Whizz (26 page)

“I could have fucking killed you and you couldn’t do anything about it.” Whizz stepped closer to her, trying to be threatening. She didn’t believe him. His anger was not directed at her. Lacey knew he was angry at himself.

She placed a palm on his chest, feeling him flinch yet stay for her to touch him. “You didn’t mean to do it.”

“How do you know?”

“You were shouting at Alan, Whizz. You weren’t shouting at me.” She stared at her palm, moving it up to rest against his beating heart. Tears filled her eyes at the joy that consumed her from touching him. “You were dreaming, Whizz. I wasn’t there in your dream. You were alone back in that abandoned warehouse where Alan was torturing you.”

“You’re fucking insane and delusional.”

“If you could have killed me, Whizz, you’d have done it already. You can’t kill me. You don’t want to kill me, and I don’t want to leave.” She took a deep breath, letting the tears spill. “I can’t leave you. I’m in love with you, Whizz.”

He cupped her cheek. “You’re in danger when you’re with me.” His hand moved down to her neck, cupping her over the bruises. “I did this.” Whizz pulled his hand away as if he’d been bitten by her flesh alone. “No, I’m not going to let you put yourself in danger.”

“Tough!” Lacey shoved him hard. His words were causing her a lot more pain than him strangling her in his sleep. “You don’t have a choice.” She kept shoving him as she yelled back her pain. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

Whizz gripped her arms. “Stop this. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I don’t care. Everything hurts if you leave me, Whizz. I can’t let you leave me. I love you too much.”

“I’m going to hurt you.”

“I don’t care.” The tears she’d tried to keep at bay fell down her cheeks. “I don’t care if you hurt me or what happens. I’d rather risk moments like tonight so I can keep all of those moments in between. Please, Whizz, don’t break up with me. I want to be in your life. I love you. Please don’t leave me.” Throughout the whole of her life she’d never once begged another man to stay with her. She was used to everyone leaving her. There was no way she’d ever let Whizz leave her or be forced away from him. “I can’t lose you. I don’t want to carry on if you’re not going to be with me.”

Lacey broke down as the emotion clawed at her from the thought of him pushing her away. She fell to her knees, pressing her hands to her eyes. After so long of keeping everything locked inside, Lacey finally broke, sobbing out her heartache.

Whizz’s arms surrounded her seconds later. “I’m not going to leave,” he said.

“I love you, Whizz.”

He picked her up and settled down on the floor with her in his arms. Stroking her hair, Lacey began to calm down.

“I love you, Lacey. I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.”

“Then don’t let anything happen to me. We’ll do whatever it takes, Whizz, but I can’t lose you.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I won’t go anywhere, and I won’t send you anywhere.”

She nodded, listening to his heart beating against her ear.

Chapter Fourteen

Whizz made sure there were cuffs attached to the bed for the future. Having Lacey break down in his arms had torn at a part of his soul. The club brothers were there to help him as they stood in his bedroom the following day.

“Are you sure you’re not going all kinky on us?” Steven asked, handing up the cuffs. He secured them around the metal and climbed onto the bed. The women were at the spa while the prospects were looking after the kids.

“I’m not going kinky. You saw what I did to Lacey. I can’t sleep in here until I know she’s fine.” He lay on the bed, securing his hand to the bed.

“Why are we watching this?” Killer asked, looking around the room.

Lash and Nash were chuckling in the corner. Hardy was also in the room. He looked the worse for wear. Rose hadn’t been near him in over a month. She wouldn’t budge when it came to Tiny. Whizz knew that Hardy asked to see her or at least speak to her. There was nothing any of them could do.

He stayed on his side then started to tug and fight on the bed. When he couldn’t move, Whizz was satisfied. Every night Lacey would need to secure him to the bed in order to make sure she was safe.

“You can let me out now,” Whizz said, looking at the men.

“You’re the sucker who secured your wrist without the key.” Lash held the key in his hands.

“Don’t be an asshole. Let me out.”

“Nah, I think Lacey should be the one to let you out.” Lash slapped Nash on the back. “Come on, I got plans for Angel when she gets home.”

