Page 36 of Gash (The Skulls #13)

“How did you burn pasta?”

Charlotte asked, staring at the burnt strands of linguine.

Lacey sighed. “I put the pasta into the water, and I forgot about it. I went to sit with Whizz.”

Charlotte stared at the other woman’s face, seeing that she was blushing. “I see.”

“What?”

“You were doing more than sitting around.”

Staring into the pot, she saw the water had boiled away, and the pasta was just wrong. “You might want to throw the pot out.”

“That will be your fifth pot this week,”

Sally said.

“I’m trying, okay? I can’t cook.”

Lacey took the pot out of the kitchen, and Charlotte stared at the stew.

“Do you have bread?”

Charlotte asked.

“Yes. Dad makes sure we have bread in case Mom ruins dinner, or won’t let us call for takeout.”

Sally moved to the far side of the kitchen, and opened a large cupboard. “Tada.”

Chuckling, Charlotte gave the stew a final stir. “It’s ready.”

“I’ll go and get everyone.”

Carrying the large pot into the dining room, she placed it on the center mat and made her way back into the kitchen. Gash was entering the kitchen, and wrinkling his nose. “What could she have possibly burned now?” he asked.

“Pasta. I didn’t think it was possible, but it is.”

Charlotte didn’t know how Lacey had lived her life with the way she burnt things.

She grabbed several bags of buns and paused in the kitchen. Gash was still there, and now that he knew the truth, she didn’t know what to say to him. Opening her mouth, she closed it once again. What was there to say?

Heading back toward the dining room, Gash stopped her. He held onto her arm. “Were you going to live the rest of your life waiting for me to come to you?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she shook her head. “I was just trying to get on with my life. I didn’t know if Jeff was going to come back for me, or if I’d done my time. They kept me alive, which has always been a question for me. I’d have been better off dead.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t exactly plan anything in my life. I’ve just dealt with everything that has come my way. I’m still alive, so I always figured something else was going to happen.”

She loved his touch.

The pleasure from the brush of his fingers was making it hard for her to focus. “What about you?”

“I was going to kill you because I truly believed you were part of it. Now, I should take you back home and let you live in peace.”

“Peace? You think going home now will help me find peace? I need this, Gash. I need to put an end to this.”

She would beg if she had to. “What happened between us is over, I get that—”

“Is it?”

“What?”

She frowned, confused.

“Over, between us.”

She paused. What the hell was she supposed to say? After everything that had happened to her, she’d never once blamed Gash. Sure, she’d been pissed at him for not remembering their time together, but she had taken advantage of him, so she shouldn’t expect anything, and everything with Jeff had been on him, not on Gash. She’d always blamed Jeff, and that fucking bitch Rebecca. From the moment she saw her, Charlotte should have listened to her gut, and kept her away from her. She had ignored her gut feeling, and allowed Rebecca inside.

“I don’t know what you want me to say?”

He cupped her cheek and pressed her against the doorframe. His large body surrounded her, stopping her from moving. Staring into his dark eyes, she couldn’t help but bite her own lip. There were times she still fantasized about what those lips felt like on her body. It had been so long since she’d felt him. Seven long years of remembering.

“You kept me sane. My memory of you, and our time together. I may not have remembered it was you, Char, but I knew I was with someone, and I wanted that feeling again.”

“I’m not some toy for you to play with.”

“I know. I’m not hoping to take you out to play with you every now and then. I’ve found you again, and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”

This was not what she had expected. “There’s a lot of history—”

“We can’t change the history that is between us, but we can rewrite our future. Don’t shut me out. Give me a chance to prove to you that I wouldn’t have just walked away from you. That night seven years ago, Char, you took a part of me with you, and I’ve never had it back.”

Gash shocked her even further as he took a kiss. It was a tender kiss, his lips pressing against hers.

“I’ll take these into the dining room.”

He brushed past her, and Charlotte grabbed onto either side of the wall of the door frame. Her pussy was soaking wet like it always was with Gash. Her body craved his touch like her lungs craved air. This was a fight that she could never win no matter how much she tried.

“Wow, that looked kind of hot,”

Lacey said.

Opening her eyes, she found Lacey in the doorway, arms folded and smiling.

“You heard?”

“Yep, I think you guys should give it a chance. You both were torn apart from one another, and that just completely sucks.”

