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Whizz sat in the chair beside the bed. Lacey was still sleeping, and he couldn’t bring himself to wake her. Last night after they’d fucked, she’d broken down in the shower. He couldn’t believe he had to break a lock in order to get to her. Resting his elbows on his knees with his chin on his palm, he stared at her. He tried to make her understand, but he didn’t know if she even heard him when he talked about the Savage Brothers. It wasn’t her fault, none of it was. She’d been part of a club who’d been intent on causing problems in order to get their revenge.

Her eyes no longer looked red and puffy. For once she looked at peace, which was something, considering the pain she’d been in the night before. It didn’t take a genius to realize that she was still hurting from the memory of the Savage Brothers. Even before she started talking he’d known exactly what was wrong with her.

Getting to his feet, Whizz left the room, closing the door behind him. Rose was coming out of the room looking sad. Her red hair hadn’t been brushed, but she looked ready to snap at a moment’s notice. She glanced at him.

“Please don’t wake him.”

“Are you leaving?” Whizz asked, walking beside her. They both had a partner they didn’t want waking up.

She shrugged.

“I don’t know anymore.”

The rest of the clubhouse was still asleep. They stepped into the kitchen. Whizz moved toward the coffee machine as Rose took a seat at the counter. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her brushing her red hair. The length went down to her back, long and luscious.

“Have you and Lacey made up?” Rose asked.

“I don’t know. We were doing okay, and then, I don’t know if you heard,” he said, pulling two cups down from the cupboard.

“I heard you making up.”

“She broke down in the shower afterward. I feel close to her, and then something snaps inside her, and she withdraws from me.” He leaned against the counter, looking at her.

“It sounds to me like she’s still hurting.”

“What about you?” he asked.

Rose looked up at him. He’d always thought Rose was a beautiful woman when she was fully made up with makeup. The woman before him even vulnerable was totally breathtaking. Why did she wear makeup when she didn’t need it?

“I don’t know about me anymore.”

“Ten years ago Hardy made a mistake.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him.

“I know how long ago it was. For so long we’ve been happy. I think we’ve been happy, but I don’t know anymore.” She stared down at the brush in her hand. He was used to seeing Rose smile. This side to her was scary, depressing, and it tore at his heart to see her so sad. Rose was part of the club. He wasn’t in love with her, but he did care about her.

“Is it because of the kids being born?” Whizz asked.

“Are they a reminder of what you can’t have and what you’ve lost?”

“Wow, the boys really weren’t lying about you, were they? Since you were taken you don’t beat around the bush.” He went to apologize, but she held her hand up, stopping any apology he would have said.

“Don’t bother to say anything. It’s true. You’ve gotten hard since Alan. Everyone sees it.”

Whizz wished he could dispute what she said. He was a different man, a darker man than he ever thought possible. Cutting off the memory of torturing the man Gonzalez had sent to kill Eva, he forced himself to focus on Rose. He’d lost a part of himself with Alan. There was no way for him to ever get that back. This was the man he’d turned into.

“I love kids. Seeing the girls’ happiness has not affected my own. I can share their happiness with them. I think Hardy and I have been hiding from the truth. If it was just a case of us moving on from what happened, it would have been different. I didn’t move on.” She was frowning, staring off into space as she talked.

“I changed who I was. He didn’t change himself.” She licked her lips, putting the brush onto the table.

“I wasn’t the kind of woman who took her clothes off while dancing for the whole club to see.” The tears that had been filling her eyes stumbled down her cheeks.

“My life was filled with books, cooking, boring mundane crap that Hardy thought was cute. I was a virgin when he claimed me.”

“I thought you hung around the club. I thought you were a sweet-butt.”

“I did hang around the club, but I was with a sweet-butt who has since moved on. She stayed around, fucked several of the men, but Hardy caught sight of me and I never looked at anyone else. Hardy’s always been like that for me.” She shook her head.

“We were young, and I was a fucking idiot. All he ever had to do was ask me for anything and I gave it to him. I never made him work hard for me. He had that ability. I don’t know if every woman was like that. He was the first man I fell in love with.”

“Are you going to leave him?”

“I don’t know.” She started to fiddle with the brush.

“I think I need to, but then I worry.”

Whizz didn’t say anything as she went silent in between thoughts.

