Page 41 of Gash (The Skulls #13)

Gash stared at the television as the news reporter talked about the explosion at the hotel. The white envelope he’d taken from the room lay on the table in church. His brothers were around them, and he rubbed his hands together, waiting for Whizz to turn off the television.

Silence fell around the room as the television went silent.

“I didn’t put any explosives in the bag,”

Whizz said.

“Master got to Jeff before I could. Rebecca was there as well, and he’d tortured and killed her.”

“Wait, Master?”

Lash asked, looking toward Tiny.

The room was full with all The Skulls, and Gash nodded. “Yes, Jeff said he was hired seven years ago by someone known as Master. He never fucking met the bastard, but he was paid by him to do this kind of shit.”

“Do you know Master?”

Tiny asked.

“I don’t know shit.”

Gash stood and started pacing the room. “You don’t think I had a freak out when his name was mentioned? Fuck!”

“It looks like we’ve found our next problem,”

Baker said. He was sitting near the door. Out of all of The Skulls, he was the silent, brooding kind. “Master doesn’t just have a problem with Chaos Bleeds, he’s got a problem with us as well.”

“I don’t know who he is.”

“Whoever it is got the means to put you in prison on bogus charges. He gives money, and we know he likes women. You need to call Devil,”

Tiny said, looking toward Lash.

“Did you locate Andrew?”

Gash asked.

Whizz shook his head. “Nope.”

“You don’t think the two could be related?”

Tiny asked.

“Andrew was a weak little shit. He was sick in the head, and he was all over drugs. There’s no way he could be as powerful as Master,”

Gash said. “You’ve got more of a chance of Andrew selling shit about The Skulls to this mystery guy than you have of him being an actual problem.”

Gash wouldn’t even give his brother a thought.

“What does the letter say?”

Lash asked.

“I’ve not opened it. I called ahead to get you guys here, and Charlotte didn’t even open it.”

Gash reached out, opening the letter.

“What does it say?”

Hardy asked.

Gash read the letter out. “Consider this a gift. I’ve dealt with the whore. She had to learn her place. Enjoy Jeff. He’s no longer useful to me. Chat soon. M.”

Gash threw the letter down. “This guy is not playing by any rules.”

“That’s the point. There are no rules to him. He even kills people who work for him,”

Lash said. “This is serious. Until we know more, I want us all on lockdown. Everyone back at the club. The bitches will go back to their rooms in the basement. Kids are going to be here when they’re not at school. None of the old ladies are to leave the clubhouse unless they have a prospect or one of the men with them, understood?”

Lash looked at all of them.

All of the men agreed.

“Whizz, get your ass on the computer. Find everything associated with Jeff, before today, and even before Gash was sent to prison. I want to know everything about this bastard, where he went to school, his parents, even when he took a shit. The same goes for Rebecca. I want any possible lead that will show who Master is.”

“I’ll put a call through to speak to Brianna and Jessica. Both women were captured by Master. I might get some details, maybe even work out some facial recognition or some shit,”

Whizz said.

“Do that. I want us all watching our backs and the club.”

Lash slammed his hand down on the table. “Dismissed.”

Gash left the church room before anyone else, and went to Charlotte. He tugged her in his arms and slammed his lips against hers. The guys at the club whistled and hollered, and he didn’t give a fuck. Cupping her cheek, he sank his fingers into her hair, holding her close. She opened up, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Charlotte was his compensation for dealing with this Master shit.

Finally, she pulled away, her eyes closed. He watched her lick her lips, and his cock thickened, imagining her lips around his dick.

When she opened her eyes, she glanced around the room. “Everyone is watching us.”

“I don’t care.”

Taking hold of her hand, he turned to the guys, lifting their hands for everyone to see. “Charlotte, she’s my old lady, my woman. I’ll be putting a ring on her finger soon enough.”

“Gash?”

She tried to push their hands down, but he wasn’t having that.

“No need to be embarrassed.”

For the next five minutes they were surrounded by the club who congratulated them. Angel rushed toward them, pulling Charlotte in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you happy.”

He held Charlotte against him as Angel hugged them. After he accepted the club’s support, he bent down, pushing his shoulder against Charlotte’s stomach. She let out a little squeal as he started to carry her up toward his room.

“Put me down. I can walk.”

She hit his ass, and he slapped hers for good measure.

She screamed again. “You did not just slap my ass.”

He slapped it again. “I’m not afraid to give you what you need, baby.”

Another slap, and she sank her teeth into the denim of his jeans, which protected him from her bite. Gash chuckled, providing her with another slap.