Lacey sighed. “We’re all in the dining room.”

Nodding, she followed Lacey to the main rom. Whizz, Gash, and Sally were already there, waiting for them. Taking a seat, she accepted the bowl that Whizz handed her. The chicken stew looked tasty, and her stomach growled.

She sat beside Sally, who was handing out the bread rolls.

“It has been a long time since we had a good, home cooked meal.”

“Angel did the last one. She sent home some soups and lasagna,”

Sally said.

“Okay, okay, I get it, all right? I’m trying, and Angel is even trying to teach me how to cook. Nothing is working.”

Lacey glared at each of them.

“I can cook,”

Sally said. “How about I give it a try for the next week, see what you think?”

Whizz tilted his head to the side. “You can cook?”

“Yeah,”

Sally said.

“I’m game if you are,”

Whizz said, turning to Lacey.

“We’re supposed to be looking after her.”

Lacey sighed.

“I can’t stand anymore takeout food, and we can’t expect other women at the club to cook for us.”

Charlotte glanced across the table to see Gash laughing. “You were totally unlucky in picking one of the few women at the club that can’t cook.”

“I wasn’t originally part of The Skulls,”

Lacey said, glaring at him.

Smiling, Charlotte dipped her bread into the sauce and listened to the couple debate with each other about how they were going to keep on eating for the remainder of their lives. It was funny to watch. Whizz and Lacey were very much in love, and Charlotte saw the bond between them. Sally was giggling as well, and the atmosphere around the table was one of friendship and love.

“This is really good,”

Sally said.

“I’m pleased. It would taste great with pasta as well.”

Lacey sighed. “It’s good with bread.”

“Did you burn the pasta on purpose?”

Charlotte asked, trying to repress laughter.

“Totally. I love my bread, my carbs.”

“She’s totally lying,”

Whizz said. “She can only handle some coffee in the morning, and pouring cereal into a bowl.”

“You do realize that you will pay for this,”

Lacey said, looking at Whizz. “I can find other ways of making sure you’re not a happy man.”

Lacey raised a brow.

“Ew, gross, you took it to the gutter,”

Sally said. “I have young, delicate ears.”

She covered her ears and had a disgusted look on her face.

“Do you see what I have to put up with?”

Gash asked.

Smiling, Charlotte enjoyed the feeling of having a family. It had been so long since she’d felt this happy, and being around Gash and his club helped. In that moment, she no longer felt sad or in need of taking out revenge on the bastard who had ruined her life. At least Gash knew the truth.

The reality of their situation crashed through, and Charlotte lost her appetite. Leaving the bread in the bowl, she listened to the conversation around the table without saying anything. At the end when she made to take the dishes, Whizz stopped her. “You cooked, we’ll clean up.”

“You go and freshen up,”

Lacey said. “I left some clothes out for you. They should fit, or they might be a little bigger.”

Nodding, Charlotte made her way toward the bedroom. Lacey had already told her where she’d be sleeping that night. Opening the door, she made her way toward the bed, and sat down. Sinking her fingers into her hair, she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths.

You can do this.

You can do this.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she concentrated on her breathing, and was instantly taken back to a memory.

“You said it would get easier.”

Charlotte sobbed the words out as best she could. It had been two weeks since she had last tried to take her own life, and the pain hadn’t gone away. Doctor Williams had promised her that she would start to feel better.

“Charlotte, I promised it would get easier, but I said it wouldn’t happen right away. It’s going to take time.”

She gripped her head, screaming as loud as she could. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got to help him. He doesn’t know, and he’s in prison.”

Doctor Williams touched her knees, and she couldn’t help it. She lashed out, hitting him hard. Charlotte attacked him, needing to get out. She only landed a few blows before he took over, pinning her to the chair. The door to his office opened, and she saw the nurses waiting to inject her with something to make her relax. She didn’t want to relax. Charlotte wanted them to miss, to kill her, or let her take the needle and finally end her life.

“Stay back,”

Williams said, shouting at his employees.

“Sir—”

“This is what she wants, isn’t it, Charlotte? You want us to react so we give you an opening that means you can take your own life?”

He held her tightly so that she couldn’t move. Williams was damn strong for a doctor, and she had underestimated him. Tears spilled from her eyes.

“Let me go!”

