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her fuller body. Some men liked slender women where bones jutted

through everywhere. Looking at her body, he loved her full tits,

rounded stomach, and thick thighs.

Gash wasn’t a small man, nor was

he weak. He liked to grip onto a woman and fuck her hard, going as

deep as he could go. Climbing off the bed, he removed his clothing, but even as

he grabbed his aching cock, he knew he wouldn’t fuck her

today.

“ Trust me.”

“ I do.”

Slowly, he crawled between her thighs.

He took possession of her lips before kissing down her body. Gash

didn’t take too much time at her breasts. He flicked each nipple

before moving down, dipping his tongue into her belly

button.

“ What are you doing?” she

asked.

“ I’m going to have a taste of

this pussy, baby. I’ve been thinking about it for some time, and I

think it’s only fair that I find out if it’s as good as I

remember.”

Her pussy had a small dusting of pubic

hair at the top. Settling between her thighs, he opened her naked

lips.

“ Why wax here, and not

here?” he asked, stroking her pussy lips, then her pubic

hair.

“ I didn’t want to feel like a

child. I’m a woman, but I like to also be feminine,” she

said.

He was more than happy with

that. His dick was especially happy.

Gash opened her lips and moaned at the

sight of her swollen clit. She really was a beautiful, sexy woman.

Flicking his tongue across her clit, he glided down to circle her

cunt. She was soaking wet and started to thrust against him. He

fucking loved it when she rubbed her pussy on his face.

The last thing he wanted was for his

woman to not get off on being with him. He wanted it as badly as

she did. His cock still leaked pre-cum all over the blanket as he

licked her out.

“ I want you,

Gash.”

“ You’ve got me.”

“ No, I want this to be good for

you, too.” She pushed him away, going to her knees, and cupping his

cheek. Her brown eyes were filled with heat. Just staring at her

was turning him on. “There hasn’t been anyone else for me.” She

slid her hand down his body to cup his cock.

“ Baby, I can’t say the

same.” He hated saying those words.

“ I know you’ve fucked other

women.”

He covered her hand that was around his

cock with his own. “There won’t be any other women now,

Char.”

“ You don’t know

that.”

“ I’m not a cheater.” He’d

witnessed the hell that Hardy had put himself and Rose through. He

wasn’t about to make the same mistake. “No more women, that’s a

promise.”

He’d remain faithful for the rest of

his life.

She slid her hand over his cock, and

Gash couldn’t help but love the fact no other man knew how damn

perfect she was. No other man had known how big her tits were, or

how tight her cunt was. Only him.

Gash had never considered himself a

possessive man before, but with Charlotte in his arms, in his life,

he could get used to the feeling. Sliding his fingers up the inside

of her thigh, he teased her sweet pussy, pressing a finger inside

her heat as he claimed her lips. Charlotte teased his cock, moving

her hand up and down his length, arousing him further.

He could get used to this.

****

Whizz was printing some of the last

pieces of information for Gash and Charlotte when the doorbell

rang. He frowned, glancing over at Lacey who was reading her book.

Quickly grabbing his cell phone, he saw that Lash had left him a

message about thirty minutes ago that he was going to be

around.

“ It’s Lash,” Whizz said.

“I’ll go and answer it.”

Leaving the nerd room, which was a

name that had certainly stuck, he opened the front door.

“ What are you doing here?”

Whizz asked, moving out of the way. The rain was coming in thick

and fast. Lacey came out of the nerd room, and moved toward the

supply closet where they kept spare towels in case of a

downpour.

“ I’ve come to ask you and Lacey

something.”

“ Come on into my office,”

Whizz said, taking a seat at the computer. He closed the screens so

he wasn’t distracted with work to answer Lash’s

questions.

“ What’s going on, Lash?”

Lacey asked. “Do you want a sandwich or anything?”

“ God no,” Lash said,

holding his hand up.

“ My cooking is not that

bad!”

“ No, it’s

worse.”

Whizz chuckled, and Lacey did the same.

They couldn’t argue. Lacey’s cooking was the worst.

“ What brings you here?” Whizz

moved to sit beside his wife, tugging her against his side. Lacey

snuggled in close, and he stroked her arm. With Lacey in his arms,

he felt he could take on the entire world, and win. Nothing could

stop him providing he had her with him.

“ Daisy.”

“ The little girl? Tabitha’s

friend?” Lacey asked.

“ Yes.”

“ What about her?” Whizz

asked.

“ Angel wants us to adopt her, but

the biggest problem at the moment is she’s having a hard time with

this pregnancy. She can’t handle another child. Anthony, he’s

helping out where he can—”

“ Wait? Is this Daisy with the

addicts as parents?” Lacey asked, arms folded.

“ Yeah. I had spoken to my

lawyer about them before, and he looked into it. It seems Daisy’s

parents have always passed social services inspections. Their

trailer, even though it’s small, is still livable and safe to have

a kid. The only thing my lawyer said I could do was to give them a

talking to.”

“ Are you fucking shitting

me right now?” Whizz asked. “They’re addicts!”

“ Tiny and I have talked with

them, but they’re not listening. Angel had to go and pick Daisy up

from school, three hours after all the other kids left. I was

talking with Angel, and we could adopt Daisy, and keep her away

from those bastards.”

“ Why don’t we just kill

them?” Lacey asked.

