Whizz (5 page)

“You don’t need to be sorry. I won’t hurt you. What’s going on?” he asked. He was confused by her obvious fear. Yes, during her interview she’d been skittish, but this was outright fear.

“I, erm, I heard what you did, I mean, I heard what went down at the town hall. There’re a lot of rumors about another MC club.”

“Chaos Bleeds?” Once Gonzalez had been killed Devil had taken his club and woman back to Piston County.

“No, the other club. The one that you took out.” She bit down on her full, dark lip. He wanted to do unspeakable things to this woman. The more she stood there, looking tempting as hell, the harder it was for him to resist.

“Don’t listen to gossip.” He left her standing behind the front door as he made his way up the stairs, which had a single long piece of carpet down the center. The house was pristine clean. The mere sight of the inside let him know Sunshine didn’t fuck about on his time. He wondered where she slept.

Alex closed off immediately the thought of her sleeping. It was easier for both of them if he stopped thinking about where she slept at night. The last thing he needed was for the temptation to get so strong he couldn’t back down.

****

Whizz waited in his room while Lacey got dressed. Lash appeared in the doorway looking bored.

“Is she coming or not?”

“I thought you’d be saying goodbye to your woman.” Whizz smirked thinking about Angel’s abrupt exit in the kitchen hours before.

“She’s mad at me. I’ve never spoken to another woman like that in front of her. Well, I can’t exactly call Raven a woman. She’s a whore through and through.” Lash leaned against the wall looking mightily pissed. “Angel will forgive me, but she’s gone to the spa. I hate hearing bitches like Raven talk shit to her. She doesn’t deserve it.”

“Your woman’s sweet, Lash. She’s never going to change, and you’re going to have to realize it. I doubt I’ll ever see her kicking your ass, but one could hope for it.” No man in the club would ever think to take Lash on. He was too scary, too dangerous, and too willing to hurt anyone who stepped in his way. It would be fun to see Angel kicking his ass though. The very thought made Whizz smile.

“Angel knows I’ll never hurt her. I’d rather die than hurt her.” Lash pulled out his cell phone. “Is this bitch coming?”

“Don’t,” Whizz said, warning him.

“You laying claim?”

“No.”

“You should. Boys are seriously pissed off that she’s still alive.”

The whole of the clubhouse was hurting because of the Savage Brothers.

“This wasn’t her fault. She came to help Butch.”

Lash shrugged. “Look, we’re all hurting from the shit that went down. I know I’m not in the mood to deal with her, but I promised Tiny I’d help.”

“She’s not going to kill me.”

“We’re not going to take that chance because you don’t think it.” Lash pocketed his cell phone as Lacey walked out of the room.

“Hey,” she said. Her gaze moved from him to Lash.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Lash left the room.

Offering his hand, Whizz was surprised when she took it.

“Are you going to kill me?” she asked.

“Do you really think I saved you just to kill you now?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Tilting her head back with a finger underneath her chin, Whizz shook his head.

“I’m not going to kill you, and neither is Lash. He’s there because the club doesn’t trust you.” He kept back the part about most of the men wanting her dead. She didn’t need to know how hurt the club was, at least not yet.

Whizz understood why she was hurting. The Savage Brothers may have fucked them up, but they’d been her family for the longest time. Lacey wouldn’t forgive him easily.

Closing his bedroom door, he led her down toward the main part of the clubhouse. Lash was already exiting the building as they rounded the corner where most of the men and women were standing.

The entire room went silent. The sweet-butts, sensing the tension, stayed silent. Whizz held her hand a little tighter. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. Murphy and Tate were standing together, smiling. When they turned to look at Lacey, their smiles became frowns. Tiny was crowding Eva where she leaned against the doorframe.

Whizz took in the room, the relaxed forms that suddenly tensed when they took notice of Lacey. This was what the club had been like before Gonzalez hit, before Alan hit. The family was back together. Sweet-butts, old ladies, brothers, bikers, friends, family. They were finally coming together, and for the first time since joining The Skulls, Whizz felt apart from it. He wasn’t the same man and hadn’t been because of Alan.

