Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Whizz zoomed in and clarified the picture. “That’s Jeff.”
“That’s not Jeff.”
“I’m telling you that is Jeff.” She pointed at his eyes. “I won’t ever forget those eyes. Do you have an old image of Jeff?”
Whizz nodded, clicking away once again. He did some kind of scan, and there it was, a perfect match. “There are some things people can’t handle, and having your eyes changed, clearly was one of his.”
“Do a complete background check on him,” Gash said.
“Well this man is not Jeff anymore.” Whizz started pulling up bits of data. “Look, this is going to take me some time to get everything—”
“Just give me a name, and an address. I can do everything else,” Gash said.
“And go in with half the information, and get shot the shit out of?” Whizz asked.
“Four years I’ve waited.”
Whizz slammed his keyboard down and stormed up to Gash. “You spent five years in fucking prison. Boo fucking hoo, you had three square meals a day, and out of the five fucking years, I bet you didn’t have to fight every single one of those days. I was trapped, caged up, and fucking tortured for hours. I was taken, Gash. I know that pain. If you think I’m making you wait on purpose, then find someone else. I don’t know you from way back then. I know you now, as my club brother, and a man I’d die for. Give me the night to get every fucking thing you need so you don’t get yourself and Charlie killed.”
“I’m going to leave you two alone.” Charlotte left the room, closing the door behind her.
The moment the door closed, Whizz wrapped his fingers around Gash’s neck, and threw him up against the wall. “I was repeatedly raped. My ass ripped open, and I was helpless to fight. Don’t let me make a mistake, and let you walk into the same kind of hell. This is what I do, but it takes fucking time.” There was a darkness, a pain, and a helplessness inside his eyes that made Gash relent.
“Fine.”
“You and Charlotte can stay the night. I’ll work through the night to make sure you’re ready to leave.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to do that.”
Gash gripped the back of Whizz’s neck and pressed his forehead to his. “I’m sorry.”
“She’s in love with you, Gash.”
Releasing his friend, Gash shook his head. “She can’t stand me.”
“There’s more to Charlotte than she lets you see. Give her a chance, and she’ll surprise you.” Whizz turned away and started working on his computer.
Leaving the room, Gash was kicked in the balls. He cupped his dick and stared at Lacey.
“Don’t ever put him in that place again. Whizz cares about the whole of the club. His loyalty will get him killed one day. He puts his life at risk every time he digs deep into places he’s not supposed to go.”
“You didn’t have to kick me in the balls.”
“I did. You only know one language, and that language is violence. I will protect my man. Charlotte is in the kitchen. I’ve hired her to cook for me. You’ve got a better chance of leaving without food poisoning.”
Lacey stepped over him and entered the nerd room.
Fucking bitch packed a punch. Getting to his feet, he made his way back into the kitchen. Charlotte was chopping up some vegetables and gave him a small smile.
“She got you on kitchen duty.”
“Told me unless I want takeout, I’ve got to cook.”
“Angel’s tried teaching her how to cook, but it seems the only thing she knows how to do is her hair.” Gash shook his head. Charlotte didn’t say anything, and kept on chopping. This was what he remembered about her from the past. She didn’t speak unless she really needed to. He’d always tried to make her talk, to bring her out of her shell. “You didn’t scream in there?”
“Did you get out what you needed to?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I’m fine with that. You’re the kind of guy who needs to shoot first and ask questions later. That’s up to you.”
“You think that’s different?” he asked.
“It’s different to how you used to be.” She shrugged. “I wasn’t the one that went to prison—”
“Where did you go?”
“What?” she asked.
“When I was sentenced, where were you?”
Tears filled her eyes, and she stopped chopping. “I’m not ready to tell you.”
“You’ve got something to tell me then?”
“Yes. I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Will it make me angry?” he asked.
She took in a deep breath. “I don’t know if you’ll be angry or if you’ll even care. I’m not ready.”
Gash nodded. “I’ll stop asking until you’re ready.”
****
Stink watched Sandy cleaning the dishes, and sighed as he leaned against the doorframe. She was always running away from him, and he really wished he knew what to say to her to make her understand he didn’t give a shit what she once was.