Revenge (36 page)

She pushed away from the bed once again to move away
from his closeness.

“What are you going to do when he finds out the
truth?” Dalton asked.

Lacey had been thinking about telling Whizz the truth more
and more. She didn’t know what he’d think or how he’d react.

It can’t be that bad.

They’d been together twice, and she didn’t know what
it meant.

Dalton released a sigh. “I love you, Lacey. There was
a time I thought I loved you deeper than a sister, but I realized you’d never
see me like that. I thought you wouldn’t see any man like that. I was wrong.
Whizz, he’s different, isn’t he?”

Tears filled her vision as she thought about the
computer geek that Whizz was. She knew so much about him while he knew next to
nothing about her. It didn’t seem fair at all.

“He doesn’t know what happened to me. When he looks at
me, he doesn’t see the damaged, broken girl. He sees the scars and knows I’ve
been through something, but he wasn’t there to witness it.” She returned her
gaze to Dalton.

There was no hiding the pain in his eyes.

“You can’t move on with us because we’ve seen you at
your most vulnerable?” he asked.

“You’ve seen me when I didn’t want anyone to see me. I
see the way you look at me, Dalton. You may think you want more, but when you
look at me you still see that ten year old girl.” She stopped to lick her dry
lips. Talking with Dalton about his feelings had always left her uncomfortable.
For a man, he always needed to talk. She hated talking. “I’m thirty years old.”

“Whizz doesn’t know you.”

“But he doesn’t treat me with kid gloves. Yes, he
knows something bad happened in the past, but he wasn’t there to protect and
save me. When he looks at me, he sees a woman he desires.”

“Do you really think he’ll see you that way when the
truth comes out?”

She shrugged. “I don’t care what he thinks. I love you
like a brother, Dalton. I’ll never change my thoughts or my feelings.”

Staring out of the window she wondered what Whizz was
doing right that second.

“Danny doesn’t trust you,” Dalton said.

“I’m not going to go talking to Whizz in my spare
time. I don’t want him to find out the truth from me.” She had thought of going
to the clubhouse and finding Tiny and talking to him. Each time she thought
about it, she was overcome with regret. Whizz wouldn’t be the same with her once
he knew the truth.

This was her problem.

“Lacey, you’re going to get hurt.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

She didn’t have the first clue what she was doing, and
the last time she saw Whizz was a testament to that fact.

“Fine, I’ll leave you to it.”

Lacey watched Dalton leave her room.

You’ve got to tell Whizz before someone else does.

Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the
glass. If she told him who she was then she risked him hating her.

The Savage Brothers deserve this.

She was torn in two between doing the right thing by
the club and following her heart. In her mind she went back twenty years to the
man holding her down while he took what he wanted. He wasn’t the first man to
use her, nor was he the last. Opening her eyes she stared at her reflection.
Twenty years had passed since that moment. She was stronger, harder, and alive.
That was the main thing for her. She was alive to see another day.

Whizz may be the first man who gave her an orgasm, or
made her feel anything but anger, but he wouldn’t be the last.

You’re lying to yourself.

She wasn’t going to give up her club for a nice bit of
cock. Even as she thought the words, she knew it was wrong. Whizz was a lot
more than a willing body.

****

Whizz sat at the bar in The Skulls clubhouse. He
couldn’t get the scent or sound of Lacey out of his head. She’d come around his
cock as he pummeled inside her. Resting his head on his hand, he stared at his
fingers. He’d stroked her clit, and she’d cried out so well.

Get her out of your head.

“What’s on your mind?” Killer asked, taking a seat. He
was holding his son as Kelsey helped to clean away the mess.

“Nothing.”

“You don’t look like you’ve got nothing on your mind.
In fact, you look like you’ve got a woman on the brain.” Killer turned his son
and placed his head over his shoulder. “Any vomit will go down my back.”

“Dude, I don’t know how you can stand to have a kid
vomit on you.”

With kids being pushed out left, right, and center,
Whizz had seen too much vomit and baby shit to last him a lifetime. Sure, they
were all cute and sweet, but he really didn’t want to see anything more than he
already had.

“He’s my son. You’ve just got to learn to love all
things baby.”

Whizz dropped his hand to his thigh and turned toward
the counter. He was sipping a soda as he thought about Lacey.

“Come on, Whizz. You can talk to me.”

Releasing a sigh, he looked at his friend.

“I met a woman at the café a few weeks ago,” he said.

“That’s great. Who is she?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know who she is.” He’d checked
the databases, but nothing came up matching her description. She didn’t carry
identification, and she’d not given him any other clue as to who she was.

“Seriously?
You don’t have a fucking clue
who
she is?”

Whizz shook his head. “I only know her first name and
the fact she has blue hair.” He loved her blue hair. She didn’t dye her hair to
get attention. When she sat across from him in the café, he didn’t get the
sense that she wanted attention. She was reserved, quiet, and she was broken.

Like you. She’s broken just like you.

Only, Lacey didn’t look at the scars and ask
questions. She knew he was going through crap, and yet she was more interested
in something else.

“Blue hair.”

Killer was trying to show an interest.

“Look, there’s nothing I need to talk about. I like
her, but nothing is going to come of it.” He thought about the fact he’d fucked
her without a condom twice. The last thing he wanted to think about was where
he’d fucked her the other night.

