Revenge (25 page)

She didn’t stay around to talk. Opening the front
door, she charged out into the sunlight. Putting the jacket on, she ignored
Dalton’s call.

Right now she didn’t need to hear what they had to
say. Her entire body was shaking. Danny had never touched her in anger before.
In fact, no one had ever touched her other than Dalton.

Putting the hood up over her head, she folded her arms
and moved away from the house they were all cooped up in. The house was
starting to get to each of them. She knew Danny didn’t mean anything bad by
what he did. He hated that they all had to wait to get revenge. Gonzalez had
taken from all of them, and yet he was still walking around, causing death and
pain wherever he went.

She stopped outside of the Fort Wills graveyard.
Holding onto the rail, she stared at all of the gravestones, marking someone’s
name and relation in the world.

Going to the open gate, she slid inside. In the far
corner she saw a grave that was covered over by a tent of some kind. Ignoring
it, she moved toward the bench in the opposite direction. The surrounding trees
and bushes provided enough shelter for her to not be seen.

Lacey placed her hands out in front of her and saw
them shake.

Flicking them out, she tried to force the shaking out
of her hands.

Crap, she needed to go back home and apologize to
Danny. She’d kneed him in the nuts, and that wasn’t going to go down well for
him. He wouldn’t hit her, but he’d be pissed and in pain.

Leaning her arms on her knees, she held her head in
her hands.

Fucked up.

She wished there was something else she could do to
take away the pain that this revenge was opening up. The whole club seemed to
think that once they killed Gonzalez it would be like a magical switch where
they were all better. Lacey wasn’t under any illusion. She knew it wasn’t going
to be as easy as others made it sound. When she was around Whizz, he made her
forget everything else and simply focus on him. He didn’t deserve to be in any
kind of pain.

“I thought that was you,” Whizz said, taking a seat
beside her.

“What?”

“I was passing by when I saw you. The jacket is the
key. It makes it all look distinctive.
The jacket lady.”

She laughed.

Whizz rested with his arms spread out along the back
of the bench. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a falling out with my
family.”

“I didn’t know you had a family.”

“It’s a selected family. We’re not going to be around
for long. We’re only here for a short time. When we’ve done what we need to do
then we’re leaving.” She didn’t like the thought of leaving.

“You’re going to leave then.”

“Yeah, not for a
few months yet.
We’re waiting for something.” Running fingers through
her hair, she shook her head. “Forget I said anything.”

“No, I like listening to you talk. I’ve been thinking
about you,” he said.

Jerking to the side, she turned to look at him.

“Why?”

“You made an impact on my life, and now I can’t stop
thinking about you. You’re in here now.” He pointed at his head.

Should she tell him that he’d been in her head?

“What do you want me to say?” she asked.

“Nothing.
I don’t want you to say anything.” For several minutes they sat at the
graveyard where so many people were laid to rest for others to remember. It had
been years since she went to visit her parents and brother. They were laid to
rest along with all of the Savage Brothers MC. There weren’t any marked graves,
simply the remains of the building that once used to be their clubhouse.

“Do you want to go for a walk with me?” Whizz asked.

“No, it’s okay.” She couldn’t risk being seen by
Butch. Lacey got the feeling Butch would ruin the club’s chance of revenge. She
didn’t agree with what they were doing to Butch, but she knew they deserved a
chance to find some solace.

“We don’t have to go walking through town. I can see
you don’t want a lot of people around you.”

“How?” she asked.

“Spending your time at a graveyard gives away you want
some privacy.”

What harm would it do to walk with him a little while?
He took hold of her hand. Together they walked out of the graveyard. Lacey
wasn’t scared as they took off in the direction away from town.

Her hand was nice and warm within his. She closed her
eyes for seconds just enjoying the feel of his hand around hers.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, this is nice.
Different, but
nice.”

“I like taking walks. They help to clear my head when
nothing else will.”

“Do you still get nightmares?” she asked, running her
thumb over the scar of his palm.

He squeezed her hand and didn’t answer. They started
to walk along a dark alleyway. Whizz made her feel safe, happy. He tugged her
toward the wall and stopped.

“What are you doing?” she asked. He caught her hand
above her head.

“Who are you?” His question caught her off guard.

“I told you I’m Lacey.”

“Lacey who?”

She shook her head. “This is not how this works,
Whizz. I’m not going to give you my name so you can run a check on me.”

“What makes you think I’m going to run anything on
you?”

“I saw the way you were with that laptop and your
name. I bet you’ve got a thing for computers and know your way around anything,
even a government system filled with identities. I’m not an idiot.” He held her
trapped against the wall, and yet she wasn’t frightened. Whizz wouldn’t hurt
her.

She licked her lips, and she noticed his gaze dropped
to the action.

“I’m going to find out who you are.”

They were alone down a dark alley. She was an idiot
for being pulled out of the open.

“Then continue trying to find answers. I’ve got
nothing to hide.”

Whizz stared at her lips then returned his gaze back
to her eyes. The tension inside him changed. Heat flooded her pussy at the way
he was staring at her.

The distance between them grew less as he got closer.
Within the next second, his lips were on hers.

Gasping, she opened her mouth, and Whizz took
advantage pressing his tongue inside her mouth.

Moaning, she circled her arm around his neck. Whizz
released her hand to sink his hand within her hair. The hood was pushed out of
the way as he deepened the kiss.