Lacey tightened her hand around his, and he couldn’t stop the sudden pain that hit his chest. This was his family, and yet it wasn’t.

Killer approached, his friend and brother from The Lions who always had his back. But Whizz didn’t know what to expect from Killer right now as he’d not taken the time to talk to his friend.

“Hey,” Killer said, offering Lacey his hand.

His friend stared at him while he made the greeting.

Lacey offered her hand. Compared to Killer, Lacey was so small.

Kelsey approached with their son, Markus, on her hip. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

When he got back he’ll make sure to speak with Killer. It had been too long since they last got together to catch up. So much had happened that needed to be changed.

“I’m Lacey.”

“Kelsey, and I’m Killer’s old lady.”

Whizz tuned out as Kelsey introduced her son to Lacey. He looked at Lacey as she took in the baby. The yearning was there. He recognized it and wished there was something he could do to help her.

“Come on, I’ve got shit to do,” Lash said.

“We’ve got to go.” Leading the way out of the clubhouse, Whizz was aware none of the other members came to say hi. If Angel had been present she’d have said her welcome.

“Wow, I thought they were going to kill me,” Lacey said, tucking some of her blue hair behind her ear.

“They want to.” Lash spoke before Whizz got a chance to say anything.

Shooting a glare at his friend, Whizz handed Lacey a helmet. “They’re still dealing with everything that has happened. It’s the first time in a long time where they’ve been able to relax.”

She took the helmet of him. “I spoilt it?”

“You didn’t so much as spoil it. You’re a reminder of everything they’ve lost.”

“What about Butch? Is he okay?” She touched his arm.

“He’s dealing.”

“What about the club? Is he still part of the club?”

Whizz shook his head. “He’s club business, and you’re not part of the club.” In truth, he didn’t know what was going on with Butch. He climbed on the bike, waiting for her to put the helmet on. She did, then climbed on behind him. Her thighs straddled his back and legs. The heat of her distracted him.

“You’ve had a bitch on the back before, Whizz, focus,” Lash said, pulling out of the parking lot of the compound.

Lacey tensed behind him. Firing up the machine, he took off after Lash. This was not the time and place to start delving into those memories. The women on the back of his bike had been fun. Lacey didn’t represent fun to him. She represented living, a second chance, his only chance.

She wrapped her arms around him as he followed the path Lash had taken. He’d already visited the house after it all went down. The old place was burned to the ground. The bodies had been disposed of, and the entire house had security gates around it. In time the debris from the crumbling building would be removed and another place built. He didn’t know how Lacey was going to handle the destruction.

Lash was already climbing off his bike as they parked up. The sun was shining down on the street. He turned his engine off, waiting for her to climb off. Whizz felt her gripping the outside of his jacket in her fists.

Several seconds passed, and she climbed off, removing the helmet and handing it to him. She took off toward the gated area. He watched her avidly, waiting for her reaction to the chaos. There was nothing there. The bodies were gone, disposed of after the incident happened.

Seeing the house from Lacey’s point of view, he saw nothing but death and loss.

Whizz leaned on the seat of his bike as Lash came to stand beside him.

“Has Tiny told you what he wants from me?” Lash asked.

“About you taking over as president?”

“Yeah.”

“I know. Is that why you’re acting out?” Whizz didn’t remove his gaze from his woman. She looked so sad, and he hated the fact he was the cause.

“I’m not acting out.”

“The Lash I know wouldn’t have said that shit to a sweet-butt, especially not in front of his woman.”

“She was running her mouth off about my woman.”

Whizz shrugged. “I’ve seen you warn other women but never be crude in front of Angel. You’ve been acting out trying to prove to Tiny you’re not the right choice to take over as president.”

“And you think I am?”

“I think you’re a better leader than you realize when you put your mind to it. Stop acting out and being an ass. Be a leader. Be what the club is going to need you to be.” Whizz watched as Lacey reached out to touch the gate.

“What about her?” Lash asked.

For once Whizz glanced at his friend. “What?”

“The club doesn’t like her being there. She should have died with all of them.”