“ Because they’re known,

aren’t they?” Whizz asked.

“ Huh?”

Lash sighed. “Daisy is known to be friends

with The Skulls. We could hide the bodies and shit, but you can

guarantee it will fall back on the club.”

“ Great,” Whizz said,

snorting. “Fucking hate it when we turn the other way. We can’t

even beat the shit out of the fuckers without landing our asses in

jail.”

“ So, do you have a plan?”

Lacey asked.

“ Yeah, I do.” Lash pulled out an

envelope. “Ned Walker knew a guy who was more than happy to take

pictures, and they set a meet up. They’re addicts all

right.”

“ We’re going to blackmail them?”

Whizz asked, opening the envelope, and looking over the

pictures.

“ Why don’t you just give

this to social services?” Lacey asked.

“ Simple, I give that shit to

social services, they take Daisy, and she gets put into the system.

I get them to adopt her to us, Daisy remains with us, and no one

can do shit.”

Whizz found a document at the back of the

pictures. Reading through, he looked up at Lash. “You want us to

adopt Daisy?”

“ What?” Lacey

asked.

“ Look, hear me out. I know you

guys can’t have kids, and I know you’ve adopted Sally, but I know

you’re also hoping to adopt again. Daisy, she’s a good kid, a great

kid who needs a good home. Please, give her a chance. If you don’t

want her, then me and Angel will take her. Angel wants to

anyw—”

“ We’ll take her,” Lacey

said.

“ Are we ready for that?”

Whizz asked.

Lacey turned toward him. “Yes. Sally

has been talking about us adopting another child. She’s happy for

us to add to our family.”

Whizz had been in touch with the

adoption agency, and they had warned it might be hard for them to find

someone else. He’d had to pull a lot of strings for them to get

Sally. Daisy would be a dream come true, even though he was about

to surround himself with women.

“ We’ll do it.”

“ Do you want to come by tomorrow

morning? We’ll talk with Daisy, and my lawyer and I will go talk to

them.” Lash pulled out his wallet and handed them a

picture.

Whizz looked over Lacey’s shoulder to see

a picture of Anthony, Tabitha, Daisy, Miles, Rachel, and Tate’s

Simon along with Devil’s Simon. The next generation of Skulls and

Chaos Bleeds. It was a picture of innocence, and Whizz couldn’t

help but smile. “They’re all there.”

“ Not all of them. Markus

isn’t, and of course

we’ve got more women that are pregnant. Angel gave me that picture,

and she’s got loads more. My woman loves taking pictures of

everything.”

“ Thank you. Do you think Daisy

will like us?” Lacey asked, her insecurity coming

through.

“ She’s going to love us,”

Whizz said. “We can offer her a lot more, and we’ll never forget to

pick her up on time.”

Lacey sighed. “Thank you, Lash,

really, thank you.”

“ I’m just doing my job. I’m

going to head back home. It’s getting late, and I’m beat.” Lash got

to his feet, and leaving Lacey in his office, Whizz followed him

out.

“ What’s going on?” Whizz

asked.

“ I’ve been on the phone to Devil.

He told me that Master left them some evidence that he’s been

following them, and their women.”

Whizz had been keeping updated on

everything that was related to Master as it went back to Gonzalez,

and back even further. For the past couple of years, The Skulls and

Chaos Bleeds had been attacked by different clubs, organizations,

with some of their pasts coming out to haunt them. Whizz himself

had suffered for Zero’s past. Lacey, she was part of the mess of

Gonzalez, who’d torn her innocence from her, turning her into a

ghost. Something wasn’t adding up to him, and even though the enemy

known as Master had left The Skulls alone, Whizz’s gut was telling

him it wouldn’t be for long. Chaos Bleeds and The Skulls were

linked. They had shared their time together in battle, and even

though their friendship had been tested over the past couple of

years, they would still fight for each other. Something wasn’t

right with Master, and Whizz kept his searching in private. He’d

not told Lacey about what he was looking for. The last thing he

wanted to do was concern her unnecessarily. Every time he thought

he was on track to finding out who Master was, he always

disappeared or Whizz was blocked from locating anything more.

Whoever Master was, he wanted his identity kept secret.

“ Is he going to hit out at

the old ladies?” Whizz asked.

“ I don’t know. Devil seems

to think no

one is safe, and I believe him.” Lash ran fingers through his hair,

looking perplexed. “I trust Devil. Whatever he needs, I’m going to

makes sure the club will be there for him.”

“ Has he asked for anything

specifically?” Whizz asked.

“ A safe place for the

women. He believes Master will come for them to get to the men.”

Lash looked pale. “I can’t even believe I’m calling this man

Master. I don’t even know him, and already he’s causing

trouble.”

“ We attract

trouble.”

Lash nodded, releasing a sigh. “I’ll

catch you soon. I’ll be doing church this Sunday, be

there.”

“ Gash won’t be

there.”

“ I know. He’s got his own

shit to deal with. I’m sure we’ll find out what’s going on with him

soon enough. Take care.” They shook hands, slapping each other on

the back.

Whizz stayed long enough to watch Lash

leave his property. Closing the door, he pressed the code to the

automatic gate, then locked every door and window into the house.

He was going to protect his family. The same security system was at

the club, and Whizz wouldn’t let anything happen to The

Skulls.