He jerked back to look at her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m having a cup of coffee with a hot guy in a café. Admittedly, it would go a lot sexier if we were in a bar than a café. I’m easy though.”
She lifted the cup to her lips.
“This is just a cup of coffee. No ulterior motive. You’re not working for Gonzalez, are you?” he asked.
It took every ounce of willpower not to show any emotion at that name.
“Never heard of him.”
Whizz frowned at her, looking deep.
“Look, I thought you looked lonely, and I know what it’s like to be lonely. I just wanted to have a cup of coffee with you.” She waited to see what he’d do. Lacey wanted him to like her, to see the same part in her that was damaged that she could see inside him.
“Okay, fine. I’ll drink a nice cup of coffee with you.”
She smiled as he ordered a coffee by shouting to the waitress. Maybe being in Fort Wills wasn’t so bad after all.
****
Whizz stared at her blue hair and wondered what she was trying to hide. He wasn’t an idiot. There was something not quite right about this woman in front of him. Sure, she was a beauty, but he’d long since given up on beauty. There was more to life than someone pretty to look at. With Gonzalez hanging around, he didn’t trust anyone. He’d done his research on Gonzalez, and he didn’t recognize this woman in front of him.
The moment she entered the café he’d noticed her. She’d been nibbling her lip as she looked at the list of different coffees she could pick from. The hood hid her hair but not her face. He hadn’t been able to look away from the indecision on her face. Her hands had been shaking as she grabbed money out of her pocket. Everything about her spoke of shyness, yet she came over to him as if she didn’t suffer at all.
While he’d been looking at her, he’d seen the fine curves of her body on display, her rounded ass and the full tits her clothing couldn’t disguise. He imagined her body was full, hour-glass even. Fuck, he was getting hard. He was actually getting hard for a woman, and he didn’t have a clue who she was.
“I’m going to break you until you can’t look at another person without being disgusted,” Alan said.
The harsh words stayed in his mind all the time. Everything Alan did to him stayed with him. There was no getting away from it or hiding away from it. At times all he wanted to do was hide away from the truth, the pain, and the scars.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asked.
Her hands were wrapped around her cup, and she reached out as if to touch him but withdrew within seconds.
“I’m fine.” He watched her cup her drink. Her gaze locked on his. Whizz couldn’t look away from her. She hypnotized him where she sat. He couldn’t recall a time since before he’d been taken that he’d been this drawn to a female.
“You keep staring at me.”
“I’m curious as to why you came and sat over here. You’re a beautiful woman. Surely you’ve got a guy waiting for you somewhere.”
She shook her head. “No guy but it’s nice of you to think I’m pretty.”
“You’re way more than beautiful.” He closed the laptop and pushed the device back into his bag.
“You don’t have to be nice to me. I’m sitting here already.”
He shrugged. “I’m not trying to be nice. I’m stating a fact.” Whizz saw her cheeks heat as she glanced down into her cup. “What?”
“Nothing. I guess I’m not used to being paid nice compliments.”
“Well, you should be.” If she was his woman, he’d spend all day telling her how beautiful she was.
What the f**k are you doing?
He rubbed the scar down the side of his face feeling conscious of the mark.
“Don’t,” she said.
“Don’t what?”
“You don’t need to be conscious of your scars. It’s nice to know someone else has been through something that’s changed them. You have, haven’t you? Been through something that’s changed you, that is.” She tilted her head to the side to stare at him.
What did she see when she looked at him?
“Have you been through stuff that’s changed who you are?” he asked, more intrigued than he liked to be.
“Yeah, it’s not too hard to see. You’ve just got to look closely at people and you’ll see there are more of us out there.”
“That doesn’t answer my questions,” he said.
“I know it doesn’t. You’re just going to have to trust me that I know what you’ve been through, or at least something like it. I know what it’s like to have that fun taken out of you. To be held down while someone you’ve never known rips you apart over and over again.” She stopped talking to look down at her hands. “I was young when I was raped and beaten. I had everything torn from me, but I’m here right now, talking to you. That’s all you’re going to get out of me. You’re not the only person who has suffered.”
Sitting back, he picked up his cup and took a sip. They stared at each other for several minutes, neither speaking. The longer they sat in peaceful silence, the happier Whizz became. He didn’t need to talk with this woman. She wasn’t expecting anything from him, and for once, he was happy.
Chapter Seven
Tiny stared at the three men who would later become prospects within the club. He’d been putting off seeing them for some time. Baker, Ink, and Fighter, that was how he remembered them. At this moment in their lives he didn’t give a f**k what their real names were. All three men looked strong, loyal even. They looked like they’d make good additions to his club, and he was more than happy to get them involved.
“Man, look at his ink. It’s f**king awesome,” Pussy said. He had his arms wrapped around Sasha, kissing her head. His fingers were stroking her arm while Sasha traced lines on his arm. The couple looked happy, content. On the floor beside her was the guard dog Pussy had bought for her. It was sweet watching the young couple. Seeing the two together threw Tiny off a bit. Pussy was a joker and liked to sleep around. Tiny hadn’t pegged him for the settling down kind of man. The ring on Sasha’s finger knocked Tiny’s assumptions out of the water. The man was clearly smitten with his woman.
“Do we need a baker?” Angel asked. “I mean, we don’t need anything else to tempt our hips.”