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)
“The beach? We’re miles away from a beach.”
“I’ve got my bike. We’ve got no responsibilities. You, me, the beach, perhaps a condo where it’s just us?” He tried to tempt her with his offer. “What do you say?” he asked. Whizz wanted to get away from the clubhouse, and he wanted Lacey with him by his side.
“Just get up and go.”
He nodded. “No one else is invited, just us.”
His heart raced with excitement at the prospect of having her all to himself.
She smiled. “I’d really like that.”
Whizz got to his feet, tugging the blanket off her. “Get dressed. We’ll go right now.” He didn’t give her a chance to protest as he led her into the bathroom. They got changed together even though it killed him to put his aching cock away in the tight pants he wore. He took the lead, grabbing her hand and leading her down toward the kitchen. Whizz wasn’t prepared to hear any protests. Ned Walker coming to the clubhouse with no threat in sight was not something Whizz wanted to witness. The older man had a bad reputation for hurting men that caused any pain to his daughter. Tiny hadn’t caused Eva any pain, but he was her husband and took the full blame in Ned’s eyes.
“Tiny, will you relax?” Eva asked, following her man across the clubhouse with Tabitha on her hip.
“Your father is a menace, Eva.”
“We owe him.”
“Exactly, he’s probably coming to take it out of my organs.”
Whizz chuckled. Tiny loved teasing his woman about her father.
They stopped in the kitchen to see several couples already up. Kelsey was in the room, looking pale and sickly.
“She’s got a stomach bug,” Killer said. “She’s not pregnant.” Killer looked disappointed.
“Where are you off to?” Tate asked.
“We’re going for a ride. Call me if you need me.” Whizz sneaked toast off Angel’s plate. She only smiled at him as he apologized.
“My wife’s food is not yours, Whizz,” Lash said, glaring at him.
Gripping Lacey’s hand, he headed out of the clubhouse with no one else stopping them.
“Why are you rushing?” she asked.
“I mention the beach and we’ll have people coming along for the ride. I’m not into making it a gathering with anyone else. I want you to myself.” He climbed onto his machine, giving Lacey a helmet. “Quick before someone sees.” She stuffed the toast into her mouth as he finished off the slice he had taken. He’d stop for breakfast when they were a safe distance away.
She climbed on the back of his machine, wrapping her arms around his waist. Whizz was out of the compound just as Zero and Prue were making their way out of the door. They stopped, looking confused as he left. His cell phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. When he was far enough away he’d call the clubhouse.
“This is completely insane,” Lacey said, shouting loud enough for him to hear.
“We’re going to spend the day away from everyone else. This is what living is all about.” He let out a whoop then concentrated on the road.
Whizz hadn’t felt this carefree in years. The last time he’d had fun going on a ride was way before Alan. He cut the thought off. If he never heard the name Alan again, he’d be fucking happy. That man was not going to define his future. The torture at his hands was all in the past, and Whizz was determined for it to stay there.
Lacey didn’t try to talk. Thirty minutes later, he pulled the bike to a stop outside of a diner.
“We’ll eat here.”
She handed him the helmet. Her blue hair looked a mess from being contained in the helmet. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. I feel like we’re sneaking away from our parents.”
“We are. I’m just going to call the club to let them know not to worry about us. I don’t want them out looking.”
“I’ll go on ahead and order.”
He watched her walk into the diner before dialing the club’s number. Tiny answered the call into the fourth ring.
“What?” Tiny barked the question out.
“It’s Whizz.”
“Why the fuck did you run out on us?”
Whizz chucked. “He’s your father-in-law, not mine.”
“We’re a club. We stick together.”
He stared through the window to see Lacey had taken a seat near the window. Her head was bowed over the menu she was reading.
“What have you decided about Butch?” Family meant more to him now than ever before. The Skulls were his rock whereas Lacey was his reason for breathing.
“I’m not discussing this on the phone.”
“You talk about sticking together, but you’re prepared to throw Butch under the bus.”
“He’s living.”
“I demand a vote on it.” Whizz would talk to every single member if he had to. Butch didn’t need to be thrown away like that. They were a family for a reason. If Butch didn’t want to be part of The Skulls, he wouldn’t have given away the Savage Brothers’ location. Butch had helped them to end the club that hurt the town. Lacey had even helped them to understand Butch’s part in it, which wasn’t much.