The way she looked at him in the town hall made
him aware of what she wanted from him. She didn’t want to end it like this. At
the hospital he’d gotten the same kind of vibe from her. He didn’t need to lure
her away from the Savage Brothers. Her being with him kept the Savage Brothers
in the same place. His club, The Skulls, could guarantee taking them out
without any problems so long as he kept Lacey with him. He’d received the text
from Tiny, and now all he had to wait for was the confirmation that the hit had
gone down without a problem.
“I couldn’t leave before I paid you another visit.”
He held his side, wincing. Whizz had decided to wait
until Sandy was free to stitch him up, and he was starting to regret that
decision.
“You haven’t got yourself stitched up?” she asked.
“I only trust a few people to touch my body. She’s in
the hospital recovering from her own wounds, and I’ve got away until she gets
out. No one else is touching up my wounds.”
Lacey clucked her tongue. “Spare me men with issues,”
she said. She moved toward the back of the bar, searching for a medical kit.
“There’s one behind the till,” Whizz said, watching
her. Even now, knowing who she was, he was turned on. He wanted inside her
tight pussy.
He tugged his shirt off as she rounded the bar. She
opened the medical kit and started working away at his cut. It wasn’t that bad,
but it still fucking stung.
His cell phone went off as she was working, and he
looked down at the text.
Tiny: We’re here. Keep her there.
Before Whizz entered the club, he knew she was
following him. He’d already sent Tiny a text to begin. Whizz knew he could keep
her there. Lacey wasn’t going to run from him yet. Pouring another healthy shot
of whiskey, he swallowed it down. What he was about to do sickened him, but it
needed to be done. She was going to hate him for a long time after this.
Once a Skull, always a Skull.
He took his loyalty within the club seriously. The
club was all he had left, and he’d die saving it.
Lacey cleaned up the wound, touching his body. In his
mind he saw the way she moaned as he fucked her hard and deep. Keeping his gaze
focused on her hands, he watched her peel away the back of the plaster to cover
his wound. She gave him a watery smile. “I don’t want you to hate me for
everything that’s happened.”
“I couldn’t hate you.”
She didn’t believe him, and he saw it in her eyes as
she stared back. “I would hate me for what I did. I knew who you were, yet I
couldn’t stop coming to see you.”
“So, the first meeting was a chance one.”
“Yes. I just wanted a coffee and to get away from the
others. It was all too much. I never expected the troubles that have come.” She
packed away all the trash and placed them in a pile.
Staring at her, he was struck by how beautiful she
was. Her body was covered in ink, her blue hair looking out of place, but she
was beautiful to him.
“The Savage Brothers, they didn’t mean to cause such a
mess. We’re already leaving. You won’t have to worry about us messing with your
club or causing problems again. I had to come and see you one last time.”
“Where are you going?” he asked, waiting for the text
to say the job was done.
“I don’t know.
Wherever Dalton and
Danny want to go.
I follow them.”
She made to leave. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm
and pressed her against the wall, stalling for time. He couldn’t let her leave
not until the whole job was done. Part of him knew he should be with his club,
but he had to be here to stop her from doing something crazy and stupid.
“Whizz, what
are you
doing?”
she asked.
“Before you go, I think it’s only fair for a goodbye
kiss,” he said.
Lacey moaned. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he
tilted her head back and claimed those tempting, lush lips. Sliding his tongue
within her mouth, Whizz couldn’t stop. He was taken over by pure pleasure. He
deepened the kiss, determined to rid his mind of the guilt he suffered for
stalling for time. He wanted her kiss more than anything else. His cell phone
beeped in his pocket. Her eyes were closed, and he pulled the phone up to see
the text.
Tiny: It’s done.
Pulling away, he stroked her cheek, knowing in his
heart he was going to break her heart.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
He took a step back and walked toward the bar. “Call
your crew.”
Pouring
himself
another shot
of whiskey, Whizz knew it was going to be his last one. She started pressing in
numbers.
“They’re not answering,” she said, seconds later,
panicking. “Why aren’t they answering?”
Staring back at her, Whizz rested against the bar.
“Do you really think The Skulls would let you leave
without any retribution? This is our town, our club, and you disrespected the rules
Tiny keeps in place.”
“What did you do?” she asked, tears filling her eyes.
Placing the shot glass down on the counter, Whizz
stared at her.
“They’re all dead. We couldn’t let their interference
stand. Tiny and the rest of The Skulls killed them.”
“Why am I alive?” she asked.
“Because I asked
for you to be alive.”
She charged at him, raising her fist. He caught hold
of her and pressed her against the wall, restraining her.
“You fucking bastard. I hate you. They were my family.
Why couldn’t you let me die with them?” She fought him.
The cries from her throat broke his heart.
“You owe me. You fucked with my head, and now you owe
me. You’re alive because I asked for you to live.”
“What the hell do you want from me?” she asked.
Whizz couldn’t answer. In truth, he didn’t have a clue
what he wanted from her. It was over. Gonzalez was dead, the Savage Brothers
were gone, and it was now time to start the next chapter of their lives. Whizz
knew he couldn’t live without Lacey, and that’s why he couldn’t let her die.
Epilogue II
Chaos Bleeds
Three weeks
later
Piston County
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lexie asked.
Judi was sitting up in bed eating some Jell-O while
Ripper fussed around her. Simon was bouncing on the bed, happy. Lexie held Josh
while Elizabeth was snuggled in her father’s arms.
“I’m more than okay. I’ve never felt better. The
doctor is optimistic about all my options.” Judi smiled over at Ripper. “Can I
tell them?”
“Sure, baby.” Ripper leaned down, licking the Jell-O off
Judi’s lips.
“Um, tasty.”
“Seriously, Ripper, she’s my daughter, and if you do
that in front of me, I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Devil said.
“Daddy cursed!” Simon held his hand out for money.
Lexie chuckled as she watched her son waiting for his
money. With everything that had happened, Lexie had installed a curse jar in
the house. When they weren’t in the house, Devil had to pay Simon a dollar each
time he cursed. She thought it was cute, but at this rate, Simon was going to
be a billionaire by the time he was a teenager.
“I swear, Lex, that jar was the worst thing.”
“It works. You hold your tongue. Now, shush, I want to
hear what Judi’s got to say.”
Judi and Ripper shared a secret smile. “We didn’t know
about it until the doctor came back with her blood tests, and it’s a miracle it
survived what she went through.”
Ripper
took hold of Judi’s hand. “We’re pregnant.”
The smiles on the young couple’s faces were so sweet.
Feeling happy, Lexie reached out taking her hand.
“Congrats, honey.”
“We’re going to be pregnant together,” Judi said,
rubbing her stomach. “I can’t believe it.”
In the three weeks since the visit to Fort Wills,
everything had returned to normal. Well, if you called a breakup between Devil
and Tiny, normal, then they were on course for normal. The two presidents
hadn’t talked in all of the three weeks. Lexie talked with Eva all the time.
The Chaos Bleeds crew was spending their time
rebuilding the strip club and putting the town back to rights. Well, Devil said
it wasn’t going to be a strip club but possibly a night club. She didn’t know
what he had planned, but she trusted him. The girls that had been taken were
slowly being sent back to their families and were trying to repair themselves.
No matter what Lexie said, Devil wouldn’t get past his
resolve. He was determined to sever all ties with Tiny. She couldn’t argue with
him. Tiny did insult the club and the club’s name.