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)
He couldn’t lose her.
This was the hardest decision he ever had to make. Before him was the reason his club, his family had been hurting, and it would be so easy to kill him, but Andrew would make it hard for him. He’d make it so Gash lost more time.
Either save his family from future pain, or save his woman.
Gash didn’t hesitate.
He turned his back on Andrew and rushed into the burning building.
“Charlotte!” He yelled her name, rushing upstairs.
The first place they’d met was inside her room, and he ran as fast as he could to get to her. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Charlotte!”
He kept shouting her name, rushing upstairs, and making his way toward her. His heart raced, and as he got to her floor, the smoke started to get thicker.
“Help me, please, help me, I don’t want to die.”
Charlotte’s words had him rushing toward her room. He slammed open the door, and there, chained to the radiator was his woman.
“Gash?”
He rushed toward her, staring down at where she was handcuffed to the radiator. Not giving himself a chance to think, he pulled on the pole.
“Come on, baby, I need you to pull with me.”
Together they tugged, and when that didn’t help, Gash lost his temper.
“Go, Gash,” Charlotte said. “I don’t want you to die. I love you. I love you so much.”
He bent down, cupping her cheeks. “You’re not going to tell me that you love me, and then leave me. I’m getting you out.” He tore some of her shirt, and rushing toward the sink. The water was dirty, but it would give them some time. Gash placed the cloth over her nose and mouth, and did the same for him. Then he found an old wrench. Grabbing the metal bar, he pried it against the wall and the radiator. Using all of his weight, he pried and the metal snapped. Charlotte slid her hands out of the gap, and together, they started rushing out of the apartment building. Leaving the room, they entered a cloud of smoke. Grabbing the cuffs, he ran toward the stairs, and Charlotte kept up with him.
Together they charged out of the apartment building, and when they were clear, he picked Charlotte up in his arms, carrying her toward his bike. Removing the fabric from their faces, he cupped her face, and slammed his lips down on hers.
In the distance he heard the rumbling of bikes, followed by the sirens.
“I love you,” Charlotte said. “I love you so much.”
“I fucking love you, baby.”
“You picked me. I didn’t think you were going to pick me.”
“I’d pick you every single time. You’re my woman, and I fucking love you.”
He stroked the bruise on her cheek.
“You let him get away.”
“I couldn’t live without you. Andrew, he’s not going anywhere.”
“Andrew? But—”
“Master is my brother.”
“Gash.”
He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take him out soon enough.”
When his brothers came to a stop in front of him, Gash looked at Tiny. “It’s Andrew. Master is Andrew.”
“We need to get out of here,” Tiny said.
Lash tossed him a set of keys. “We always have spares.”
He unlocked Charlotte’s handcuffs, and climbed on the back of his bike, waiting for his woman to straddle behind him. Staring at the apartment building, Gash wondered about what was to come. His brother was unpredictable, and he’d never for a second believed it would be Andrew who was Master, their enemy.
Gash would watch his back because Andrew didn’t know it yet, but by revealing his identity, he had just brought about his downfall.
Andrew was unpredictable as Master. None of The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds knew what to expect of Master. Knowing it was Andrew, Gash knew his brother. He’d watched him growing up, and now, Gash knew exactly how to play that fucker’s game.
He could have had him tonight, but he’d have lost Charlotte.
With Charlotte by his side, he’d be able to take Andrew down.
****
“You’re an idiot,” Sir said.
Andrew rolled his eyes. He’d picked Russell up along the way over fifteen years together. Russell had nothing to do with The Skulls or Chaos Bleeds, and that was what Andrew wanted. Russell could go through towns undetected, unlike him.
“Be careful,” he said.
“You showed yourself.”
“What fun is it taking down one’s brother, if he doesn’t know it? For ten years I’ve sent many people to take out The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds, and yet, all have failed. I’m not going to fail. Remember the old adage, you want a job done right, you’ve got to do it yourself.”
“Is that why you took out Rebecca and Jeff?”
“No. Rebecca and Jeff had turned against me, Russell. They had evidence, and were in meetings with authorities and lawyers to get them witness protection. Believe it or not, they had to go. They were such disappointments, but their death meant my brother didn’t get a chance to. It worked out for me, even if I did lose two good people out of it. Well, I can’t call them good people now. Bastards were going to turn me in. No one turns Master in.” Andrew laughed. He really did enjoy the Master persona. At first, he’d not wanted to believe that Rebecca and Jeff could turn on him, but when all the evidence had been mounting, he didn’t have a choice. At least Gash didn’t get to have his revenge, and he got a little pleasure out of that. He’d always, even growing up, loved to take shit away from Gash. Soon, he was going to take Charlotte, and then the club, and finally, only when he was ready, would he take Gash’s life. He wanted to make his brother bleed first.