“I think it’s safe to say Butch was playing us,” Gonzalez said.
“Why do you say that?” Ronald stood beside him looking out of the window.
“There shouldn’t have been anyone home to stop our man. I told Butch to keep them out. There shouldn’t have been anything to make this go wrong.”
He tapped the edge of his drink, thinking.
“What about one of their prospects?”
“You think Tiny would trust the latest prospects with his woman and kids?” Gonzalez asked. He hadn’t thought of a prospect being on the premises.
“Why not? If a prospect can’t even protect his woman while he’s away on the run, how can he trust him on the road? All these prospects are put through their paces with tests at every turn.”
“Either way, we didn’t get what we wanted. I hoped for Eva to be screaming in agony now, not nursing her wounds.”
“Do you want me to call Butch?” Ronald asked.
“Yeah, call him and put him on speaker phone, if the bastard will f**king answer.” Taking a sip of the dark, expensive liquid, Gonzalez ground his teeth together. Nothing was going his way, and when that happened, it pissed him off.
“What?” Butch asked, answering the call.
“I believe one of my men is in your possession.”
“You mean the f**ker you paid to take Eva away?”
“You’re on my team, Butch. I told you to keep The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds away. You failed me.”
“Fucking Angel. She called Lash while your guy attacked. It’s hard to control two MCs full of men who adore their women and get them to stay away.” Butch cursed over the line, and Gonzalez heard movement. “She was on the phone when your guy chose that moment to attack. I couldn’t stop him from coming back, nor could I stop Tiny.”
Gonzalez thought about Butch’s reasoning. He could understand why Everett was unsuccessful.
“I take it Everett is dead?”
“Yes. Lash snapped his neck. The body has been disposed of. You’re not going to find him anytime soon.”
“He wasn’t as good as I was made to believe. What’s going on?” He imagined Tiny would withdraw, demand lockdown, and force them all back into the clubhouse.
“Devil and Tiny have severed their friendship.”
“What?” Gonzalez asked, intrigued.
“Devil got a call. Lexie’s sister was found chained to the gates of the compound, and he needed to go. Tiny didn’t want him to leave seeing as he caused all the problems, and a fight started.”
“Where’s Devil and the crew now?”
“I imagine they’re back in town now. They’re not here, and Devil left immediately after. They’re divided.”
Glancing over at Ronald, Gonzalez saw the other man had a brow raised.
“I’ll call you back when I’ve got more plans.” He placed a hand across his neck telling Ronald to cut the call.
Once the call ended, he finished the shot of strong alcohol and turned to Ronald.
“I’m sorry about Everett. He used to be a lot more reliable,” Ronald said.
“He broke into their house at the wrong moment. It’s a mistake that cost him his life. I don’t care about Eva right now. The two clubs are divided, and that’s a lot easier to get to them.” Gonzalez took a seat as he thought about what he should do next. “Get one of our guys to attack Judi. One of the pimps controlling the girls over at the apartment buildings, he told me Judi used to be a whore herself. It’s time for her to remember her roots.”
“What about Devil?” Ronald asked.
“I’m going to pay a visit to Devil. You know I don’t like to be tested. He’s not always around, but Lexie will be home.” Gonzalez stood and made his way toward is bedroom. “Take a nap. We’re going to be busy over the next couple of days.”
Closing the door to his bedroom, he stared at the woman on the bed. She was asleep as he’d worked her over hours before. He wasn’t interested in f**king her. Shoving her off the bed, she woke up with a start. “Get the f**k out of here, now.”
He waited for her to scramble out of his room.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he dropped his head into his hands. He was so close to getting what he wanted. Tomorrow he’d make sure the double wedding was still on. When The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds were ready to get married, he’d end them then.
****
Whizz stared at the multiple screens in his room at the clubhouse. He couldn’t get the scent and feel of Lacey out of his mind. After he f**ked her down the dark alley against the hard wall, he’d been changed. Ever since the attack he’d not f**ked any woman or had any desire to be intimate with a woman, but that all changed the moment he got close to Lacey. She made him want to feel shit he’d not felt in a long time. Pushing away from his desk, he started to pace up and down the length of his bedroom.
She had pressed her lips to his neck, sucking on his skin. Going to the mirror, he didn’t see any sign or mark of her passion. It was like it hadn’t happened between them. He didn’t like it. There had to be some other sign of what they shared together rather than a memory.
“Please, Whizz, harder.”
The memory of her voice crashed through his mind. It was like she was in the room waiting for him to f**k her again.
Someone knocked at his bedroom door, interrupting his moment.
Answering the door, he saw Killer was on the other side. “Hey, man. I thought I’d come and see you.”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up. After what happened in Tiny’s house I thought you’d want to talk.”
Alan had taken a lot from him, but the other man had also given him plenty of ideas for his own torture methods. The Skulls wouldn’t have to worry about getting information again. Whizz was more than happy to do it the good old fashioned way just like he did the modern way.
Opening the door, he let Killer into his room and space. Nothing was out of place; everything was put away. The sides were neatly ordered, and his computers didn’t show any sign of dust. Whizz needed order in his life. There was a time he had been a slob where he threw clothing all around. Now, he folded everything up neatly. In the far corner on the other side of his bedroom were some weights he used in the middle of the night when he didn’t want to interrupt anyone else from their sleep.
He really did hate stopping people getting their rest just because he couldn’t handle nightmares.