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)
Gash stared into Whizz’s scarred face. “I know you went through shit, and the man responsible is dead, killed by Prue. I know what went on with the club, but you never knew me before I went inside. You joined The Skulls after that. If you knew me before now, you’d understand what I need.”
“Give him the information he needs, Whizz. It won’t go away until you do,” Nash said, coming to stand behind him.
“He’ll go down again,” Whizz said. The whole club was concerned that once Gash knew where the people were, he’d go on a killing rampage, and end back in prison. None of them wanted that to happen.
The whole club knew what he wanted to do.
Whizz nodded, letting out a breath. “I’ve not found anything. I’ll dig deeper until I have what you’re looking for.”
The woman Gash had been looking for, along with the man, had entered into witness protection where he couldn’t touch them. Gash didn’t know all the details, but he soon would.
He watched as Whizz got out of his seat and left.
“Thanks,” he said, turning to Nash.
“No problem. Whizz is just looking out for you. We all are, but you’re right, he doesn’t know what you were like. It’s not his fault.”
Taking a long swig of beer, Gash looked around the room at the club. There were so many couples now, so much life, and so much family. Gash wanted to be part of it more than anything, but he held himself back. He had to do something he’d always promised himself he wouldn’t do. He was going to kill a woman, and make sure the man who’d put him away died along with her.
There was going to be so much bloodshed by the time he was finished that he didn’t think he’d be good enough to join back with The Skulls. Killing like that took a lot out of a man. He’d killed before in the past but never like this.
There may not be any coming back from this.
Gash was prepared for that. Besides the club, he didn’t have anything else to live for.
****
Rose rushed to the toilet, spewing up everything she’d eaten last night. Fighter rushed into the bathroom, holding her hair back. He was staying in the spare bedroom to keep her safe. She didn’t know if it was down to Hardy, Tiny, or Lash as to why someone was with her all the time. Once she’d finished dealing with her sickness she was going to ask him.
“That’s it, you’re okay.”
She heaved a final time, before collapsing back.
Fighter handed her a paper towel, and she took it from him grateful for his help. She wiped her mouth, climbing up to look at herself in the mirror above the sink.
“Are you done?” Fighter asked.
“Yeah, thank you.”
“Think nothing of it.” He left her alone.
He’d rushed into the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. She was older than Fighter, but even still, she wasn’t attracted to him. He was the latest prospect for The Skulls. Baker, another prospect, had already been patched in while Fighter was still earning his place. She didn’t doubt he’d soon be a patched in member of The Skulls. He deserved it.
After she brushed her teeth and washed her face, she made her way back to her room. She dressed in loose sweats and a large baggy shirt. Rose didn’t feel in the mood to be sexy, not one bit.
Once she was downstairs, she found Fighter was already reading the paper.
“Who sent you over here?” she asked.
“Well, it started out with Tiny sending us over here. Now, Hardy has asked us to keep an eye on you. We’re taking it in turns to make sure you’re okay,” he said.
She was oddly touched by Hardy’s concern for her. In the past he was rarely concerned about her, or about what would happen to her. She’d spend days alone waiting for him to come home even before he cheated. Then he’d cheated, and she’d started spending more and more time at the club, losing herself to her unending fear of losing him.
“He does love you, you know?” Fighter asked.
“I know he loves me.”
“Have you thought about what I said, about making a decision?”
Rose leaned against the counter and stared at him. A couple of months ago Fighter had been the one who told her she was being cruel in using Hardy. He’d opened her eyes to her own selfish belief that she was getting payback for Hardy cheating. Her mind was so screwed up that she didn’t recognize herself at times.
“I’m not going to use him, Fighter. It’s, erm, it’s complicated.”
Fighter nodded. “I didn’t know you before. I only know from what I hear at the club. I’m really sorry you’ve been hurt. You’re a good woman, Rose, a nice woman.”