“No. I’m not going to let you destroy yourself.”

Gritting her teeth, she watched as the nurses left his office, and all fight left her. She was exhausted, tired, and fed up. “I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of feeling,” she said.

“How we react to circumstances within our life is what defines us, Charlotte.”

“That’s a nice way of saying that I’m fucking up.”

Williams sighed. “You’re in pain. You’ve been handed a life that you don’t deserve. I’m going to make sure I can help repair the damage that has been caused to you.”

“You can’t fix me. I’m not some kind of puzzle.”

“I know, but I can create a foundation within you that makes you strong enough to fight. I can’t let you out of here, Charlotte.”

“What do I have to do?”

she asked.

“You’ve got to learn to fight the pain, to keep on trying.”

Gash entered the room, pulling her out of her thoughts.

****

“What’s wrong?”

Gash asked.

Charlotte had disappeared from the table, and he’d seen the change within her. As he stared at her now, the smiling woman was gone, replaced by this sorrowful shell. She looked like Charlotte, acted like her, but it wasn’t her. Seeing her like this, all he wanted to do was find Jeff and Rebecca. Before heading upstairs, Whizz had promised to have the information he needed by the end of the night.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie.”

“You have a wonderful family.”

“Charlotte?”

She shook her head. “It’s okay, really. I’m fine. I’m just thinking that once we handle Jeff and Rebecca, that I need to make sure I still have a job when I get back.”

“You really think I’m going to let you go back to your real life after all of this?”

He closed the bedroom door, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. Charlotte was a private person. Gash wasn’t that insensitive, and he remembered everything about Charlotte. The night they shared together was still foggy in his mind, but he was so damn happy knowing it was Charlotte. He’d been attracted to her even back then, but she reminded him a little of Angel. She was the kind of woman a man like him looked at but didn’t touch.

“Once you get what you want, there’s going to be no need for me here.”

“Seven years ago I fucked a woman and I thought I was hallucinating. Seven years ago I was accused of rape and murder, and sentenced to a prison cell. Seven years ago, you were put through hell because you tried to help me. You may think there’s nothing between us, but I’m not going to deny shit between us.”

“Gash—”

“No, I’m not going to make excuses. We would have had a chance if I had fucking remembered that we were together. This is real between us, and I’m not going to be the one denying it. You belong to me just like I belong to you.”

Tears filled her eyes, and he sank his fingers into her hair, turning her face to stare at him. “We’ve got a history, and it’s time we had a future together. Too much has been taken from us. Don’t let them win, Charlotte.”

She smiled. “You sound like my doctor.”

“Doctor?”

“Doctor Williams. I was his patient for five years, and he’s the one that supported me when I finally got sane enough to leave. He saved my life several times, and became my rock. He still checks in every now and again to make sure I’m still strong.”

He didn’t like the sudden strike of jealousy that hit him. Gash didn’t even know the doctor, and yet he didn’t like the relationship he’d started with Charlotte.

“I’m here now.”

No one was going to take care of Charlotte but him.

“I’m not ill, Gash. I’m fine, and I’m sane.”

She chuckled. “Apart from the fact I’ve agreed to kill someone with you. That’s a bit fucked up.”

He laughed along with her, and that felt good. “Where have I been without you?” he asked.

“I don’t expect anything from you.”

Pressing his head against hers, Gash took a deep breath. “Expect shit from me, Charlotte.”

“You were going to kill me twenty-four hours ago.”

Unable to take it anymore, he slammed his lips down on hers.

It was like she awakened the fire inside him.

Gash would fight everyone to be with her.

She was never getting away from him.

He’d nearly lost her once, and that shit wasn’t going to happen again.

They had lost each other, and they had lost a child together.

Fuck, they had lost a child together.

It broke him just thinking about it, and Charlotte had gone through that all on her own.

He’d been in prison, too caught up in his own problems to give a thought to what was happening to Charlotte.

His woman had needed him, and he’d failed her.

Not only that, he’d thought the worst.

Pressing her back against the bed, he didn’t release her lips.

Instead he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue inside her open lips.

Releasing her hair, he captured her hands and placed them above her head.

Linking them together, he held her hands in one of his while he explored her body with his other.

She was so fucking full and ripe.

Her tits were huge.

The pictures of her with all of her weight gone fucking scared him.