Sitting on a bench in the graveyard hadn’t bothered
him at the time. He’d gotten her tits out and loved watching her take his cock.

“I’m sorry, man. You’re not exactly forthcoming with
the details. Are you keeping stuff to yourself?” Killer asked.

“No. You know, I’m going to bed. I need to get ready
for what Tiny wants me to do.” He used their current predicament to get out of
the way. Talking about Lacey with his friend seemed wrong. He didn’t want to
share her or what they’d done together.

Going upstairs to his room, he sat on his bed and
stared at the blank computer screens. He didn’t want to look her up on the net
anymore.

You can’t have her.

Running fingers through his hair, he moved toward his
selection of weights. Picking one of the smaller weights up, he started to work
on his arms.

“When I’m done with you, no woman is going to want to fuck you.”

Alan’s voice echoed through his mind, drawing him away
from the present. He fought the memory as hard as he could.

“Whizz, fuck me, harder, please.”

As if she was there in the room, Whizz opened his eye
to find himself alone, but he was no longer trapped in the distant nightmare of
his past.

Putting the weight down on the floor, he grabbed his
jacket along with his piece. It wasn’t safe for a Skull to go wandering around.
He left through the back exit where no one would see him. Whizz didn’t know
where he was going to go or how he was going to find her.

He set out in the direction of the graveyard. There
seemed to be more chance of finding her there than anywhere else.

Gripping the gates, he stared into the darkness
thinking how crazy he was being. There was no way he’d meet a woman at a
graveyard. He was clearly going insane.

“Should I be worried that you’re outside of a
graveyard again?” Lacey asked, appearing by his side.

Turning to look at her, Whizz saw she rested her head
against the metal fence.

“What’s your excuse?” he asked, not responding to her.

“I’ve got no excuse as to why I want to be near a
graveyard other than it’s the only place I see you.”

He reached out and touched her cheek.

“Then we’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

“There’s no other chance of us meeting. There’s stuff
you don’t know about me, Whizz. Stuff I can’t tell you.”

“Do I look like I care?” he asked. Whizz really didn’t
care. The only person he wanted to think about right now was Lacey. She was all
he cared about.

“There’s going to come a point when you really will
care, Whizz.” She touched his hand.

“Why do we have to make this to be something it’s not?”
he asked. “I don’t want to complicate this. This is the first time in months
where I’m not waiting for the nightmares to come. There’s something about you,
Lacey, I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stay away from you. I don’t want to
stay away from you, and I don’t think you want to stay away from me either.”

Pulling her in front of him, Whizz stared into her
eyes. She was so incredibly beautiful, and yet he hadn’t seen all of her in the
cold light of day. He didn’t want to do this, sneaking around to see her.

“There are things going on that even you can’t
control, Whizz.”

“I know. I know there’s a reason you’re in Fort Wills,
but right now, I don’t care. It’s selfish, possibly the most selfish thing that
I’ve done, but I promise you, whatever reason you’re here for, I don’t want to
know.” Whizz knew in his heart he was making a mistake. For the good of the
club he needed to know what was happening and when. For once, he just wanted
this to be about him, not the club.

He cupped her face, tilting her head back.

“Now, I’m going to kiss you and you’re going to shut
up.”

Closing the gap between them, he brushed his lips
along hers. The electricity was amazing. He never wanted to let her go. If
there was a way to keep her all to
himself
, he’d love
the opportunity.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

“Making
memories.”
Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, Whizz released
the hold he had on his sanity and devoured her.

Chapter Seventeen

Lexie watched the last red light zoom off into the
distance. The girls were now gone to either rehab or safe locations. Not one of
them was in possession of a phone or any way to get in contact with Gonzalez. She
was scared for them and for the club.

“What did you do?” she asked, turning to look at her
husband.

Devil had removed his leather jacket and jewelry. The
only piece of metal on his person was his gold wedding ring that she’d given him
and ordered him to wear.

“I didn’t do anything, and I’ve not done anything.”

“You killed someone. What if Gonzalez finds out?” She
wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore. Her children were once again on
lockdown. That very morning she’d had a gun pointed at her head as she was held
against her will. She had to watch Devil fight the urge to kill the bastard
because of her.

“He’s not going to find a body. No one will ever find
that fucking pimp again. We cleared out the apartment buildings. The only
people there were whores, Lexie.” Devil stood behind her, wrapping an arm
around her waist. “I know you hate hearing about it, but this place and those
apartments had changed since you were last there.”

“All of the people gone.”

“Yeah.
Gonzalez has turned it into a vessel for all the girls he buys. He
sticks them in there and put them to work. You saw some of them, Lex. They were
not even legal.”

She closed her eyes as she recalled the lost innocence
staring back at her. One girl was fifteen, and she was wearing a school
uniform, only this girl had no intention of going to school.

“I hate this.”

“When I saw those girls, I saw Elizabeth. If I don’t
take matters into my own hands, Gonzalez is going to have all the control. He’s
going to kill us and take what he wants for scraps.”

She placed a hand to her head. “Please, enough.”

“I know what you’re going through. This is exactly
what I’ve been dealing with, baby. There’s nothing we can do with what’s going
on. Gonzalez has all the cards, and I’m going to take them away one by fucking
one.”

Lexie turned in his arms and placed her palms against
his chest. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”