Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Following him out of the room, Hardy paused as someone was coming upstairs. It was a man in his thirties, and before either he or Steven could do anything, Gash had the man thrown up against the wall.
“What happened to the two bitches who lived in that apartment?” Gash said, spitting each word out.
Hardy winced as Gash pulled the guy away, and slammed him back against the wall.
“Fucking hell, let me the fuck go.”
“Tell me,” Gash said, snarling out each word.
“I don’t fucking know.”
Gash grabbed the picture. “Take a good long look.”
The guy stared at the picture, frowning. “The brunette, she left well before the blonde. She went a bit crazy, fucked in the head, and left. Never saw or heard from her again. The blonde, she made a big show of leaving. Don’t know where they went.”
“What do you mean the brunette went crazy?”
“She tried to kill herself or some shit. It was just rumor, but she went a bit fucked in the head, tried to kill herself, hysterical.”
“Anyone else been here longer than you?” Gash asked.
“No. I stay here ‘cause there’s no fucking rent. It’s a shithole, but no one claimed the building.”
Gash growled and turned to leave. Hardy and Steven followed him out to their bikes.
“What the fuck is going on, man?” Hardy asked.
“What the fuck is going on? It’s quite simple. I’m looking for a blonde bitch, and a brunette. I want answers.”
“Which one did you fuck?” Steven asked.
“The blonde. It was the blonde who sent me to prison. It was her that accused me of going mental, and killing her boyfriend. She was the one who told me to fuck her. She was fucking begging for my dick.” Gash looked down at the picture. “I’ve waited. I’ve done everything Tiny asked of me, I kept in line, and I didn’t get my revenge. I’m not waiting around another second. I want to take down the bitch who fucked with me. I want to see her dead, and I’m going to smile while do it.”
“Gash, you’re talking about killing a woman, man. That’s not you.”
“It wasn’t, but no bitch had sent me to prison before. Now, I don’t care. This is what I’ve wanted for a long fucking time. It’s what I’m going to get, and neither you nor the club are going to stop me.”
Hardy watched as he climbed back on the bike.
“Where are you going now?” Hardy asked.
“Back to the club.”
Gash didn’t wait around for them.
“He’s a ball of sunshine,” Steven said. “I never knew he was so fucking bitter.”
“You would be, too. He was incarcerated, and we weren’t always there to offer protection. Gash had it bad,” Hardy said.
“Will he do it?” Steven asked.
“What?”
“Kill a woman?”
Hardy paused, staring at the path where Gash had disappeared from. “If anyone is capable of it, it’s Gash.”
The man had been simmering inside, waiting for the perfect opportunity, and that was coming. He wondered who the brunette was in the picture, and more importantly, he wondered who was going to get hurt in Gash’s need to take out his revenge.
****
“I want to know where she is,” Gash said, storming into Whizz’s room. Lacey let out a squeal, not that Gash blamed her. He’d walked in on the pair having sex, Lacey riding Whizz.
“What the fuck, Gash? Get the fuck out,” Whizz said.
Lacey climbed off of Whizz, and he watched him throw her the leather cut. She pressed it in front of her, glaring at him. He wasn’t interested in the purple-haired woman. Her hair changed so bloody often that he expected her to come down to the main club with her hair looking like a rainbow.
“I’m not going anywhere until you do this for me.” He slapped the picture at Whizz’s chest. “Find me Charlotte Bilson. The brunette. You can’t find me the blonde whore? Get me Charlotte. She’ll help me.” With the way Whizz tensed, Gash knew he’d already found Charlotte. “You bastard. You know where she is?”
“I don’t know where she is. Give me time, and I’ll get you the information.”
“Good. She’s the one I want.”
“Why? She wasn’t responsible for your problems,” Whizz said. “She didn’t accuse you of anything. She didn’t do anything to hurt you.”
“No, she didn’t, but she’ll know how to get to the bitch who did.” He wanted to find Charlotte. The fucking bitch could have been there to help him, and as far as he was concerned, she was just as much to blame for his incarceration. “Get it done,” Gash said, storming out of Whizz’s room.
****
“What are you going to do?” Lacey asked.
Whizz closed his bedroom door, looking toward his woman. Any arousal he’d experienced moments before was now gone.
“I don’t know.”
“He’s determined. You’ve got all the information he needs,” Lacey said.
“When are we supposed to see that Sally kid?” Whizz asked, trying to make sense of everything that was going on in his world.