Page 30 of Gash (The Skulls #13)
One week later
Fort Wills
clubhouse
Spider stared around the
clubhouse that was heaving with The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds. He’d
just gotten out of the hospital, and they were waiting to hear from
Master, or Andrew as he’d discovered he was called.
Devil had forced him
to go to Fort Wills. They were all going to The Skulls’
clubhouse.
He couldn’t stop thinking about
Paris.
Celia had spoken to them about the bad
man, and how the bad man kept hitting Paris. Spider had struggled
throughout the whole time that Celia spoke. His woman’s sister had
the brand on the inside of her thigh, and he knew Paris would have
it as well.
“ Are you okay?” Stink
asked, coming to sit beside him.
“ Am I okay that the woman I
was thinking of making mine is being raped and tortured by Gash’s
brother? Yeah, I’m peachy,” Spider said, downing the shot of
whiskey.
He was waiting for the stitches in his
leg to be removed, and once they were he was going to hunt the
fucker.
“ Whizz is working to locate him.
He keeps moving, but we’re going to find him.”
“ And while we wait, he’s getting
people to come at us, left, right, and center. No one is safe. Gash
should have fucking killed him when he had the chance,” Spider,
nodded at one of the club whores to fill his glass. He couldn’t
remember the bitch’s name, and he didn’t give a fuck what it
was.
She filled it again, and he swallowed
it down.
“ Drinking isn’t going to help,”
Stink said.
Spider turned to The Skull
beside him. “How would you feel if it was Sandy, huh?” He pointed
across the room at woman in question. “What would you do if she was
taken, and you were waiting to be allowed to go and find
her ?”
Stink’s jaw tensed up.
“ Yeah, you know what I’m talking
about. This is all bullshit. We haven’t got time to be fucking
around, but acting.”
“ You act without thought,
and we’ll create more death than life,” Stink said.
“ Are you some kind of
fucking philosopher now?” Spider asked.
“ No. I’m just trying to
convince myself that I’d be able to handle Sandy’s kidnapping
better than you.”
“ Yeah, that’s a good
thought.”
“ What would Paris think?”
Stink asked.
“ What?”
“ She’s getting hurt, and you’re
sitting here drinking, wallowing in self-pity. Maybe she’d want you
to man up, and get your balls back.” Stink stood up. “Think about
that.”
Spider stared down in his empty glass,
thinking about Paris, the woman he’d never even touched. He’d seen
her getting naked plenty of times. Spider had wanted to be
everything she wanted, to make her fall in love with
him.
Gripping the glass tightly, he placed
it on the counter.
“ Do you want a refill?” the
club whore asked.
Spider shook his head.
“No.”
He got to his feet, holding his
crutches when a car squealed to a halt.
Turning toward the car, he saw the gun,
heard the words that was shouted out.
“ Master says, dodge
this!”
The gun fired before any of them could
draw their weapon.
They were at The Skulls’ clubhouse, which
was filled with men, women, and children. Simon charged at Tabitha,
Lash went for Angel, Death for Bianca. All around him men charged
at their women and kids to push them to the ground, and Spider
jumped over the counter, pushing the club whore to the
ground.
Bullets continued to rain down them, the
pounding of the gun seemed to go on for minutes, but it was only a
matter of seconds. Spider glanced down at the woman on the ground.
She was struggling to breathe, and he saw the blood oozing out of
her shirt.
“ I’ve got you, hold
on.”
She coughed, choked, and died in his
arms.
Screams and cries penetrated his ears,
and as he stood up, he looked around the clubhouse.
Everyone was fallen, but what kicked him
in the gut were the people who didn’t seem to be moving.
“ Simon!” Devil
screamed.
“ Tabitha!”
Everyone rushed to their kids,
and Spider felt tears sting his eyes as he stared at the carnage
before him. He didn’t know the extent of the damage, as there were
screams and cries everywhere. He didn’t know who was alive or who
was dead.
Master one, The Skulls and Chaos
Bleeds zero.
The End