“I love him. I really do, and I hate what we’re going through. I wake up, and I think, this day will be different. I can go back to pretending and forgetting, and then I look at him or he’ll say something. It doesn’t have to be relevant, and the memories come. I’m pulled back to that moment I realized the man I loved was fucking another woman. I wish there was something I could do or say to stop what’s happening to us, but I can’t.” She tucked some of her red hair behind her ear. Her blue eyes blurred with tears.

“I don’t know if I can keep pretending to be something I’m not. This woman you all know, it’s not me. It has never been me.”

“You need to do what’s right for you.”

“The club is my life.”

“Then find a way to forgive him or a way to move on. Your life isn’t over, Rose. You’re a beautiful woman. Give him a chance to love the woman you once were.” Whizz poured them both a coffee.

“Just out of curiosity did you wear glasses?”

Rose chuckled, wiping the tears from under her eyes.

“I was the kid who wore glasses, braces—you name it, I had it. When I met Hardy, the braces were long gone. I wear contacts now.” She shrugged.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, Rose. The club loves you. You’re part of us, and I hope you never turn your back on us.”

“I won’t.” She reached over, touching his hand.

“Thank you, Whizz.” She stood up, grabbing a portable cup.

“I’m going to go to the spa to clear my head. I’ve got some decisions to make. Please, don’t tell Hardy where I am.”

“He loves you,” Whizz said.

“I know. He refuses to give me any space, and I need it.” She walked out of the kitchen, leaving him alone.

Whizz didn’t know how long he sat there before Gash made his way into the kitchen. He looked like he’d spent the whole night partying and not enough time sleeping.

“Fuck, I feel awful.”

“That’s what you get for drinking all night.”

“Raven’s been keeping me company. I swear she’s got a pussy that’s never satisfied. I’m starting to think you need to share her in order to give her what she really wants.” He poured himself a cup of black coffee, no sugar or milk.

“Everyone else asleep?”

“Rose just popped out. She’s gone to the spa, but she doesn’t want Hardy to know.”

“I remember them being so fucking solid. I tell you, it shocks me to see them struggling and I’ve been inside for five years. Everything has changed while I’ve been gone. Lash is settled with a good woman, too damn good for him. Nash became an addict. Tiny finally married Eva. Wherever I turn new shit is going down.” Gash took a sip, wincing.

“Fuck, that shit’s horrible.”

“I can’t make coffee.” Whizz took a sip, used to his brew.

“I was hoping Angel was up. She cooks the best food.”

Stink walked into the room next followed by Sandy. The two were inseparable nowadays. Sandy didn’t want to sleep with the club, and Stink had offered to keep her within his room without hitting on her. Stink was in love with Sandy, who had been a club whore up until she was hurt. Whizz knew the man would do anything to claim her as his own. She’d stopped sleeping with the men a couple of years ago, but Stink hadn’t made his move.

“What are you doing today?” Whizz asked.

“I’m sticking around the club. Tiny’s asked for me to wait before I take out my revenge.” Gash shrugged.

“I’ve got no choice but to wait for the bitch to pay.”

“Whatever Tiny says is usually right,” Sandy said, sitting beside him as Stink grabbed a coffee for himself.

Prue rounded the corner carrying Markus on her hip. Frowning, Whizz looked at Prue then at Markus.

“You’ve all got dirty minds. I passed Killer and Kelsey’s room. I heard her throwing up, and Markus was screaming. Killer needed some help, and I adore this little guy.” Prue pressed a kiss to the boy’s cheek.

“Seriously, I’m in love with Zero. You’re all dirty bastards.”

“I didn’t think anything about it,” Sandy said, holding her hands up in surrender.

Whizz was already laughing. He loved winding Prue up. She was adorable when she was angry.

“I’m going to head out to see Butch,” Whizz said, finishing his coffee off.

“I’ve told Lacey she can move around the club. If she wakes before I get back will you show her around?” He directed his question at Prue.

“Sure thing. Angel and I have plans today to do a little shopping. We’ll take Lacey with us, if you want?” Prue said.

“Sure.” Whizz opened his wallet pulling out several large notes.

“Here, make sure she buys whatever she needs.” He gave the money to Prue.

“Will do. Say hi to Butch for me.”

No one else said anything else as he made his way out of the clubhouse. The rest of the club was starting to wake up as he exited the building. The air was chilly as they were getting into fall. It wouldn’t be long for the Halloween celebrations, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. He wondered what would happen this Christmas with everything that was going on within the club.