He lifted her up off the ground, and she wrapped her
legs around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall.

“Fuck!” He cursed, kissing down her neck.

She didn’t know what was happening to her, only that
she couldn’t control the pleasure.

One hand moved from her ass to cup her breasts. Crying
out, Lacey didn’t fight him as he started to tear at her jeans. He released her
long enough to release the belt holding them up. She worked the belt on his
jeans, and then he was lifting her up with his hands on her ass. Lacey didn’t
care that she was partly naked. He ran the tip of his cock through her slit,
positioned himself at her entrance, and slammed inside. Neither of them took
their time in bringing them pleasure. She’d been wet from the moment he held
her hands above her head.

Lacey cried out, biting down on his shoulder as the
pleasure and pain collided. He was the first man in twenty years she’d been
with. All of the other men she’d tried to be with hadn’t succeeded. The
horrible memories of the past wouldn’t rest with other men. She didn’t know
what it was about Whizz. He completed her somehow. Maybe it was because of the
pain he suffered before, but whatever it was, she loved the feel of him inside
her.

“Fuck, you’re incredibly tight.”

She blocked out everything else and focused on Whizz.
He pulled out of her body only to press deeper inside her. Both of his hands
held her tight against him. She knew, in her heart, that this was the first
time he’d been with a woman since his own attack. It wasn’t easy to put
yourself out there after an attack. She’d tried and failed over the years.
Whizz was the first man she’d allowed within her body. Lacey knew deep in her
heart that he would also be the last man she was with.

Whizz stared up into her eyes.

They were connected in more ways than they even
realized. She didn’t want to let him go.

Over and over, he fucked her against the wall, drawing
the pleasure out. The world passed them by, and Lacey wouldn’t have spent the
afternoon doing anything else but feeling him glide inside her.

Chapter Eleven

Whenever Tiny was away on a ride, Eva tended to spend
most of her time at home taking care of the kids and keeping to herself. This
time Baker was sticking around at
Tiny’s
orders while
she tried to arrange the town hall for the wedding. Tiny and Alex’s instructions
had been for her to organize the town hall making it easier to target Gonzalez
and his men.

Putting the phone down, Eva put the price of the town
hall down beside the quotes she was getting. It would be cheaper for her to
organize the wedding at the clubhouse. Renting out the town hall was expensive.
She knew many couples had gone to the town hall to be married. Were they
overcharging her because of The Skulls?

“What’s the matter?” Baker asked, sitting in the chair
with a sleeping Tabitha on his chest.

It was such a shame that Baker didn’t have a family of
his own. He would have been an amazing father.

“I’m getting prices for this double wedding. Tiny
wants it at the town hall and so do the couples.” She blew out a breath. “I
think I’m being overcharged because of who I am.”

“Then go and visit them or get a quote from someone
who has used the town hall before. Once you get the price, you can go back and
start to haggle over the price.”

Miles was lying
beside
her
sleeping deeply.

“Are you happy at The Skulls?” she asked, resting her
chin on her hand.

“It’s interesting. I never expected to enjoy being
around so many people. When Sammy died, I lost everything. I didn’t want to be
around anyone. At the club, they don’t give you time to think about what you’ve
lost. I need that right now in my life.”

Eva smiled. “I’m sorry you’ve lost so much, but I’m
glad you’re finding a way to cope. It’s how it should be.”

The house phone rang interrupting their moment.

“I’ll be back.”

Answering the phone, she listened to Angel complain
over the line. Lash had called and was begging her to stay with Eva so she
wasn’t alone.

“I’m really sorry to do this, but I don’t want him
worrying while he’s away. Will it be okay if I come and camp out with you?”
Angel asked.

“Sure. Do you want me to send Baker to come and get
you?”

“Nah, Ink’s here and he can drive me to you. He can
then
go
and do something back at the club. I’ve
already got the deal with Lash that he can go back to the clubhouse. Baker’s to
stay with us though.”

Agreeing, Eva put the phone back and walked into the
sitting room. Baker was staring up at the ceiling.

“Angel’s on her way over. She’s going to be staying
with us until the guys get back.”

Baker nodded.

“I’m going to make you a drink. You’re really good
with kids,” she said.

“Thank you.”

Leaving him alone, she walked into the kitchen and set
about making a drink. Angel turned up carrying several bags for
herself
and Anthony. Leaving the kids with Baker, both women
set up an extra bed in the kids’ bedroom then arranged for Angel to sleep in
one of the guest bedrooms.

“I swear, I don’t think Lash trusts me on my own. I’ve
never given him any cause to be worried.”

Eva chuckled. “He’s not worried about you, honey. He’s
worried about the men out there who’d hurt you. If Lash thought there was
anything wrong with you, then he wouldn’t have married you.”

Angel laughed. “I’ve gone a little crazy in my time.”

Shaking her head at the joke, Eva finished putting the
blankets on the bed before making her way downstairs. With the kids and Baker,
the two women played games in the sitting room. Hours passed as the kids were
giggling from the antics of Baker. She really did like the new prospects. At
around four, she got a call from Tiny, checking up on her and to make sure she
was safe. She tried to soothe his concern, but there wasn’t much she could say.

Eva knew how much Tiny hated doing these kinds of
runs.

“How is Baker doing?” Tiny asked.

“He’s a star, Tiny. I can’t complain. He’s brilliant
with the kids, and he knows what he’s doing.”