Whizz stood tall, facing Lash. He didn’t care how violent Lash could get. Whizz wasn’t afraid of Lash or Killer, their enforcers.

“She’s mine.”

“She’s not a Skull and will never be a Skull.”

“If I claim her and she’s mine, that will make her a Skull. I’ve been through shit for this club. You want to start telling me what I can and can’t have?” Whizz wasn’t in the mood for the club to be down on what he wanted out of life. He’d done shit for The Skulls and showed his loyalty to all of them. There was no way he’d have anyone telling him who he wanted in his life. There was no way for him to claim her yet with all the shit up in the air. Both of them needed time.

“You’re going to claim her?”

“I don’t know, but you better get this through your thick fucking skull, if I do, no one will put a hand on her.” He backed away to step closer to Lacey. Her shoulders were shaking from her tears. This was her moment, and he hated witnessing her pain.

****

Lacey heard him arguing for her. Why couldn’t he be an asshole? Whizz was too nice, too considerate of her. She couldn’t just walk away from him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, whispering the words out to the air. She had to believe Dalton was in a better place. He deserved a hell of a lot more than her.

She gripped the gate hard, trying to hurt herself as the pain of what she saw was too much.

Whizz’s hands landed on her waist. “I’m here.”

“You shouldn’t be fighting for me. I’m not part of the club. Lash is right. Everyone hates what I represent. You need to get rid of me.”

One of his hands left her waist to pull the hair off her neck. “You need to stop talking about what you think needs to happen, baby. I’m not going to let you go, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“This is wrong, Whizz.”

“No, it’s right.”

“I should be there.” She rested her head on the gate. The cold was refreshing against her forehead. “I was supposed to die with them. I’m not supposed to be alive.”

Tears filled her eyes making her vision blurry. She didn’t brush the tears away letting them fall freely down her cheeks.

“You’re alive because you needed to see me.”

“It was wrong. There’s so many mistakes I made.”

He let her go to grip the gate outside of her hands. She stared at his darker hands with the scars from the nails being pushed through them by that monster who had taken him. Whizz had been through so much, and he deserved a woman who was delicate, who didn’t come with baggage. Not only did she come with personal baggage, she came from a club who only symbolized betrayal to his club.

“Did you want to die?”

“I wanted to leave with them. We were going to leave to find a place to settle down. There were so many plans. I hoped to see Dalton fall in love. For so long he’d been looking after me, taking care of me. I couldn’t love him the way he wanted.”

“He loved you?”

“Yes. I was a selfish bitch. He loved me, and I couldn’t bring myself to love him.” The tears were falling thick and fast. “To me, he was my brother. Nothing else.”

“You need to stop worrying about what he thinks, Lacey. He’s gone, and he’s not coming back.”

A sob broke free at the harsh reality of his words.

“Please, don’t say that.”

Dalton’s gone. He’s never going to find love or know what love feels like. You’re selfish and should have died.

“You’ve asked me to show you this house. In a few months it’ll be cleared away, and either another house, a set of apartments, or a business will take its place.”

“All evidence they were here will be gone. No one knows about them.”

Dalton and the club had spent so long intent on taking their revenge, and it had led them on this path. The path to their deaths. She should have known they wouldn’t make it out alive. The rumors about The Skulls had told her they were not a club to mess with. She’d tried so hard to get Danny to see reason, but he wouldn’t listen, refused to.

“No, they’re not gone, Lacey. They’re inside you and part of you. They are gone, but you’re not dead. You’re living, breathing.”

“I don’t deserve to be.” It didn’t matter what Whizz said. She knew the truth of what happened. Dalton asked her to stop looking for Whizz. He’d warned her about what would happen when Whizz knew the truth. Instead of listening, she did what she wanted to do.

He covered her hands with his own. “You’ve got me.”

Turning around, she stared up into his eyes. “I’ve not got you, Whizz. I never had you. I didn’t try to find you that night at the coffee shop, but I knew who you were. I knew what Alan did to you, what you were fighting. You need to let me go.”

Whizz shook his head. “I’m not letting you go.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and forcing her to look back at him.