“Right, listen up. I want the ones of you who’ve been on drugs to line up on the right side and the rest of you on the left. I need us all to do this, so be honest.”
For the next four hours Lexie worked meticulously to get the girls into some kind of order. She gave Phoebe money to go and get loads of clothes so they could dress the girls. By the time Devil walked through the clubhouse doors, she was collapsed over the table.
The women were not around as she’d housed them in the spare rooms of the clubhouse and others had been sent to rehab.
“Hey, baby,” he said, rubbing the back of her neck.
“I’m so f**king tired right now,” she said, groaning as he rubbed the back of her neck. “No, stop. I’ll fall asleep right now.” She shrugged off his touch and sat up.
She left the table and walked into his office to give them privacy.
“I got a call from Butler. Ripper arrived, but Butler’s sticking around to keep an eye on them both.”
Pressing a hand to her stomach, Lexie turned to look at him. “What are you going to do now?” she asked.
“I’m going to make sure the girls are not here by force.”
“The man who was screaming over the phone, he was the one who attacked Judi?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Why did it take you so long to get here?” she asked.
The girls she’d seen today scared her. She, like so many others, knew that it happened, but it was different from actually realizing it.
“We were seeing where Gonzalez was storing more girls.”
“There are more?”
“Yes.”
She turned to face the desk for support.
Devil’s hands landed on her hips. “I’m really sorry you’re having to do this. This is not what I wanted to ask of you.”
“It’s not your fault, Devil. This is all Gonzalez. Some of them were too drugged up to care. I saw the track marks on their arms. They were drugged not to care,” Lexie said.
He pulled her against him. Both of his arms wrapped around her, surrounding her with love.
“I know. This is the harsh reality that Gonzalez has set up. We don’t have any choice in this, baby.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, staring at him.
Devil caught her lips in a strong, dominating kiss. Whenever he did that, she knew she wasn’t going to like what he said.
“I’m going to cause a little bit of chaos before we head to Fort Wills. Once and for all, this is going to be over, Lexie.”
“You can’t do this. Those girls—”
“I’m already organizing for those girls to be taken care of. The women that are staying around here now will be gone by the middle of the night. They’re going to be gone.” He cupped her cheeks, turning her head. “I’d never put you in danger, baby.”
She believed him. She only hoped that Gonzalez didn’t anticipate this move from her.
Chapter Sixteen
Lacey was lying in her bed staring up at the ceiling. It had been three days since her encounter at the graveyard. She’d been with Whizz twice, the first man she’d f**ked willingly in her whole life.
She rubbed at her eyes. It was her second night of restless sleep. Climbing off the bed, she padded toward the window to stare out at the night. She wore a pair of silk pants and a vest shirt for the warm night air.
She touched her lips truly believing she could feel Whizz’s lips on hers. Danny and Dalton had been talking with Butch. They were keeping her out of the planning stage of their revenge, which she was fine with. She couldn’t stop thinking about Whizz from The Skulls. He dominated her thoughts like the nightmares used to.
Was he thinking about her?
The thought of him standing at the window in the clubhouse with her on his mind left a smile on her face. She really did like the thought of him thinking about her.
Her door opened, and she saw Dalton was watching her.
“You can’t sleep?” he asked.
“I’m not tired.” She returned her attention outside.
“This isn’t because you’re tired. It’s because of him.”
She looked back at him. “What do you want, Dalton? It’s late. If you want to talk then we can talk. If you want to continue telling me what I do and don’t want, then please, leave.”
“The club has been waiting for this chance of revenge for twenty years.”
Licking her lips, she moved toward the bed, taking a seat and tucking her legs underneath her.
“Do you think I’m going to stop your chance for revenge, or hinder you in any way?” she asked.
She’d tied her blue hair on top of her head.
“No, I don’t, but I also don’t know who I’m staring at. You’ve changed, Lacey, and I don’t know what to think about that.”
He took a seat on the end of her bed.
“You really don’t want to know about me,” she said.
“Ever since you’ve been seeing him the nightmares have stopped. I’ve even seen you smile a few times. Before he came along, you were fighting everything and everyone.”
“Have you got a point to make?” she asked.
Dalton growled. “See, you don’t give a shit what’s going on.”
“I give a shit. I really do give a shit, but I don’t see that causing problems for Butch is going to help us. You and Danny have this figured out. Both of you think you can rid the world of the pain that was inflicted upon us. I’ve got a newsflash for both of you. We can kill Gonzalez, even torture him before we finally kill him, but it’s not going to change the fact that our parents are still dead. We’re not going to suddenly turn into normal people who don’t have scars. We’ve got a lot of scars.”
She pushed away from the bed once again to move away from his closeness.
“What are you going to do when he finds out the truth?” Dalton asked.
Lacey had been thinking about telling Whizz the truth more and more. She didn’t know what he’d think or how he’d react.
It can’t be that bad.
They’d been together twice, and she didn’t know what it meant.
Dalton released a sigh. “I love you, Lacey. There was a time I thought I loved you deeper than a sister, but I realized you’d never see me like that. I thought you wouldn’t see any man like that. I was wrong. Whizz, he’s different, isn’t he?”
Tears filled her vision as she thought about the computer geek that Whizz was. She knew so much about him while he knew next to nothing about her. It didn’t seem fair at all.