Straddling his bike, he turned the key, firing up his bike. He drove out of the clubhouse, heading toward the hospital. It had been well over a week since he last saw Butch, and it was time he went to see his friend. When he’d first found out about his connection to the Savage Brothers he’d felt betrayed. In the days that had since passed, Whizz saw the predicament that Butch had gotten himself into. He wished there was something he could to help the other man.

The ride to the hospital was smooth without any problems. It was first thing in the morning, yet it was busy. He parked his bike, paid for the space, then entered the hospital. Several nurses on the front desk stopped to look at him. Whizz ignored them. He’d heard of the pussy that wanted to get close to The Skulls.

He went to the elevator and pressed the button to Butch’s floor.

Holding his hands in front of him, he stepped out of the elevator then followed the long corridor until he made it to the room. Butch lay alone, pointing a remote up at the screen. Whizz stayed silent as he looked at his friend. Butch looked alone, and he hated seeing that. The Skulls were a family.

He fucked up.

Butch had fucked up, but he was still a Skull. It was going to be a long road to bring the trust back, but Whizz knew it was possible. All that had happened was the wrong shit had gone down at the wrong time.

Knocking on the window, he got Butch’s attention. He noticed Butch tensed in the bed. Was he waiting for someone to take a shot at him? Had they all fucked up to the point to leave him scared?

Opening the door, Whizz stood in the doorway.

“Are you in the mood for a visit, sir?”

Butch laughed.

“Nah, it’s good to see someone.”

“What about Cheryl and Michael? I’m sure they’ve been paying regular visits,” Whizz said, closing the door. He walked into the room, opening the curtain to let some light into the private room.

“They’re here all the time. Michael needs to go to nursery, and Cheryl has the shop to look after.”

“None of the other Skulls stopped by?”

“No. I don’t mind. I understand.” Butch placed the remote on the bed.

“You thought I was a hit.” Whizz didn’t pose it as a question.

“I fucked up.”

“Tiny said you did enough to make sure you didn’t die.”

“Cheryl told me she had to blackmail you all.” Butch stopped talking to put a hand to his neck. He’d almost died. If it wasn’t for Cheryl, Butch would probably be dead.

“I fucked up, and I deserved to be killed for my actions.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I know. I did, and now I’ve got to pay the price.”

“Tiny won’t go back on his word. You paid the price in giving us the club.”

Butch looked doubtful.

“It won’t be seen like that. I didn’t care about dying that day, Whizz. I only cared about putting right what I did wrong. I fucked up. Royally fucked up.”

There wasn’t anything Whizz could say. Butch was right. It was too little too late, but he had to believe in the club.

“I heard they got the Savage Brothers. Cheryl told me you wouldn’t let them take Lacey?”

“She’s the woman I was with while the mess was going on. I couldn’t lose her.”

“I told her to stay away from you.” Butch ran a hand down his face. He looked old, withdrawn, and sad.

“I didn’t want her to hurt you, and yet you got hurt anyway.”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to her. I can’t let her go.”

“Do you love her?” Butch asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I love her, but I know I don’t want to lose her.” Whizz took a seat in the corner as Butch turned the television off.

“You’re not angry with what I did.”

“When it first happened I was pissed. I was so angry and hurt by what I thought of as your betrayal. It wasn’t as bad as I first thought, but people died because of it. I know what happened. Lacey told me, and Cheryl told us the rest. You should have come to us. They were idiots for keeping it a secret.”

“They’re all dead now.”

“Yeah.”

“How’s Lacey doing?”

“There are times I think she’s handling it. Then there are other times she looks like she is falling apart.” Whizz sat back in the chair, taking in Butch’s form.

“She’s been through a lot. I’m pleased she didn’t die. Out of all of them she made the most sense.”

Whizz stayed silent. Sometimes words were not necessary.

****

Lacey opened her eye to see a little boy staring at her. No, it was a baby boy. Stretching out her arms, she caught sight of a woman she knew as Prue sitting, holding the boy on her knee.

“It’s about time. I really thought I was going to have to throw a fit to wake you up. I’ve been bored out of my mind, sitting here watching you sleep,” Prue said.

“What are you doing here?” Lacey asked, seeing the door to the room open. The hustle and bustle of the house filled her senses. What was Prue doing in her room?

“Whizz has gone to the hospital to see Butch. He asked me to take you out shopping. Guess what? Angel’s coming along with us. We’re taking the kids with us though.” Prue kept talking. She turned to a baby voice as she talked to Markus.