Opening his bedroom door, he kicked it closed, and dropped Charlotte to the bed. He made sure her teeth were no longer sunk into his ass cheek. Capturing her hands, he pressed them beside her head.

“Are you sure about this?”

she asked.

“What?”

“You just made a commitment with me in front of the entire club. Doesn’t that bother you?”

she asked.

“I should have made that commitment seven years ago. I’m the asshole that waited, fucking Rebecca rather than taking you. I wanted you, and if I’d acted on my feelings, this might not have happened.”

Dropping down, he took possession of her lips, and sighed. “Do you forgive me?” he asked.

“I’ve told you, Gash. There’s nothing to forgive you for.”

“There is. I love you, Charlotte, and I wasn’t there for you.”

“Don’t. It’s over now, and you didn’t know. Jeff and Rebecca are gone. You didn’t get your revenge though. Can you handle that?”

“I’ve got no fucking choice. It’s just part of the long list of what Master has taken from me. It’s like he knows what I’ll do next, always one step ahead. Jeff and Rebecca, they had it easy. He gave them an easy death.”

“How? They died brutally.”

Gash laughed. “You think that was brutal? Whizz had given me some surgical tools, Charlotte. I was going to tear them apart, piece by piece, and make sure they were alive while I did it. I planned to spend a great deal of time hurting them, making them beg for death long before I gave it. Master took that away, and he made sure they had it easy.”

The darkness inside him hadn’t been appeased. Years spent in prison, he’d dreamed of the moment when he’d torture Jeff, and then Rebecca. His first plan had been to kill them both. Charlotte, she’d only been part of the plan since he first met her. All of his planning had gone to waste.

“We’ll find him together. We’re together, and whoever Master is, we’ll deal with him like we should have done back then, together, as one.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he ground his dick against her, loving the feel of her.

“Together.”

He took possession of her lips, letting go of her hands to grip her shirt. Gash stood and tore her shirt off. Charlotte got to her feet, and he tugged his own shirt off his body.

Gash watched as she stripped out of her clothes, and his mouth watered for a taste of her body, all of her. He had plenty of condoms in the drawer beside his bed, and he intended to use all of them tonight.

Removing his jeans, he stood in front of her naked, wrapping his fingers around his dick. He rubbed his cock, sliding his thumb across the tip, and rubbing the pre-cum into his flesh.

“Do you see what you do to me?” he asked.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and he wasn’t going to have that. Stepping closer to her, he took hold of her arms, and forced them away from her body.

“Never hide your body from me, baby.”

“Gash?”

“Don’t doubt us.”

He took her hand, and wrapped it around his dick. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, and there’s no other woman in the world who can compete with you.”

Leaving her hand wrapped around his dick, he cupped her cheeks, and tilted her head back. “This is real.”

“We’re moving fast.”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you, babe.”

“You don’t think everything is going a little crazy?”

Gash side. “Life is crazy. It’s a rollercoaster ride, and we’ve got to ride that wave or be swallowed whole by it.”

“You’re not afraid of what is going on? There’s a guy who set out to hurt you, and you’re not caring about it?”

Pressing his head against hers, he released a sigh. “I don’t have time to worry about it. Over the years I’ve had a lot of men who’ve wanted to kill me. I’m not going to stop living my life over every single person who tries to kill me.”

Kissing her lips, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it. “I’m going to do everything to protect you.”

“I know.”

“Trust me.”

“I do. I just can’t get it out of my head.”

“Then focus on me, and I’ll make sure you don’t remember it, okay, baby?” he asked.

“I will.”

Moving her backward, he pushed her down to the bed, following her down. “I’m going to make you forget, and you’re going to love everything I do to your body.”

He pressed a kiss to her neck and inhaled her scent. Flicking his tongue against her pulse, he slid down her body, taking her nipple into his mouth.

He nipped at her bud before gliding across her tits to suck on her other breast. Gash loved her big tits, and he was addicted to them. Moving down, he slid his tongue down between her thighs. Opening her pussy, he flicked his tongue across her clit, and she screamed, arching up against him.

“Yes, that feels so good,” she said.

“I’m only just getting started.”

Pushing two fingers inside her creamy cunt, he spread them open, and continued to stroke inside her, in and out.

Charlotte moaned, thrusting up against his hands.

“I want you to come for me, baby, and scream my name.”

Flicking her clit, he repeated the action over and over again, working her harder. He added a third finger into her pussy, and sucked her nub into his mouth, sawing it with his teeth.

“Yes, Gash, yes.”

“That’s right, come for me.”

He wanted her nice and soaking wet before he fucked her. Seconds later she screamed his name as she came, pushing herself down onto his fingers.

“So good.”