“I hear you. I’ve got something planned for Sophia as well.” The two brothers made their way out of the room. Hardy stayed in the corner.

“Come on, Hardy, let me out.”

“No can do. I’ve got more problems of my own.”

“Like what?”

“Like I just got the details requesting a divorce from Rose. She’s divorcing me on grounds of adultery. I’ve got to talk with Tiny about it.” Hardy got to his feet.

“You’re just going to let her go?” Whizz asked, concerned for both of his friends.

“No, I’m not going to let Rose get away. She’s my fucking woman. I’m the one who fucked up, but I swear, I’m not going to let her get away from me again. I’ve got to talk with Tiny though. He’s the one who’s handling everything.”

Butch rounded the corner, looking into the room. They’d voted him back into the club on a probationary period. He had to remain within the clubhouse until Ned had a place for him in Vegas. The club had decided that it would be best for the time being if Butch earned his spot back by helping out Ned, who needed a contact for The Skulls close at hand, but Ned didn’t want Butch until the New Year when he could set him up in Vegas. Cheryl and Michael also stayed at the clubhouse. Butch, however, didn’t get to be part of any major decisions. In truth, he was probably in a worse position than a prospect for the time being, until he proved his loyalty. Whizz was happy to have him as part of the club even if he was going to Vegas. It was nice to see him smiling again, regardless of the deal the club made. Some of the brothers were a little tense around him, which was to be expected after everything that happened. In time, it should work out with Butch being in Vegas. Alex wasn’t happy about Michael being far away, but seeing as he’d not quit the casino completely, it worked for him.

“I heard what happened last night,” Butch said.

“I fucked up, and this is my punishment from Lash. I don’t suppose you’d get the key from him?” Whizz asked.

“I can’t. I’m on probation, remember? I’ve got to be good otherwise I’m gone.”

“It’s good to have you back, Butch.”

The other man nodded. “It’s good to be back even though I shouldn’t have done what I did. I’ll make amends for the way I affected all of you. I’m pleased you’re going to marry Lacey.”

“When’s the big day for you and Cheryl?” Whizz asked. The couple still needed to make their marriage official. They’d not actually gotten married in the town hall when Gonzalez was killed.

“I don’t know. Soon, I hope.”

Butch left him alone with Killer.

His friend sat down on the chair opposite him, laughing.

“Who would have thought six years ago we were sitting talking about The Lions, and now we’re in The Skulls clubhouse with you chained to a bed, about to get married,” Killer said.

“You’ve got a kid of your own. How’s Kelsey?”

“She’s feeling better, much better. The spa will help her today.”

“I don’t suppose you’ll get me out of here?” Whizz asked.

Killer laughed. “You’ve got no chance. With your little paddy last night, Lacey deserves to see you punished.” Killer suddenly got all serious. “You need her, Whizz.”

“I know.”

“No, she’s been of benefit to getting you back to the way you were. You’re not fixed so don’t think that I believe you are. You’re better when you’re around her. Don’t push her away because you’re scared.”

“I won’t,” Whizz said. “I’m going to marry her.”

In time he was going to get a house, and together he and Lacey were going to adopt. He’d give her the children she couldn’t have. If she wanted to give him a list of all the things she wanted, he’d go out of his way to give her what she needed.

“I’ll see you around.” Killer got to his feet, making his way out of the room.

“Great, the bastards have left me alone.”

He didn’t know how long Lacey was going to be. Lying on the bed doing nothing was bugging him. He didn’t know what else to do other than to sit and think about his woman. He loved her with all of his heart and soul. The very thought of losing her filled him with fear. Last night he’d have let her go, but he would have gone out of his way to get to her again. When it came to her, he couldn’t let her go. They were connected in more ways than he ever thought it was possible. He loved her completely. She was the other half of him.

The door opened, and there stood his woman. She looked beautiful even with the blue hair dye washing out of her hair.

“Lash stopped me on the way here with this key. He told me to use it wisely.” She held the key up for him to see. “Do you know anything about that?”

“It’s a compromise,” Whizz said, showing her his chained hand. “I’m not going anywhere, but this gives you enough time to wake up and calm me down. It’s what you wanted, right?”

