Revenge (35 page)

“Do you know where the Chaos Bleeds clubhouse is?” he
asked.

She nodded. “We all know about it.”

“Then gather the girls and whoever you think needs
protection. Go to the clubhouse. There will be men there. Tell them that Devil
sent you. They’ll take care of you.”

Samantha walked out of the apartment as best she
could. Her body was clearly protesting every single move.

“You go there and you’re fucking dead, Samantha. Everyone
you know is dead.” Donovan yelled the words before Devil got chance to put tape
across his mouth. She stared at the pimp who’d been beating her up.

One of the boys handed her a jacket to keep her
covered.

“It doesn’t matter what you say,” she said. “You’ve
taken everything away from me anyway. There’s nothing else to take.”

She left the room leaving Donovan screaming after her.

“That’s what you get when you start to hurt the women
around you,” Devil said.

Ripper grabbed the man’s face. “You were the one who
beat up Judi?
My woman.”

Donovan smiled. “She screamed while I did it. Begged
for you to come and save her.”

Over and over Ripper landed punches, one after the
other against the man’s face.

Today was not the day for their enemies to test their
resolve. Devil was determined to get answers one way or the other.

****

Lexie looked up from Judi lying on the hospital bed to
see Butler reappear. He’d been sitting in the room for the last three hours.
She didn’t know if he’d heard from Devil. Glancing down at her cell phone she
saw that he hadn’t gotten in touch with her. This was what she hated the most.
She knew he was going to risk his life to get justice for Judi. The thought of
something bad happening filled her with dread.

“Have you heard anything?” she asked.

“No, nothing.
I got a call from the clubhouse. Several girls have turned up saying
they were there from Devil. If he’s sent them you bet your sweet ass that he’s
fine. He wouldn’t let anything happen to those girls, and he’s got a handle on
the situation.”

She nodded and locked her fingers with Judi’s.

“I know I should
be hating
the fact that he’s hurting someone, but I don’t care. Whoever laid a finger on
Judi deserves to die.” She reached out to push some hair off Judi’s face.
Seeing her with wires hooked up to a machine made her feel sick. Judi loved
life, and this image of her wasn’t right.

“Whoever it was who beat her up was also selling
underage girls. They’re at the clubhouse, but we’ve got to be careful with
this,” Butler said.

“I’m going to get myself a coffee and stretch my legs.
Will you keep an eye on her?” she asked.

“Sure.”

Leaving the room, she made her way toward the coffee
machine. Pressing the buttons, she cricked her neck to try and pull out the
knots.

Lexie took her cup and moved away from the machine,
heading outside of the hospital. She made sure to check all the available exits
in case of emergencies. Her life had changed so much since she became Devil’s
woman that she needed to make sure there were ways for her to escape.

Taking out her cell phone, she pressed Devil’s number
and waited for him to answer. The phone rang and rang, but he didn’t answer at
first.

She kept ringing so he’d know not to mess with her and
to answer the call.

“Baby,” he said, on the fifth time she called his
cell. “I can’t talk to you right now.”

“No, you can’t do this to me.” She moved away from
anyone eavesdropping.

“I’ve got to.”

There was a scream in the background.

“Are you sure he’s the one?”

“Yes, we’re sure. I need you to go to the clubhouse.
I’ve sent a bunch of women, and there is going to be a hell of a lot more sent.
I’m going to eradicate Gonzalez from Piston County.”

“Devil, I’m with you on everything, but are you sure
to do this now? I want Gonzalez gone as much as you, but I don’t want it to
risk your life,” she said, panicking.

“I’ve thought about it. I’m done thinking about it.
The girls are not old enough, Lexie. I need you to do this for me and to trust
what I’m doing.”

“I’m scared of anything happening to you.”

The screaming started to fade, and she knew he was
moving away from the noise.

“I know, but I can promise you, I’ll make sure I
survive. I need you to do this for me. If you don’t, Gonzalez is going to win.
I need to fight him at all angles.”

“Okay, I’ll do this. Please, don’t be so long between
calling,” she said.

“I won’t, baby. I need you. One of the girls is
fifteen.”

Lexie closed her eyes, thinking about when she was
fifteen. She would have died by now if she’d gone through that. “What do you
need me to do?” Lexie trusted Devil. She didn’t want him to die. He was her
life, he and their kids.

She listened to his instructions, hating the fact she
was
having
to do this. Girls at the age of fifteen
should be thinking about their future or if they should let their boyfriends
kiss them.

“I’ll do it.”

Closing her cell phone, she walked into the hospital.
Butler was reading a magazine. He looked at her when she entered.

“I’m going to the club. I’ve organized for Phoebe to
pick me up. Devil wants me to be there for the girls.”

“He told me.” Butler waved his cell phone in front of
him. “It’s going to be hard for them, but you’re the only person suited for the
job.”

She didn’t believe him. Lexie grabbed her bag and
walked back out of the hospital.

Finishing off her coffee, she saw Phoebe pull into the
hospital grounds. Rushing toward the car, she climbed into the passenger side.

“Hey,” she said.

“This is fucking crazy,” Phoebe said. “Vincent called
me to come and collect you. He’s told me everything that’s going on. Is Judi
doing any better?”

“No, she’s not.”

She looked in the back to see all of their kids cramped
in together.

“What happened to Vincent looking after the kids?” she
asked.

“Devil gave him an order to go to the strip club. I’m
not going to argue. I don’t want to end up divorced. Even though Vincent drives
me crazy, I still love him.”