She yelled the words, and they echoed around the room.

Gash didn’t give her the chance to get over her orgasm before he was sliding inside her. He’d quickly placed a condom over his dick, even as his hands were shaking. This was different. The demons from their past were gone, and they only had each other.

Slamming the last few inches inside her, he stared into her eyes, filling her body with his dick. “Do you feel me?”

“Yes.”

“This is how it’s always going to be between us. You belong to me, and you were always supposed to be mine.”

Tears filled her eyes.

“Don’t cry.”

“You’re saying the most beautiful things when you’re supposed to be fucking me,” she said.

“I’m making up for lost time.”

He turned them suddenly, and had her straddling him. Capturing her hips, he showed her exactly what he wanted. Charlotte gripped his shoulders and slowly started to ease up and down his dick.

Moving his hands up her body, he cupped her tits, running his thumbs across the hardened tips. “Look at you, baby, you look so fucking perfect.”

He slammed up inside her as she thrust down onto his cock.

“Yes, fuck, yes,”

he said. “Ride me, beautiful, take what you want.”

She rode up and down his cock, and he watched her, loving every single second of having his woman in his arms.

He turned her over, and started to thrust his cock deep into her, going harder still.

“Gash,”

she said, screaming his name.

“I know, baby, this is how it’s always going to be.”

He rode her harder than before, wanting to brand her pussy so that it would only ever want his cock. It was sick and insane considering how many other women he’d been with, but Charlotte was all his, and he wasn’t going to give her up, not ever. Charlotte belonged to him and no one else.

Pulling out of her, he started to thrust inside her. She gripped him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Gripping her ass, he claimed her lips, slowing his pace so that he was making love to her, stretching her pussy wider with his cock.

She cried out, moaned his name, and thrust her hips up to meet him.

“Do you feel that, Char?”

he asked. “I’m deep inside you, and your pussy knows what it wants, what it needs.”

“I need you, Gash.”

“Yes, baby, fuck. I love you.”

He didn’t need to hear the words from her lips. He knew what her body was trying to say, and what she wouldn’t let it say.

Gash would love her for the rest of his life. She consumed his thoughts, tore him apart, and made him whole again. This was the woman he’d really been in love with the whole time. Seeing her again, being around her had made him see what he wanted out of life. He wanted a change to be with her, to love her, to show her what being his woman really meant. She helped him to breathe again.

Reaching between them, he stroked her clit as he fucked her pussy, riding her hard and deep.

With a few strokes she came apart in his arms, and her pussy clamped around him. Gash gave himself over to the pleasure, finding his peak, and hurtling over it as he filled the condom with his cum.

This was his world now, Charlotte was his everything, and he intended to keep it that way.

****

Charlotte rubbed at her eyes to see sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. Gash held her tightly to him with one arm beneath her head, and the other cupping her breast. Glancing up, she saw he was indeed still asleep. She had kept him busy into the early hours of the morning, both of them making up for lost time. When she had finally fallen asleep, she’d dreamt of Rebecca and Jeff. Those two had died in a way that terrified her. Someone was after Gash, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was going to come and bite them all in the ass.

Staring into his face, she slowly traced the curve of his cheek.

“I love you,”

she said. It was easier to say the words when he couldn’t actually hear them. She had loved him from the first moment she saw him. Was she wrong to love him? Why shouldn’t she just give into her feelings? They both wanted each other, and when he told her that he loved her, she believed him.

Sliding out from beneath him, she stared down at her nakedness, and quickly grabbed his shirt and shorts. Pushing her feet into socks, she tucked some hair behind her ear, and went in search of a bathroom.

“Who are you?”

She turned to see a brown haired woman coming out of a room, carrying a small baby in her arms.

“Erm, I’m Charlotte.”

“Oh, okay, that’s fine. I’m Tate, Murphy’s old lady, and Tiny’s daughter.”

She gave a little wave. “I was looking for a toilet. I wasn’t sneaking.”

“No problem at all. I can show you where a bathroom is. Come on.”

She followed Tate down a long hall toward a bathroom.

“There’s one. I’ll stand here. If you look in the little basket underneath the sink you’ll find some wrapped toothbrushes. There’s always a supply. They’re like condoms.”

“Okay,”

she said, speaking up loud enough so the woman could hear.

Charlotte washed her hands after using the toilet, before hunting for a toothbrush. Once she had brushed her teeth, she opened the door to find that Tate was still there.

Before she could speak, her stomach started to growl, letting anyone who was close know that she was in fact hungry.

“Come on, Angel’s probably already up. She’s got a weird internal clock that makes it easy for her to wake really early. I’ve even known her to bake bread in the morning.”