“Tell Lacey that she has got to come.”

Sitting up in bed, she held the blanket to her chest. Beneath the covers she was naked. Whizz had helped her wash her body then carried her through to the bed after drying her. She didn’t want Prue to see her naked.

“You’re naked. We’ll leave you alone until you’re dressed. I’ve got a feeling Markus is going to have it easy to pick up pussy.” Prue stood, leaving the room.

“Oh, Angel left you clothes on the chair in the corner.”

The door closed behind her, and Lacey thought she had entered the Twilight Zone. Pushing some hair off her face she glanced over at the clock to see it was past ten. She rarely slept in anymore. Last night she’d been so exhausted that she’d passed out cold. Her last memory was of Whizz curling around her as she lay on the bed. Pushing the blanket off her body, she grabbed the clothes then entered the bathroom. Her eyes didn’t look red and puffy. Staring at her face, she actually looked refreshed, which scared her a little. She’d been in The Skulls’ clubhouse, and yet she looked better for it rather than worse.

She went to the toilet, did her business, and washed her hands before brushing her teeth. Lacey dressed in the denim skirt and white maternity shirt that Angel had let her use. This would be the only time she wore maternity clothes.

Don’t do it, Lacey. It’s not worth it.

Walking back into the bedroom, she put on some sneakers after brushing her hair.

“Are you done yet?” Prue asked, speaking through the door. Opening the door, she stared at the other woman.

“I’m done.”

“Come on. I’ll feed you first. Whizz wants me to keep an eye on you.”

She followed behind Prue as they walked downstairs. No one stopped this time to stare at her. It helped that Prue kept talking about everything and anything.

“Where did she go?” Hardy asked.

They entered the kitchen to find Hardy, Gash, Nash, and Steven talking. Angel was feeding her son as Eva was dealing with a temper tantrum from Tabitha.

“I don’t know,” Nash said.

“I’ve only just got up. Give me a break.”

“Rose isn’t in my room, and she’s not answering her cell.”

“For fuck’s sake, she wanted some space. Give it to her,” Gash said, snapping.

“Where is she?” Hardy stepped toward the other man. Gash got to his feet, showing he wasn’t threatened.

“You can get in my face all you want, Hardy. I’m not the one responsible for sticking my dick in the wrong woman. She wants space, deal with it, or you’ll be dealing with a divorce.” Gash snapped up his drink, storming out of the room.

“I love her. I don’t want her to leave.”

“Rose loves you, Hardy. Give her some space,” Angel said, offering him a smile.

Taking a seat at the table, Lacey gasped as Prue put Markus in her arms.

“Right, I was thinking we’ll skip Fort Wills and go straight to the mall in the city. No one is keeping us locked up tight anymore. I need to get away,” Prue said.

Markus wriggled in her arms and Lacey held on as she listened to the other woman. This was more than she could handle. She’d never held a child in all of her life.

“Lash won’t be happy,” Angel said.

“Screw Lash. This is a girls’ day. What about you, Eva? Are you coming along?”

“I want Simon!” Tabitha threw her bowl off the table, glaring at her mother.

Eva rolled her eyes.

“No! Tiny’s right. I’ve put up with your temper long enough, lady. You’re so going in the naughty corner.” In quick moves, Eva put her daughter in the corner.

“You will stay there and think about what you’ve done.”

“She better stay there,” Tiny said, appearing in the doorway.

Tabitha looked shocked to see her father watching.

“That’s right, missy. I saw you.”

She stuck her lip out.

“I want Simon!”

Tiny looked at Eva, frowning.

“She means Devil’s Simon, not Tate’s.”

Tabitha faced the wall, folding her arms over her chest. She looked every inch the spoilt little girl.

Prue placed a cup in front of her.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“Just some toast.”

No one paid Lacey any attention as she held Markus close.

“How long has she been throwing her temper around?” Tiny asked.

“She liked Simon. They were close.” Eva cleaned away the mess.

“I’ve been talking with Lexie. Simon has been the same way.”

“What do you want?” Tiny folded his arms, the same way his daughter had.

“We want to meet up.”

Lacey tuned out as Angel started talking with Prue.

“How’s Kelsey?”

“She’s vomiting. I think she’s preggers again. It wouldn’t surprise me. Killer is always on her.” Prue finished making some breakfast then made her way over to her. She took Markus out of her arms.

“Not that I can complain. They make beautiful kids.”