Lexie placed her bag between her legs and looked out
of the window. “I hate this. I hate that
we’re having
to deal with this. Between Tiny and Devil, I don’t know what to expect
anymore.”

“They’re a force to be reckoned with.” Phoebe pushed
the hair out of her face and drove to the compound.

Lexie saw the girls outside of the compound. Several
of the men were trying to keep the women together.

“Fucking hell.
They’re fucking babies,” Phoebe said.

Staring at the clubhouse entrance, Lexie sighed. “This
is going to be a long day. I don’t want to even start with all of this shit.”

She climbed out of the car and walked into the main
foyer of the clubhouse. Women in trashy clothes and different stages of undress
surrounded her.

Putting her purse into the office, she looked around
her.

Devil wanted her to check the women over to see which
ones needed hospital attention and others rehab.

“Right, listen up. I want the ones of you who’ve been on
drugs to line up on the right side and the rest of you on the left. I need us
all to do this, so be honest.”

For the next four hours Lexie worked meticulously to
get the girls into some kind of order. She gave Phoebe money to go and get
loads of clothes so they could dress the girls. By the time Devil walked
through the clubhouse doors, she was collapsed over the table.

The women were not around as she’d housed them in the
spare rooms of the clubhouse and others had been sent to rehab.

“Hey, baby,” he said, rubbing the back of her neck.

“I’m so fucking tired right now,” she said, groaning
as he rubbed the back of her neck. “No, stop. I’ll fall asleep right now.” She
shrugged off his touch and sat up.
 

She left the table and walked into his office to give
them privacy.

“I got a call from Butler. Ripper arrived, but Butler’s
sticking around to keep an eye on them both.”

Pressing a hand to her stomach, Lexie turned to look
at him. “What are you going to do now?” she asked.

“I’m going to make sure the girls are not here by
force.”

“The man who was screaming over the phone, he was the
one who attacked Judi?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Why did it take you so long to get here?” she asked.

The girls she’d seen today scared her. She, like so
many others, knew that it happened, but it was different from actually
realizing it.

“We were seeing where Gonzalez was storing more
girls.”

“There are more?”

“Yes.”

She turned to face the desk for support.

Devil’s hands landed on her hips. “I’m really sorry you’re
having
to
 
do
this. This is not what I wanted to ask of you.”

“It’s not your fault, Devil. This is all Gonzalez. Some
of them were too drugged up to care. I saw the track marks on their arms. They
were drugged not to care,” Lexie said.

He pulled her against him. Both of his arms wrapped
around her, surrounding her with love.

“I know. This is the harsh reality that Gonzalez has
set up. We don’t have any choice in this, baby.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, staring at him.

Devil caught her lips in a strong, dominating kiss.
Whenever he did that, she knew she wasn’t going to like what he said.

“I’m going to cause a little bit of chaos before we
head to Fort Wills. Once and for all, this is going to be over, Lexie.”

“You can’t do this. Those girls—”

“I’m already organizing for those girls to be taken
care of. The women that are staying around here now will be gone by the middle
of the night. They’re going to be gone.” He cupped her cheeks, turning her
head. “I’d never put you in danger, baby.”

She believed him. She only hoped that Gonzalez didn’t
anticipate this move from her.

Chapter Sixteen

Lacey was lying in her bed staring up at the ceiling.
It had been three days since her encounter at the graveyard. She’d been with
Whizz twice, the first man she’d fucked willingly in her whole life.

She rubbed at her eyes. It was her second night of restless
sleep. Climbing off the bed, she padded toward the window to stare out at the
night. She wore a pair of silk pants and a vest shirt for the warm night air.

She touched her lips truly believing she could feel Whizz’s
lips on hers. Danny and Dalton had been talking with Butch. They were keeping
her out of the planning stage of their revenge, which she was fine with. She
couldn’t stop thinking about Whizz from The Skulls. He dominated her thoughts
like the nightmares used to.

Was he thinking about her?

The thought of him standing at the window in the
clubhouse with her on his mind left a smile on her face. She really did like
the thought of him thinking about her.

Her door opened, and she saw Dalton was watching her.

“You can’t sleep?” he asked.

“I’m not tired.” She returned her attention outside.

“This isn’t because you’re tired. It’s because of
him.”

She looked back at him. “What do you want, Dalton?
It’s late. If you want to talk then we can talk. If you want to continue
telling me what I do and don’t want, then please, leave.”

“The club has been waiting for this chance of revenge
for twenty years.”

Licking her lips, she moved toward the bed, taking a
seat and tucking her legs underneath her.

“Do you think I’m going to stop your chance for revenge,
or hinder you in any way?” she asked.

She’d tied her blue hair on top of her head.

“No, I don’t, but I also don’t know who I’m staring
at. You’ve changed, Lacey, and I don’t know what to think about that.”

He took a seat on the end of her bed.

“You really don’t want to know about me,” she said.

“Ever since you’ve been seeing him the nightmares have
stopped. I’ve even seen you smile a few times. Before he came along, you were
fighting everything and everyone.”

“Have you got a point to make?” she asked.

Dalton growled. “See, you don’t give a shit what’s
going on.”

“I give a shit. I really do give a shit, but I don’t
see that causing problems for Butch is going to help us. You and Danny have
this figured out. Both of you think you can rid the world of the pain that was
inflicted upon us. I’ve got a newsflash for both of you. We can kill Gonzalez, even
torture him before we finally kill him, but it’s not going to change the fact
that our parents are still dead. We’re not going to suddenly turn into normal
people who don’t have scars. We’ve got a lot of scars.”