Charlotte was a full figured woman, and he wouldn’t have her any other way. He would make sure that he took care of her.

No one would ever hurt her.

They would have to go through him first, and he was a fucking brick wall.

Prison had taught him not only to fight, but also to fight through the pain.

Charlotte wrapped her legs around his hips, and he pressed his dick against her jean clad pussy. They were both clothed, but that didn’t matter in those moments. Gash was drugged from her lips alone. She tasted so damn sweet, perfect.

This was much better than his imagination. This was fucking real.

Cupping her hip for a second, he groaned at the feel of her curves. She was all woman. Sliding his fingers underneath her shirt, he explored the skin of her stomach, moving up to cup her tits.

She pulled away. “No, too fast, too fast.”

Instantly, he withdrew his hand even though his cock was in pain. He wanted inside her more than anything. Pulling away slightly, he kept his cock pressed against her pussy. He wasn’t going to fuck her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy being pressed against her.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have kissed you back.”

“I fucking loved it. Don’t apologize,”

Gash said. He’d never take a woman unless she wanted him to. He liked rough sex, not fucking rape. Taking several deep breaths, he tried to calm his dick, which wasn’t happening. He refused to move though. “We were fucking great together.”

She smiled. “I thought so. I had nothing to compare it to…”

“Did I make it good for you?”

he asked. He’d never been with a virgin in his life, and the last thing he even wanted to think about was believing he hurt her.

“At first it was painful. You were amazing, Gash. Even drunk you didn’t hurt me.”

She strained against his hold, and he let her go. Charlotte touched his cheek. Her touch was hesitant.

“I fucked up when I didn’t remember you,” he said.

“You remembered me. You just didn’t know it was me.”

“If I’d known, I’d have never left without you.”

“You’re making yourself sound all alpha, like a book boyfriend.”

“Huh?”

“Forget about it. It doesn’t make any sense unless you read.”

She tilted her head to the side.

Gash found her adorable.

“We’re going too fast?”

“Just a little. I need to take a little time.”

He pressed his rock hard cock against her. “I can wait for you.”

“I expected you to be angrier with me,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because we had sex, and I didn’t tell you about it sooner.”

Gash leaned down, taking another kiss. He was addicted to her lips. They were so fucking sweet. “We can’t change what happened, and it’s not going to define who we are. I’m looking forward.”

He smiled. “Besides, there’s a lot more pleasure to be had. We don’t actually have to fuck to get each other off.”

She nibbled her bottom lip, which only served to drive him crazy. This woman had been right underneath his nose the entire time, and he was only now getting to know a taste. He wasn’t going to give her the chance to get away from him. Their past wasn’t a great one, but he was going to make sure their future was the best.

Briefly, he thought about Angel and Lash. He understood in that moment why the two worked. They were complete opposites, like chalk and cheese, exactly like him and Charlotte. Together, they actually made the perfect couple. What the fuck was he doing, thinking about another couple when he had Charlotte in his arms?

He slid his hand underneath her shirt, caressing over her stomach, then around to the center, to start flicking open the buttons. “I know exactly how to make you scream, baby, and to have this body coming apart.”

“Gash?”

“That’s right, moan my name. I’m not going to fuck you, Charlotte. What I’m going to do is let this body get used to my touch.”

Kissing down her neck, he sucked on her pulse before moving on to nibble on her collarbone. He flicked the last button open, exposing her chest. The black lace bra did little to cover her, and with a flick of the clasp at the front.

She moaned, and with another flick of his wrist, the bra was spread open. His mouth watered at her large red nipples. Leaning down, he flicked one tip with his tongue, before sucking the bud into his mouth. Cupping her other breast, he pinched the nipple, watching as it grew taut.

His dick threatened to burst the seam of his jeans he was so damn aroused. “You’re so beautiful.”

Sucking the bud hard, he let it go a second later, gliding his tongue across her breasts, to give her other nipple the same attention. His dick pulsed some more, releasing some pre-cum into his boxer briefs. Closing his eyes, he groaned, thrusting against the bed before withdrawing from her. Kneeling between her thighs, he opened her jeans, and slid them down her thighs.

Her panties were lacy and matched the bra that she wore.

“I want you to trust me. I’m not going to step over the line, Char.”

“I trust you.”

He removed her panties, and stared down at 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.