“Are we inviting Tate along?” Angel asked.

“Don’t go ruining my good mood.”

“I’m not going,” Tate said, walking into the room. Lacey looked behind her in time to see Tate smirk after she looked from her dad to Tabitha. She passed Tabitha on the way to the table, ruffling her head.

“That’s my girl.”

“Don’t encourage her, Tate,” Tiny said.

Tate chuckled, taking a seat at the table. Her rounded stomach was starting to show. She’d almost lost her child after an attack from Gonzalez. Fortunately, Tate hadn’t died, and neither had her unborn child.

“Get your own cereal,” Prue said.

Angel looked at her.

“Don’t mind those two. They’re always bickering.”

Lacey felt like she was suffering from whiplash with the way the two women were talking. Eva and Tiny were talking, and Miles kept eating his food while glancing at his sister. Tabitha was dancing on the spot, not doing as she was asked. There was so much going on.

“Fine. You can go, but make sure Devil knows about it as well. I’m not going to be dealing with his shit because of you two.”

“Lexie has already got Devil’s agreement. We’re going to meet up at Paradise Rocks.”

“That’s fucking hours away,” Tiny said, spitting his coffee back into the cup.

“Yeah, but it meets at the middle. I’m not having Lexie come here and risk Devil kicking your ass. I’m not going to Piston County and have you follow me to kick his ass. Paradise Rocks is neutral territory. It’s not owned by The Skulls or Chaos Bleeds. It’s like Switzerland,” Eva said.

Tiny looked like he wanted to say something else. He looked around the room, and his gaze settled on Lacey.

“Does Whizz know you’re out?”

She nodded. This man was scary as fuck. She didn’t want his anger directed at her, not one bit.

“Don’t you have a voice?”

“Dad, stop scaring her. Prue looks like she wants to shoot your ass, and I heard she’s pretty mean with a gun,” Tate said.

“Shut up.” Prue glared at the other woman before turning to the president of The Skulls.

“Whizz knows she’s out. She’s not a fucking dog. I’m taking her out with Angel.”

“Lash know about this?”

Lacey wanted to die. They were treating her like she was something evil that needed to muzzled or something. Not that she could blame them. None of them knew her, not really. They only knew she had been part of a club that had killed several townsfolk. Eating her toast, she stayed quiet while the others started to talk.

“He knows, and he’s fine with me going with them,” Angel said, cleaning Anthony up.

“Really?”

Angel looked at Tiny. Her face was bright red.

“Really. Lacey is not going to hurt me. You’re being rude in treating her like you are.” She stood, turning her back to Tiny. Lacey saw her hands were shaking.

“Dad, enough already. You keep questioning Angel then Lash is going to kick your ass.” Tate took a spoonful of her cereal and smiled at him.

“Besides, Tabitha’s more likely to hurt Angel than Lacey.”

“Am not.” Tabitha’s little voice came from the corner.

“Are too,” Tate said, sticking her tongue out at her little sister. The two sisters were also giggling as they played with their dad.

“Stop it, you two,” Tiny said, shaking his head.

“Your mom’s going to see Lexie with Simon. I better not hear any more crap from you, missy.” He pointed his finger at Tabitha before moving onto Tate.

“You should know better. You’ve got a kid of your own and one on the way.”

“Will do.” Tate saluted him.

He shook his head, walking out.

Tabitha walked over to her sister, and they high-fived.

“We had him, did you see?”

“Yep.”

Was this what it was to be a family? Lacey had been ten years old when her family had been torn from her. Pushing the thoughts aside, she finished eating as Zero walked into the kitchen.

“What have I told you about leaving my bed?” He pulled Prue into his arms, slamming his lips down on hers.

Lacey wished she could have something like that. Zero was careful of Markus as he kissed Prue.

“You were snoring your ass off. I’ve been awake for ages. I’m not lying around all morning just to get a kiss with your morning breath.”

“Woman, I swear I’ll spank your ass.”

Prue’s smile grew wider.

“Is that a promise?”

Everywhere Lacey turned the signs of love and devotion were clear to see. Lacey finished her food, climbed off her chair, and made her way to the sink. She washed the dish aware of her hands shaking.

Angel stood beside her.

“It’s okay to be nervous. I was nervous when I first arrived here.”

She smiled at the other woman, hating her reaction to being around the club. Lacey wanted to be part of it while she felt she didn’t deserve it. Her family was long gone, dead, by the men who were now around her.

