Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Fucking shit!
Throwing the file to the floor, he started to pace the bedroom. This was all just too damn much for him.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
He’d always assumed that he’d been the one fucked over. Now he learned that not only had Jeff and Rebecca fucked him, they had also fucked over an innocent. Charlotte had been an innocent. She shouldn’t have been brought into this shit, and yet she was.
Even now he remembered her as a shining light, always smiling and laughing with him. Just being around her had made him feel good. He’d always tried to make her laugh, which wasn’t hard to do.
Since he’d seen her again, Charlotte hadn’t laughed or joked. The carefree woman was gone, and in her place was a broken one. Anger filled him, consuming him, and there was nothing he could do to give her back what had been taken from them.
Moving toward the window he paused. Charlotte was still outside, and she was staring up at the sky. Did she even realize the way she was sitting? Her legs were out, and her hands with her palms facing up. It was the same position that she had taken in one of the pictures as she’d been interviewed. There was no life inside her.
“You’ve both been broken,” Whizz said, startling him.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d come to see how you were getting on. Lacey’s ruining what Charlotte did of dinner.”
“You knew this when I asked you to do the search?”
“Yes.”
“It’s why you didn’t want me to go hunting for her?”
“Charlotte has suffered enough. She doesn’t need to be used by you to find out more truth.”
Gash gritted his teeth to stop himself from crying. He just wanted to scream and cry, and hurt someone. Jeff Wright. He was going to hurt that son of a bitch, and when he was done, he was going to make sure that the bastard wished for death long before he even got it.
“They tortured her,” Gash said.
“She was helpless.”
“I know.” He’d not been there to help or save her. Instead he’d been locked in a cell, and spent his days planning to hurt those who had put him there. “I didn’t help her.”
“Dude, you couldn’t help her. Don’t beat yourself up about shit you couldn’t control. You can help her now, and that is all that counts.”
Charlotte’s face was turned up to the sky. There was no smile on her face, and she was staring up at nothing. Her face was blank.
“When I was threatening her life she offered to kill Rebecca providing I kill Jeff.”
“I’m not shocked by that.” Whizz shrugged. “What are you going to do?”
“She was carrying my baby.”
“I think you need to touch on the fact that not only was she carrying your baby, you didn’t even remember putting it inside her.”
“Everything is totally fucked up.”
“Do you care that you screwed her?”
Gash glared at him. “What kind of fucking question is that?”
“I’m just trying to make sense of it, man.”
“Sense? You want sense? How about this? For the past seven years I’ve been curious about a fucking woman that I didn’t think existed. Only it turns out that not only does that woman exist, but she’s been someone I’ve been harboring hatred for because she didn’t come and help me. When everything I’ve been thinking is fucking lies. Charlotte needed me. She was pregnant with my kid, and I fucking failed her.” His voice had risen to the point of yelling. He was so angry. This time he was angry at himself, and how stupid he had been.
She had been there, and tried to save you.
She went to hell along with you, and you’d not even known it.
The first thing he did when he saw her again was choke her. Fuck, crap, shit. He hated himself.
“I had a kid.”
“Did you remember her?” Whizz asked.
“I remembered bits of the night, holding her, feeling her wrapped around me. It’s what got me through the worst part of prison. I need to go talk to her.” Gash wasn’t going to run away. All he wanted to do was forget about the shit that she’d been through, focus on his own pain, but that wasn’t the kind of man he was. Years ago, it’s what he would have done, but now, he wouldn’t even dream of doing it.
Now was not the time to shirk his responsibilities.
“We’re here if you need us,” Whizz said. “I’m going to keep on looking, and you can stay here until you need it.”
Gash nodded. In moments like this, he appreciated the club. The Skulls gave him the family that he never had. They were his brothers, which was why he never sought out his own brother. He didn’t even know what had happened to Andrew. They had both come to the club together, and Andrew had failed to make the grade when it came to The Skulls’ standard.