Thinking about Ronald with the gun pressed to her temple, filled him with anger. Getting into the zone, he parked the car ready to enter the town hall. Tiny was outside waiting for him.
Climbing out of the car, Devil walked toward Tiny.
“I want to apologize,” Tiny said.
“I don’t give a shit what you want to do. I told you, after today, we’re done.” Devil entered the town hall and saw several locals were inside, surprising Devil with the attendance.
Sasha and Cheryl stood at the front near the stage, looking a little out of place with their dresses. In the front of the seating arrangements, Devil spotted Gonzalez. In his mind he saw Lexie with a gun pointed to her head once again followed by Ashley, the club whore. She’d never had an easy life, and this bastard had taken it away from her. There were so many people Gonzalez had ruined to get to this moment. So many men, women, and children, who deserved their chance for revenge. They were going to do this, take this f**ker out and ride the world of several bad guys along the way. Above all, they were going to finally put Ashley to rest. Pussy would never have loved her, but Devil knew one man would have. She was the kind of woman everyone loved.
Going to his gun, Devil grabbed the weapon. This was his chance to end all the pain. Judi was in a coma because of this man. All of those girls who were now a little broken, it was because of this man.
Taking out his gun, Devil didn’t care about the civilians who were present. Aiming the gun, Devil was ready. He’d lost his chance the other day, but he could win this time.
Before he got a chance to fire, gunfire exploded from behind him. He had no choice but to duck as he saw men enter the town hall, firing their guns. A bullet missed him by mere inches. He didn’t recognize any of the men. They were untrained, erratic, and simply firing away.
“Danny, no,” Butch said, yelling as the guns started to explode. Turning around, Devil saw several men with the jackets of the Savage Brothers entering the clubhouse. Behind them all, he noticed a blue-haired woman enter the town hall with her head lowered. She didn’t hold a weapon, but there was no mistaking the intent of her face.
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Their carefully ordered plan was going up in smoke. Whizz watched as Ronald went for his knife. Striking out, Whizz pounced on the other man. He fought, getting slashed in the process as Ronald lashed out. There was nothing for him to do. Wrapping his hands around Ronald’s neck, Whizz squeezed the very air out of him. Unlike Killer and Lash, he didn’t have the skill to snap a man’s neck. Chaos ensued, and the mess went on around him as the Savage Brothers made a mess, killing civilians in the process. He should have known it was impossible to wipe out an entire club. Whizz felt the mistake as he watched the survivors kill before his eyes. There were over fifteen people in the room, all with weapons. Gonzalez was down, grasping at his neck from being shot. He was kicking out begging for help. No one went to him. The pleasure Whizz got was seeing the pain in the man’s face. For once it was a monster who was feeling what pain meant.
Holding tighter to the man’s neck beneath his grip, Whizz watched as the life choked out of the man. Slowly, even though the man fought, Ronald died in his arms. There were no emotions inside Whizz as he watched the man in his arms fight a useless battle. He had the control in this situation, not this man. He jerked in Whizz’s hands, and his eyes bulged out.
When it was over, he collapsed back and looked out at the room. His brothers were fighting. Some of Gonzalez’s men that he couldn’t reach out to were fighting back. They’d posed as locals and were now fighting. The men with the Savage Brothers MC jackets on were also fighting. There was no order to this battle. It was brutal.
“What the f**k are you doing?” Butch asked, turning toward one of the Savage Brothers.
“You were supposed to tell us where he was. You f**king lied to us. You’re no better than Gonzalez.”
Before he could do anything, the man in front of Butch, aimed and shot him in the neck. Cheryl screamed, panicking. Butch went down with blood pooling out of his neck. Whizz watched as Butch grabbed his neck, trying to save himself.
Butch had betrayed them for the Savage Brothers. Why hadn’t Whizz thought of looking to see if any of them had survived? How could Butch have betrayed them? Whizz looked down at his shirt to see his side bleeding.
He was in pain.
This was all his fault. If only he’d been on the ball, he’d have known there was no way to completely wipe out an entire MC.
Through the pain, he saw the blue hair. Lacey was there? Why the f**k was she here? He needed to get up and get her to safety. It wasn’t over yet. He needed to protect his woman.
The town hall was alight, and he saw her inked body on display. For once she wasn’t hiding in the darkness. This was the woman he’d f**ked, the same woman he couldn’t stop thinking about. She knelt down in front of him. In her hand she held a knife. For some reason it didn’t look out of place on her; it looked natural.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. The fighting went on, the shouting.
Tears filled her eyes as she lifted up her wrist. Every time he saw her with enough light, she always wore a long sleeved jacket. Focusing on the writing up her inner arm, Whizz chuckled.
“Now, that f**king figures.” He coughed as he went for his gun. The woman he’d been drooling over was none other than the enemy. She’d known who he was, had sought him out whereas he’d been f**king blinded by her beauty.
“I wanted to tell you.”
“You wanted to tell me what?” he asked. “That you f**king used me like a whore? Was that your intention all along? Play with a Skull and laugh while you did it?”
He was f**king hurt and not just because of the slash against his stomach. Lacey was the first woman since his kidnapping and torture that he’d actually wanted, and yet she was the enemy.
“I stumbled upon you, Whizz. I didn’t go out of my way to meet you. I wanted a drink, and you were there. I couldn’t stay away from you.” She stopped as tears fell down her cheeks.
Pulling his weapon in front of him, he aimed it at her, wanting to cause her some kind of pain. Seeing the tears, he knew she was also in a great deal of pain. Could he end this woman? He knew if she was part of the Savage Brothers MC then she’d been through a shit load of pain already.
“My name is Lacey Weatherfield, but I was born Lacey Newbon. I was part of the Savage Brothers. I was a kid. Please,” she said, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Don’t hate me. Everything we shared together, that was real.”