Smiling, Charlotte waited for her to lead the way.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?”

Tate asked.

“Erm, I don’t really know what to say.”

She pushed her hair off her shoulder, walking side by side with the woman.

“You don’t need to find something to talk about. Just be yourself, and we’ll be good. I’m really easy to get along with.”

“She’s lying,”

another woman said, coming out of a room carrying a large packet of breakfast sausage.

“Fuck off, Prue.”

“You’re Charlotte?”

Prue asked.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Has Tate tried to kill you yet?”

Charlotte looked at the woman with the young baby. Tate could kill someone?

“No.”

“Don’t worry. Tate won’t actually kill you. She just has an attitude,”

Prue said.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s just in a mood because she ended up with Zero.”

Tate stuck her tongue out and made gagging sounds.

Prue rolled her eyes, and all the time they kept on moving toward the kitchen. Angel stood in the kitchen, and the scent of bread filled the large room.

“I got the sausage,”

Prue said. “I found Tate and Charlotte on the way back.”

Angel turned, smiling at both of them, before rushing toward them, hugging them.

“I’m going to feed my kid,”

Tate said, taking a seat at the table.

Charlotte turned away as Tate started to nurse her child.

Another feminine sigh made her look toward the door. Eva, Tiny’s old lady, came into the kitchen with Tabitha and Miles walking behind her. Charlotte did remember some of the women’s and kids’ names as Gash had shown her several pictures he owned.

“Angel, how do you do it?”

Eva said, collapsing down at the table.

“It’s not my fault. This time, this little person decided to wake me up.”

Angel was heavily pregnant, and from the beautiful smile on her face, she was already in love. Charlotte looked away, knowing what it was like to have those feelings of love, and wishing it was the start of something more.

One day maybe she would know that feeling again, but not right now.

“You’re all lovey-dovey,”

Tate said.

“Does anyone know what happened with Lacey, Whizz, and Daisy?”

Eva asked.

“Lash made sure the parents signed over on the adoption. Everything is going through,”

Angel said.

Lacey chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. Her hair was bound on top of her head, and she wore a white tank and shorts. Ink showed down her arms, as she was heavily tattooed. “What’s going on?”

Lacey asked. “Are we having a women’s meeting?”

“Nah, talking about you and your new kid,”

Tate said.

A squeal released from Lacey. “We have already gone shopping. Sally and I are going to decorate her room all pink, and I’ve already got Whizz ordering furniture. Once all this crap blows over, I’ve got plans.”

Lacey clapped her hands, and Charlotte chuckled. The woman’s excitement was rubbing off on her.

“I’m glad,”

Angel said.

“Tell me about it, those fuckers weren’t fit to be parents,”

Tate said.

“Did you know they left her at school?”

Eva asked.

“Yeah, Angel told me, fucking bad news.”

“You get used to it,”

a dark skinned woman said, walking into the kitchen. “I’m Sunshine. I belong to Alex. He’s the least popular of all The Skulls.”

Sunshine shrugged.

“We all love Uncle Alex,”

Tate said.

“Anyway, I just wanted you to know that you get used to the whole chaos that is the club. The women, they’re all over, and it just jumps from one to the other.”

Sunshine chuckled.

“I hope so.”

Right now Charlotte didn’t have a clue how she was going to get along with all of these women. They had their own little spots, their own little roles to play. She sat at the table and simply observed them. More women and then men entered. The kids ran in as well, and the whole scene before her was that of a family.

“Hey, baby,”

Lash said, moving behind Angel, and touching her stomach. Charlotte watched as he kissed her neck, and Angel went a dark shade of red. “Missed you this morning.”

“Our baby wanted me to bake bread.”

“Remember, relax, and don’t exhaust yourself.”

“I won’t.”

The scene touched her heart. This was a family, one big happy family.

“Charlotte!”

Her name being hollered had everyone turning to her. Frowning, she got to her feet, and left the kitchen in time to see Gash running downstairs. He wore a pair of jeans that were unbuttoned, no shirt, and his boots weren’t even tied up.

“What?”

she asked, gently.

He walked toward her, taking hold of her face, and pushing her against the nearest wall. When it came to her, he seemed to have a thing about walls and pushing her up against them.

“I thought you had left.”

“Why would I do that?”

“She needed the toilet,”

Tate said.

Charlotte’s cheeks heated.

“I woke up and you were gone.”

“Together forever, right? We’re in this together.”

He nodded, and before she could say anything else, he slammed his lips down on hers, claiming a kiss she hadn’t been ready for. His lips were hard and demanding. She had no choice but to open up, and take the kiss that he gave. He slid his tongue into her mouth, and she met his strokes, remembering how good he felt licking her pussy.

