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)
Charlotte walked into the room and leaned against the wall. The bed was rumpled, and she wasn’t exactly in the mood to sit on someone else’s bed, especially one that had seen a lot of action.
She stayed silent as Gash stood behind Whizz. The wall of screens was impressive but not nearly as much as the ones at his home.
“Any news?”
“Not the kind of shit you’re going to like.”
“Try me.”
“Okay, so Master appeared about twelve years ago, or at least the rumor mill, texts, emails, alerts that people had tried to hide, but the internet isn’t like your standard paperwork. There’s always a trail, a long, dirty trail.”
“Get to the point!”
Charlotte rubbed her hands together to try to warm herself up. Her gut was twisting as Whizz spoke. Master was sounding like a ghost that couldn’t be caught.
“Master doesn’t act like everyone expects him to. He’s cruel, and there are times he employs minions to do his dirty work, but that’s not always the case. What makes him different is the fact he likes to get his hands dirty. No one knows who he is as his name has never been mentioned before. They only know him as Master. He’s unpredictable.”
“And this son of a bitch has an issue with me?”
“Yes.”
Gash cursed and shook his head. “You’ve got no idea who he is?”
“No, none. I’ve got clues. He’s into everything when it comes to trafficking. There are no limits to what he’ll sell. For himself, he only takes women, and most of them end up dead, discovered months after they were taken with a brand on their thigh.”
“What the fuck is this man’s deal?”
“I don’t know, but I’m trying to access all the CCTV in the area that Devil texted me. I’m going to find this fucker if it kills me. Just make sure my girls are looked after,” Whizz said, cricking his neck and getting to typing again.
Chapter Fourteen
“We need to go shopping for supplies,” Steven said, coming out of the pantry.
Charlotte swallowed her porridge and watched as Lash cursed. Gash rubbed the back of her neck as the tension in the club mounted.
Ever since the news that one of Chaos Bleeds crew had been taken and injured it had set all of The Skulls on edge. The kids were behaving, which was a surprise as Charlotte had heard the women speaking of them being terrors.
“Fuck! We need food. Devil will be arriving in a couple of days. He’s packing his women up, but he doesn’t want to risk leaving Spider. We’re waiting for him to wake up, and so far, he hasn’t.”
“I can go,” Charlotte said, speaking up. She wanted to go to the store to pick up some clothes for herself, and some supplies. It had been well over a week since she’d gone to the store for herself, and it would also give her a chance to call her boss up, and let him know she wasn’t returning. In time she’d also need to empty out her apartment. Maybe she could pick up a paper so she could start looking for places for her and Gash to live.
“No,” Gash said.
“What?” She turned toward him.
“You’re not going.”
“I want to go. There’re some things I’d like to get.”
“I said no.”
She felt the eyes of the club focus on them. “You know, I’ve put up with a great deal of your shit since you came back into my life, and for the most part, I accepted it. I won’t be going alone, right?” She looked around the room.
“I need to go,” Sally said, speaking up.
“I’ll go,” Steven said.
“Me too.” This came from Ink, Adam, and Twisted.
“See, I’ll be more than safe.” She cupped his cheek. “Please, I want to go and get some things. Let me.”
Gash sighed, and after several seconds passed, he nodded. “Fine. I’ll come—”
“I need you here, Gash, to look over our other supplies,” Lash said.
She saw her man grit his teeth, clearly not happy with being told that he couldn’t do something. He really didn’t like being told no.
Charlotte laughed. “See, we’re both going to be busy, and we’ve both got stuff to do. I’m going to pick us up a newspaper as well. We can go apartment hunting. How does that sound?”
“Fine! You keep an eye on her, do you understand me?” Gash said, pointing at the men.
“We will.” They all agreed in unison.
Finishing her porridge, she took the bowl into the kitchen. She helped do some dishes, and then the guys shouted they were rounding up to leave. Kissing Gash, she followed Sally, Steven, Ink, Adam, and Twisted. Angel was asking for several items, and Charlotte made a mental note to pick them up.
Climbing into the back of the truck, she saw with Sally, who was looking out of the window. She saw that Steven kept glancing toward Sally.