She closed the door, moving toward the bed.

Lacey unbound his wrist, smiling. The bruises were painful to see, but Whizz would do everything in his power to be with her.

“I love you, Lacey.”

“I love you, too, Whizz.” She closed the distance between them. “Do you think we can fuck before dinner?”

He dragged her onto the bed. “If you’re good enough we can both get some pleasure.”

Whizz claimed her lips, moaning as she responded to him.

Their life wasn’t perfect, far from it. Neither of them had a bright past. Both of them were broken, shattered by the events in their life, but together, they were whole. There was no one else Whizz needed, and he’d spend the rest of his life basking in his newfound hold on life, and his woman.

Epilogue

Christmas Eve at the Skulls

December 24
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Alex cheered as Whizz and Lacey kissed. The couple had gotten married on Christmas Eve within the club. He needed to get back home to see Sunshine. Butch and Cheryl had also gotten married, but they’d gotten married a couple of weeks before. Alex had given her away even though he didn’t want to, yet he’d done it because Michael asked him to. What a lot of The Skulls didn’t realize was Cheryl’s ability to manipulate any situation. Ned Walker was also in residence for the seasonal event.

Climbing into his car, Alex took his time to make his way home. Before heading over to the clubhouse he’d done the unthinkable and kissed Sunshine. He’d not given her any explanation as to why he did what he did. He just kissed her, claiming her plump, dark lips for his own.

She probably deserved more of an explanation rather than for him to kiss her.

After he talked with Sunshine he’d go back to the clubhouse to spend Christmas day with them all. Tiny and Eva were throwing all caution to the wind as they delved into the festive season. All the women had been baking for the last two weeks, to hand things out at the church along with the town center. They were making sure the town of Fort Wills was aware of them being sorry and back in control.

Parking his car, Alex saw the sitting room was aglow with light.

Entering the house, he shouted out Sunshine’s name. He entered the house, and paused when he saw Sunshine lying on her stomach. Blood pooled around her stomach, and tears were falling from her eyes.

“Sunshine,” he said, going to his knees in front of her. He pulled out his cell phone about to dial for an ambulance when the phone was slammed out of his hand. Someone punched him across the face making him fall away from Sunshine. She was still breathing but barely.

“You really thought you could hide from us, fucker?” Alex didn’t recognize the voice as a kick landed to his gut.

He rolled away, trying to get to his feet.

Suddenly, he was left alone as footsteps entered the room.

Alex looked up at Preston Cooper.

“Hello, Alexander.” Preston crouched down until he was close to Alex. “It has been a long time. A very long time.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Alex asked, staring at his past.

Preston smiled. “Imagine my surprise when I heard you’d moved on from the casino to Fort Wills, Alex. We were friends. You owe me, and I’ve come to collect.”

“I told you it was an accident what happened to your sister—”

The other man gripped his jaw, hard. “I don’t want to hear it, Alex. A life for a fucking life. You promised me the life of the man who killed my sister. Imagine my surprise at discovering that very man was you?”

So many mistakes were catching up to him. “How did you find out?”

“You were gone from the city. Cops like to talk when you’re gone. You should learn that.”

Preston shook his fingers at the man behind him. “Give me the gun.”

Alex knelt on the floor as he stared at his past. The past that he’d long forgotten about with Tiny and The Skulls at his back. He should have known Preston would come for him. What had happened with Preston’s sister, Elizabeth, wasn’t his fault, but he had to pay the price.

“You won’t get away with this,” Alex said.

The gun went off, and pain exploded in Alex’s abdomen. It wasn’t an instant killer shot, but in time, he’d lose too much blood.

“I think it’s only fair you get to watch your woman die, Alex. You can’t do anything to protect her just like I couldn’t.”

Seconds later Preston and his crew left his home. Alex crawled across the floor, smearing blood in his wake to try to get to Sunshine. She was shaking, and he was losing too much blood. He could barely move, and he grabbed his cell phone.

Alex put a call through to Tiny.

There was no answer. After the third call, Alex started to give up hope. When he phoned the emergency, Alex had lost all focus. He was bleeding faster than ever before.