“Stop mauling me.” Prue slapped Zero in the gut.

“It’s time for us to go before we get stuck in a shitload of traffic.”

“Come on.”

“Wait, have any of you seen Rose?” Zero asked.

Angel had grabbed her arm and started leading her out of the room. The two women stopped to look at Zero.

Prue tilted her head to the side to observe her man.

“We don’t know.”

He stared right back at her.

“You know where she is.”

She snorted.

“Of course I do. I’m not going to tell you for you to run right off back to Hardy. That man needs to learn to go without. He should have known to keep his dick in his pants.” They headed out of the clubhouse with Anthony and Markus with them. Prue placed the two pushchairs in the trunk of the car as Angel secured the two kids in their car seats.

“Right, Lacey, you’ve got a choice. You can sit between the two brats or you can sit beside me. Angel doesn’t mind where she sits so long as she’s got an eye on the boys.”

“I’ll sit up front with you.” Lacey didn’t handle kids, and hadn’t touched kids since her ordeal. The last thing she wanted to do was get involved with what she could never have. On the road she couldn’t even get a puppy as they didn’t have the means to keep one. From the moment the guys had it fixed in their head to deal with Gonzalez, she hadn’t been able to settle down.

Get over it.

Lacey didn’t know what to expect from the future. If she was honest with herself, the prospect of the future terrified her.

****

“What’s going on?” Tiny asked, brushing past Alex to walk into his home. Alex heard Sunshine in the kitchen dealing with his breakfast. He enjoyed being at home a lot more than he did being at the clubhouse right now. The men were angry at him for what he had done to Butch and keeping it from the club. It had been his idea, his decision that Tiny had agreed to, and the men were not happy with it.

“Nothing.”

“You’re hiding out in your house because of the shit that went down between Devil and me?” Tiny folded his hands. The sound of pans banging around drew Tiny’s attention.

“Who’s that?”

“Sunshine. She’s my housekeeper and has been since I bought this place well over a year ago.”

“You’ve had this place a year and you didn’t tell me?”

Alex hadn’t told anyone about his purchase of this place. He didn’t want any of the club descending on him unnecessarily, and also, he didn’t want any of the club to be near Sunshine. By keeping his place a secret, he kept Sunshine to himself. From the moment he saw her he’d not touched another woman, hadn’t wanted another woman.

“This is my business, and it doesn’t affect the club.”

“You wanted to give up your life in Vegas, the casino, all the shit Ned had coming your way to come to my town. Why the fuck are you in my town if you’re going to keep shit from me?” Tiny asked.

“I helped create this town. I helped you, Tiny.”

“Yeah, I know you helped me. I know you were always there, but you were not part of the club, Alex. You were a businessman who wore a fancy suit. I did all the shit here. I got my hands dirty while you stayed away. When Michael came out of the woodwork, you told me you wanted to be part of the club. What’s changed?”

Alex rested his hands on his hips. He wore a pair of jeans and a crisp white shirt. The scent of Sunshine was on everything. These were the clothes he bought when he hired her. She washed and pressed them regularly even though she didn’t need to. Everything smelled of her. She’d been the only woman in the house for so long, and he loved it. He didn’t have to share her with her family as they stayed within town. Sunshine did leave the house to visit them.

“Devil was right. I don’t know the first thing about running a club. You need to take care of The Skulls by yourself.”

“You’re not backing away from the club. You wouldn’t even let Butch back away.”

“I’m not backing away. I just see it useless me trying to be something I’m clearly not.” Alex shrugged.

“He was right.”

Tiny started laughing.

“Devil and I are no longer talking and you’re going to back down from the club.”

“He was right.”

“What about Michael? What about your son? He’s part of the club whether you like it or not. Are you going to back down?” Tiny asked.

“Alex?” Sunshine spoke his name, drawing both of their attention away from the argument.

“Would you both like a coffee or some food?” She was holding a blasted towel again. He hated her constantly holding a towel.

“I’d love one, Sunshine, thank you.” Tiny smiled at her.

“How do you know Sunshine?” Alex asked, jealousy hitting him.

“She’s lived in Fort Wills for a long time, Alex. I know her parents, for crying out loud. It’s a small town, and you need to get your head out of your ass or go back to Vegas. I don’t want you around if you’re about to go fucking pussy on me.” Tiny poked him in the chest before heading into the kitchen.

Tiny was right. Something needed to give in his life, and he had to make a choice.