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)
“And my unborn child?”
“We were there. We saw you touch your stomach and say Gash’s name. Once you were out of it with the drugs, we got in touch with Master, and he told us the baby had to go regardless of who it was. Master wanted you out of the way but not dead.”
She felt sick to her stomach. Moving behind Jeff again, she saw that they only had ten minutes. “We’ve got to go.”
Gash didn’t look happy. She walked up toward him, and grabbed his arm. “We’ve got to go. Once this blows, they’re going to lock it all down.”
She moved toward the door.
Gash stared at Jeff.
“You’re not going to find him. Master only comes out when he’s ready,” Jeff said.
“Gash, leave it!”
She opened the door, and waited.
Finally after seconds passed, Gash rushed toward her. He took the weapons bag from her hand, and they rushed toward the elevator.
“It’s going to take too long. We’ve got to take the stairs.” Gash grabbed her hand, and shoved the door open. She rushed down behind him, following him down the flight of stairs. She was unfit, and not ready for suddenly running, but she kept on running.
Minutes passed, and they ducked as the explosion shook the building. They were two floors from the parking lot. They picked up their speed, and rushed toward their car. Gash didn’t take his time to load the guns in the trunk. Jumping in the passenger seat, she waited for Gash to start the car up, and they were driving out of the parking lot. Charlotte looked back in time to see police cars arriving.
“What the fuck was that?” she asked.
“Well, it wasn’t what I expected. Fuck!” Gash slammed his palm against the steering wheel. “I didn’t expect Jeff to be taken out, and I didn’t expect his boss to be Master.”
“Who is Master?” Charlotte asked.
“He’s a bad guy. From what we knew of him he dealt with women, selling girls, and using them. He brands them like cattle.”
“What’s his problem with you?”
“I don’t have fucking clue, but I’m going to find out.”
Chapter Twelve
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.