“That bastard attacked us. Don’t you think we’ve got a right to know why?” Angel asked.
“Whatever you’ve got to say can be discussed with Tiny. I’m not about to have my ass handed to me within days of the job. I want you both out of here and away from this.”
Seeing Baker wasn’t going to budge, Eva helped Angel out of the room. Together they made their way upstairs to the bathroom.
Eva went to pop her head around the corner. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Angel said.
“Why?”
“You’ve got a bruise all over your face. It’s not particularly pretty, and the kids are going to ask questions.”
“Okay, you talk to them, and I’ll go and get the bathroom ready for us.”
She passed the kids without looking in. Eva listened to Angel talking to all of them. Opening the bathroom door, Eva looked at her reflection and winced. Her jaw was starting to come out, and her face looked slightly swollen from the attack.
“See what I mean?” Angel asked.
“Yeah.”
Together, the two women started to go over their bruises and make sure there was nothing wrong with either of them.
“Tiny wants Lash to take over from The Skulls in a few years’ time,” Angel said.
“I know.”
“We’re not ready for that.”
“Then it’s a good job you’ve got a couple of years before you need to start worrying. Tiny won’t give the club over to you until he’s sure that you’re ready to take over.”
She lifted Angel’s shirt up and over her head. She wore a red lacy bra. The only person who’d buy Angel something so sexy was Lash. Eva couldn’t help but smile at the charming couple.
She saw the bruise on Angel’s arm and across her side from the fight.
“You’re going to be okay.”
“I hope the club will be okay. I think Gonzalez has finally started to attack.”
Eva couldn’t argue with her. She only hoped they all survived the end of it.
****
Tiny stormed into his house with Lash and several of his men behind him.
“Eva!” He yelled her name, needing to see that she was okay.
Baker rounded the corner. “She’s upstairs. I’ve not let either woman near this bastard. I got them out of the way for you.”
Going down the long corridor, he rounded the corner to see the man tied to one of Eva’s fancy chairs. The man was awake and showing no signs of remorse in his eyes.
Walking toward him, Tiny straddled the chair and raised his fist. Slamming his fist into one side of his face, he did the same with the other.
“Who the f**k are you?” he asked.
The man didn’t say anything. His gaze was distant as Tiny lashed out again. He kept hitting out, but nothing came of it. The man wasn’t talking to him.
“You’ve got to let him go,” Devil said, pulling him off the bastard. “There’s no point in killing him until we know what he knows.”
Shoving Devil off him, Tiny turned and glared at him. “This is my f**king house and my town. You don’t get a say here, so back the f**k off.”
“Tiny?” Lash asked.
He turned to look at the other man. Lash looked like he was struggling to keep himself contained.
“What?”
“He’s the one who was here to help us. Don’t turn this around on Devil.”
“We’ve got to do this right, as otherwise we’re never going to know the truth. I want to f**k over Gonzalez as much as the next person. There’s ways of making a man talk. You’re going to kill him before he can say anything,” Devil said.
Tiny was past trying to find the truth. Gonzalez had sent this bastard to kill his woman. All he wanted was blood.
“I can get it out of him,” Whizz said, drawing their attention to him.
“What?” Tiny asked. He was so f**king angry.
“I can get what we need out of him.”
Whizz entered the kitchen and moved toward the man’s side. Tiny watched as Whizz searched the man’s pockets pulling out a kit.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t think to check him,” Baker said.
“Don’t worry about it. Go to our women and get the kids. I don’t want them to be here for this,” Tiny said.
Following Baker out of the kitchen, Tiny waited at the bottom of the stairs. Baker was carrying Tabitha while Eva carried Miles. One side of her face was bruised to f**k, and Angel looked worse for wear. Fuck, he shouldn’t have left them. He knew it was a bad idea, but he hadn’t listened.
“Baby,” Lash said.
Angel went into his arms. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” she said.
“You don’t have to be worried about anything.”
Pulling Eva away from the other two, Tiny reached out to touch her cheek.
“What happened?”
“I was with Baker getting the kids ready for bed when I heard Angel shout. I didn’t think, and I ran downstairs to help her. I’m sorry.”
He pressed a kiss to her good cheek. “You don’t need to be sorry. I’m going to find out who he’s working for and then I’m going to get rid of him.”
“Be careful,” she said.
“I’m always careful.”
Tiny walked her out toward the car. Giving Baker a nod, he watched them leave. Going back inside the house with Lash, he closed and locked the door. Nash and Zero went and checked to make sure all the windows were locked.
Entering the kitchen, he found Whizz had set up the counter with the guy’s instruments. This was not a side of Whizz he’d ever seen before. This was all new to him as well.
“Can I start?” Whizz asked.
“Yes.”
While he’d been talking with Eva, someone had arranged a plastic sheet underneath the man.
“Who do you work for?” Whizz asked, tearing off the tape covering the man’s mouth.
“Fuck you.”
Whizz used his fist, slamming his knuckles into the man’s face.
“Who do you work for?”
The same response came. Whizz used his fists over the guy’s body. When that didn’t work, Tiny watched as Whizz picked up the scalpel. The first slash went across the man’s face. Over and over, Whizz worked the man, piercing his body a bit at a time working him as a butcher worked a piece of dead meat. The only difference between the piece of meat and this man was the man was still alive.
The man screamed, and when Whizz started to pull fingernails, the man cracked. His name was Everett, and he’d been sent to Fort Wills by Gonzalez. He was ordered to attack Eva, kidnap her, and take her to a secure location.