Pressing her thighs together, she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him again.

“Ew, Uncle Gash is being so gross,”

Tabitha said, rushing past them.

Gash pulled away, and she saw a large, older looking man chuckle. “She thinks she wants to marry Simon.”

“I guess you’ve got nothing to worry about with her then, eh, Tiny?”

Gash said.

Tiny burst out laughing. “If I could, I’d stop all of my kids from growing up. I don’t want them to.”

The large man she now knew as Tiny walked into the kitchen.

“Simon?”

Charlotte asked.

Gash pointed into the room at a young girl with brown hair. “See that little girl?”

She nodded. “Well, she’s got a thing going with the son of another gang. You see why Tiny was laughing? She can’t handle us kissing, so she’s not going to want to kiss Simon, Devil’s son.”

Once again she was frowning. “That girl doesn’t look a day older than six. Tiny does realize she’s going to grow up, her body is going to develop, and she’s going to want to do more than kiss?”

Gash laughed. “Do me a favor, if you want to live long in this club, don’t tell Tiny that. We’re all keeping that knowledge from him.”

Charlotte chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“I think I’ll enjoy being part of this club?”

“Only think? Babe, this is more than a club.”

“I know. You’re a family, and I’m starting to see that now.”

Gash kissed her deeply, and she moaned. His rock hard cock dug against her hip. Her stomach started to growl, letting everyone close to her know that she was indeed hungry.

“Damn, you’re hungry.”

“That’s why I came downstairs in the first place.”

“We better get some food inside you.”

He took hold of her hand, pushing the way into the kitchen, which was now crowded. She saw a couple of tables were set up in the bar area of the club with men eating.

“Angel, woman, I want food for my old lady, and she needs it now.”

“Gash, stop it,”

Charlotte said.

“I’m cooking as fast as I can. Do you like biscuits, Charlotte?”

Angel asked.

“Yes.”

Within minutes she was sitting on Gash’s lap at the table with a plate of sausages, biscuits, and gravy. She didn’t know how she was going to eat it all, but she was going to give it a go.

Gash reached around her with a fork, and started to help her eat the food. She liked the intimacy of their eating, and knew it was something she was looking forward to for many years to come.

****

Sandy stared across the clubhouse as Stink fixed up his bike. The club was all on lockdown once again, and she was strangely happy about that. She shared his room, and throughout the night Stink would hold her tightly against him. The best part of her night was being in Stink’s arms. He made her feel safe and happy.

“What are you staring at or do I already know?”

Rose asked.

“Nothing.”

“You can’t fool me. You’ve got your eye on that hunky man there with no ability to smell. He’s a hot choice, and everyone knows he’s crazy about you.”

“Stop it?”

Sandy asked, hating how guilty she felt.

“Why? Can’t stand to see what is in front of you? He loves you, Sandy.”

“I was a club whore.”

“So? Are you saying women who fuck any man can’t find love or be happy? That seems a bit … mean.”

Sandy sighed. “No, I’m not saying that.”

“Stink’s not married.”

“I know that.”

“Then what is stopping you?”

“He deserves someone better than me. He’s a good guy, and I’m not that girl.”

“Good, because he’s not looking for a girl. He’s looking for a woman, and he’s looking at you. You’re the one he wants. Stop being an insecure bitch, and go and get him. He loves you, and life is just so damn hard, don’t make it harder.”

Rose tapped her shoulder, and Sandy sighed.

What would be wrong with actually giving in, and finding out what this attraction was like? Stink wasn’t a bad guy.

Making up her mind, she made her way toward him. Even though it was cold outside, Stink was still working on his bike. He loved his bike.

“What’s going on, Sandy?”

he asked before she even spoke.

“How did you know it was me?”

“I know you, babe.”

He stood, wiping his hand on an already streaked dirty cloth.

“It’s not exactly attractive calling someone predictable.”

“Didn’t call you predictable. I wouldn’t dream of labeling you with that kind of shit.”

He stared at her, and like so many times before, her heart started to pound. What was it about this man that had her melting from the inside out? They hadn’t done anything but share a few fleeting kisses. Yes, she shared his bed, but it hadn’t actually led to anything.

“What have you come to talk to me about?”

Stink asked.

“I want to give us a try.”

She ran fingers through her hair, suddenly nervous.

He dropped the cloth to the floor and stepped up toward her. The scent of leather and oil surrounded him. “It’s about time you came to your senses.”

He sank his fingers into her hair, and slammed his lips down on hers. There was no more fight within her, especially as she wanted him as much as he wanted her.