Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“And you’re too busy whining like a fucking pussy. ‘Rose is going to leave me. Where’s Rose? I don’t know what I’ll do.’ Be a fucking man,” Whizz said, mimicking Hardy’s voice before returning to his own. He told Murphy to let Hardy go. He wanted to take on the fucker.
Murphy let Hardy go, but Whizz was ready for him. He took the impact from Hardy’s body, sliding to the ground. Hitting his ass hard on the ground, Whizz grunted but rolled, slamming his fist against Hardy’s face. The other man jerked back but not before landing a blow to his stomach. Whizz welcomed the pain as he looked at Hardy.
“You’ve got no idea what you’re talking about,” Hardy said, wiping the blood from his lip.
“You’re right, I don’t. I’ve never cheated on one of my women with a whore. Or was she a sweet-butt? I wonder how many other brothers had her ass before you got to her. Rose was a virgin when you took her. I thought she was part of the club, but she wasn’t, was she?” Whizz asked.
The first time he joined The Skulls, he’d truly believed Rose started out as a sweet-butt. They’d gotten her confused with her friend. Rose had come with a sweet-butt and caught Hardy’s eye. She hadn’t been passed around the brothers like Whizz had thought. There was a lot about the couple he didn’t know.
Hardy landed a punch to Whizz’s face, clocking his ribs before he pushed Hardy back.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sandy asked, pushing her way through the crowd. Eva was herding up the children to get them out of sight. The other brothers were crowding around them including the three prospects they’d taken on, Baker, Fighter, and Ink.
“Teaching this little bastard a lesson.” Hardy went to land another blow, but Whizz stopped him by blocking the hit, then slamming one of his own underneath Hardy’s chin.
They fought for a good ten minutes before they both ended up on the floor, rolling around, hitting each other, firing out curses. No one tried to stop them.
Whizz heard a car pull up in the distance. Both of them looked up to see Rose and Tiny climbing out of the car. They jerked apart as if their father had caught them. His body ached from the punches, and he might even have a cracked rib or two from Hardy’s fists.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tiny asked. Their president looked past the group to glare at Lash.
“Don’t look at me. I wasn’t doing anything.”
“You weren’t fucking stopping it either,” Tiny said, glaring.
Yep, Lash was trying to do a bad job so Tiny would have to pick another brother to take over the club.
“I’ll deal with you later,” Tiny said, pointing at Lash. “What are you two doing?”
Whizz looked to Hardy to see him looking back. “Nothing.”
“No, you don’t get to nothing me. For the first time in over five fucking years we’re enemy free. We’re getting our shit back together. Gonzalez took a shitload from us, we were forced to wipe out another club, and one of our brothers is laid up in hospital scared shitless that we’re going to off him. I come home to find two more brothers beating the shit out of each other. You better have a good fucking reason as to why you’re doing it as ‘nothing’ is not going to fucking cut it with me.”
Neither of them spoke.
“They were arguing about Rose,” Tate said, standing in front of Murphy. Whizz glared toward the other woman. She shrugged. “You were fighting about her. Hardy’s been whining about her being gone. Shit got said, and it escalated.”
He should have known Tate couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“You can’t do it, can you?” Rose asked, glaring at Hardy. “Why can’t you give me some peace, just for once?”
Tears were in her eyes as she stared back at her man.
“Baby, I love you. I was worried.” Hardy’s entire demeanor changed. Whizz saw the love Hardy had for his woman, yet Rose held herself back. It hurt to see the two fighting so damn hard when they both loved one another.
“No, you were worried that I wasn’t coming back. You don’t love me. You’re used to having me around.” She shook her head. “I went to the spa to relax, clear my head, and I come home to find you beating the shit out of Whizz.”
Rose started walking away. No one stopped her or Hardy as he made to follow after her.
“I don’t want you to come with me. I’m tired of this. I’m done.” She looked behind her toward Tiny. “Will you drive me back home?” She started to walk toward Tiny again.
The devastation on Hardy’s face was clear for the whole club to see, but no one stepped in. This was not their fight.