Page 45 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