Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You’ve got large tits, Lacey. Get something to show them off.”
The women who passed Gash looked disgusted by him. She saw the interest in some of the women’s eyes as well. Gash wasn’t every woman’s cup of tea, but he certainly made for an interesting shopping experience.
For the next hour she bought so many sets of bras and panties to tease and delight Whizz when she finally saw him. It was getting late, and hunger hit her hard.
“Come on,” Prue said. “I’m starving, and I can’t wait until we get home.”
They headed toward the food court and settled on the burger joint for their food. Lacey sat with Gash and the boys.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed by what you’ve bought,” he said.
“I’m not.” She tucked some hair behind her ear. She was a little embarrassed that it took a man to get her to buy something sexy.
“Do you care about Whizz?” The fun-loving man that was there when Angel and Prue were there disappeared.
“Yes.” She wasn’t going to lie. Gash scared her. Killer and Lash were supposed to be the men no one messed with. She heard both men could kill a man with their bare hands. From the look on Gash’s face, his demeanor, she knew he held a lot of secrets inside him, dangerous secrets. Five years in prison for rape and murder would do that to a man.
“Good. He’s been through a lot. I heard so have you.”
“I’ve survived.”
“The ink on your wrists isn’t a good enough indication that you’ve been surviving. It looks like you’re only just getting through.”
“I fucked up when I was younger. I’ve not tried to kill myself in over a decade.”
Gash tilted his head to the side. “You’re not going to kill yourself anymore.”
“I’ve thought about it. I deserve it.”
“Why?”
She gritted her teeth, glaring at him.
“I’m not going to stop with my questions. You may as well answer them. From the look in your eye you’re back to feeling guilty again.”
“I was selfish. I wanted one more chance to see Whizz, and when I did, you all took out my club.” She stopped talking. Her hands were shaking. “I deserved to die with them. They died because of me.”
“You’ve got that guilt and blame down to a tee. You lived because of Whizz.” He leaned over the table to get close. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Angel and Prue were ordering their food. They were in a long queue, which left her alone with Gash. “If it wasn’t for him, you’d be dead along with those men. Your crew, the fuckers who thought they could mess in our town, would have gotten you killed.” He held his hand up to stop her from talking. “Did you agree with what they were doing?”
“It doesn’t matter if I agreed. I went along with them.”
“You didn’t agree with them. You, Lacey, you came to the hospital to make sure we didn’t kill Butch. You’re not like your club. Whatever guilt you’ve got, you have to let it go. It’s not worth it.”
“Why are you telling me this? Why are you trying to help me?” she asked. “I’m not part of the club.”
“I’m doing this to help Whizz. He deserves it. I’m helping him, and I see the way he is with you. I heard what the guys said from the moment you entered Whizz’s life. You’re both fucking broken, and together you can fix each other. Don’t feel guilty. Those men who thought they were getting revenge would have killed you eventually, not with their own gun, but by their own actions.”
He pulled away, smiling as the other two women placed the trays of food on the counter.
“Hey. We loaded up on everything,” Angel said, taking a seat beside her as Prue sat beside Gash.
Lacey picked up the burger filled with gherkins, sauce, tomatoes, and everything else. Taking a bite she savored the flavor as they all started to talk about what they needed to do when they got home. Would it be so wrong to let the guilt fade?
They killed your club.
Closing her eyes, she let out a moan to disguise the pain. No matter how many times she thought about what they did, she couldn’t hate Whizz. She didn’t know what she was going to do.
Chapter Seven
Whizz took his shot on the pool table. Tiny was playing in the games room while Eva cooked dinner for the club. Lash and Nash were arguing over cards. Steven watched the game, drinking a beer. Zero kept looking at his watch.
“Why aren’t you guys worried about your women?” Zero asked, giving into his frustration.
Glancing over at the clock on the far wall, Whizz saw it was only a little after four. Lacey had been gone for most of the day. He missed her, but he hoped she had fun. When he asked for her to live, he’d not planned to keep her a prisoner within his home. This was his home. He’d not gone and bought a place like the other members. He would look into getting a place later.