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)
Gash laughed. He liked Whizz.
“You’ll be pleased to know I’ll be back at the club in a couple of days. I’ll have Charlotte with me. Let the women know she’s not a whore, but I’ve struck a deal with her. She’s going to help me find the two people I want.”
There was silence on the other end.
“You still there?”
“I’ll help you. I want to talk to Charlotte alone,” Whizz said.
“Seriously? What is your fucking deal?”
“That’s the deal I’m going to make. You want me to find who you’re looking for, I want to talk to Charlotte. Believe me when I say that I’ve got your best interests at heart. You just don’t see it.”
“Fine. It’s not like there’s going to be much else for her to do. How’s the club?” Gash asked. Since getting out of prison he’d kept himself confined to the clubhouse and the town of Fort Wills.
“The same. There are days kids are running around, and other days it’s silent other than the singles fucking. I don’t spend all that much time there anymore. It’s why I have a cell phone. I’m actually at home with my wife and kid.” In the background he heard Lacey cursing.
“How is Sally?” Gash asked. He liked the young kid. Whizz and Lacey couldn’t have kids, so they had adopted the younger teenager.
“She’s doing great. It’s a relief that she has settled down at school, and she’s not even causing trouble. There’s no interest in boys yet, but I think it helped that I took several of the brothers with me to drop her off. They have backed the fuck off.”
Gash laughed. “It’ll only be a matter of time before she starts causing trouble.”
“I own a lot of knives and guns. Let the little dicks think they can get close to her. I’ll handle each and every one of them.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” Gash stared at the curve of Charlotte’s back, and a memory that was distant of another back, a naked back, flashed through his mind. Blinking back the memories, he focused back on the call. “I’ve got to go.”
Chapter Two
Charlotte chopped the ingredients for the salad, trying her hardest not to listen to him, or to pay any attention to him. They were going back to The Skulls clubhouse. She never had anything to do with the club seven years ago, and Gash wasn’t the same man he used to be. Then again, she wasn’t the same woman. A lot had happened over the years to change her, and there was no way she’d ever be that same carefree woman again.
He ended the call, and she heard him move away from the table. She kept on chopping even as he moved up behind her.
“Did you have any other friends when we were younger?” he asked.
He moved her hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck. His breath fanned across her ear, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes. Gash was stirring feelings and memories inside her that he couldn’t even remember. She recalled another night where he’d been like this, touching her, caressing her.
“Back away,” she said, whispering the words. It was hard as the two different times seem to merge in the one. She fought it. Charlotte wasn’t about to let herself be brought down by memories. They were her memories.
“You don’t sound like you want me to move away.” His hand gripped her hip while the other forced her to pause on chopping the salad. “Did you have a friend back then besides Rebecca?”
“I’ve told you before, Rebecca and I were roommates, that’s all. There was no one else.” Charlotte knew why he was asking, but she wouldn’t tell him what happened between them. He’d only laugh in her face. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Gash wanted to believe there was someone else there rather than see that it was her all along. He didn’t even suspect it could be her, and that fucking hurt.
“You feel so familiar, and you smell so damn good.” He pressed his face against her neck, taking a deep breath.
She gasped out at the flood of arousal that he caused, taking her off guard. She was transported to another time. The only difference between then and now was the fact he didn’t have the scent of alcohol on his breath. Last time, he’d been drinking, and at first, she had brushed him off. The biggest problem for her was the fact she had always had a crush on him, always. From the moment she first met him, she’d loved him. She had watched him with Rebecca, and even though there had been moments of jealousy, she never did anything about it. That night though, he’d been different. Yes, he’d been drunk, but she truly believed he had been himself. Gash had been sweet, nice, and tender, and he’d made her fall for him even more. He’d told her how beautiful she was, and how he couldn’t stop looking at her.