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)
“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.
Chapter Eight
Charlotte opened her eyes and became aware of Gash cuddled up against her. She didn’t freak out this time. They were both naked, and after the pleasure they had given each other well into the night, she didn’t feel it was right to freak out. She had been with him every step of the way.
Biting her lip, she stared at his face. He was a good looking man. Seven years ago, he’d been good looking, a little thinner than he was now, but not as butch. He also hadn’t had as many scars. There were cuts and scars over his body that she just knew were from his time in prison.
“You know, staring is rude,” he said.
“I didn’t even know you were awake.”
He opened his eyes, and her heart rate sped up. She couldn’t look away, nor did she want to. Gash was a handsome man. Her pussy grew slick recalling the way he held her down and brought her to orgasm. He was persistent in giving her pleasure, and she’d been too weak and too wanton to deny him.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Yes.”
Gash stroked his hand up to cup her breast, and he pinched the hard nipple. He turned her so that her back was pressed against his front. His cock lay between the cheeks of her ass, and he was already swollen stiff.
“Last night, baby, that was just the beginning,” he said, snuggling in close.
“It’s after seven.”
“Just five more minutes.” He groaned, and Charlotte didn’t want to pull away. She loved his arms around him and the way he held her. With him holding her, she felt like nothing could ever take that safety away.
He protected her.
After so many years of being alone, it was nice to have someone close, someone willing to fight for her. She’d never had that before.
Silence fell between them, but it wasn’t a bad silence. It was peaceful. She closed her eyes, and he sighed.
“This is what I imagined,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Waking up with my woman. Obviously, I always imagined that I’d be fucking my woman.”
She giggled, slapping his hand. “Don’t start.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting. The anticipation is all part of it. Besides, you worked my dick many times last night. I doubt I’ve got any spunk left in me.”
“Do you have to be gross?”
“Not being gross, baby. It’s a club thing. I just say it like it is.”
She rolled her eyes. “Will you ever tell me about what happened there?” she asked.
He tensed up. “Where?”
“Prison.” She glanced behind her shoulder, and nodded. “You don’t have to tell me about it. I just want you to know that I’m here if you need it.”
Gash stayed quiet.
“The ward where I was had over twenty patients who were on suicide watch. I wasn’t allowed to leave my room for about two months, unless I was in a wheelchair. They would take me to the dining room to eat, and someone would feed me. I had my own personal nurse who did everything.”
He tightened his hold around her.
“Not being able to do anything made it worse. I told Doctor Williams that him keeping me locked up with nothing to do just made me dwell on everything.” She smirked. “It was the first time that I fooled him. He released me for twenty-four hours.” She lifted her hand, showing the second faint line across her wrist. The first one she had done in the main hospital after attacking Jeff. The second was after manipulating the doctor. Each line, each scar, each mark, it told a story of her fight to leave this world.
Now, she was in Gash’s arms, revealing parts of her life she had vowed to keep hidden.