Epilogue
The Skulls
Whizz entered the clubhouse. His hands were shaking as he went toward the bar. Pouring himself a large shot of whiskey, he thought about everything that had happened in the past few hours. Retaliation was needed. If The Skulls let this slide then everyone was going to think they had a chance to come to their town and take whatever revenge they saw fit. He wasn’t going to let it happen. The club was all he had left after what he just found out.
He should have put two and two together. Lacey wasn’t all that much of a mystery. He’d found the records with ease once he had her full name and knew where to look. She’d been raped, beaten, and left for dead. Her crew, the Savage Brothers, had gotten her out alive. She’d been living with them for the last twenty years. The Savage Brothers moved all the time. They never stayed in the same place and were constantly on the move. They were good at hiding. Whizz was older than she was by a couple of years.
A thirty year old woman with a past darker than his and they’d come together in an explosion of chemistry. He knew Lacey wouldn’t completely leave the hospital until she got a chance to talk to him. She’d been following him to the graveyard the past couple of times. They’d both been searching each other out like a couple of addicts searching for their next fix.
“Why are you here?” Whizz asked, swigging down the shot. He knew she’d follow him. The way she looked at him in the town hall made him aware of what she wanted from him. She didn’t want to end it like this. At the hospital he’d gotten the same kind of vibe from her. He didn’t need to lure her away from the Savage Brothers. Her being with him kept the Savage Brothers in the same place. His club, The Skulls, could guarantee taking them out without any problems so long as he kept Lacey with him. He’d received the text from Tiny, and now all he had to wait for was the confirmation that the hit had gone down without a problem.
“I couldn’t leave before I paid you another visit.”
He held his side, wincing. Whizz had decided to wait until Sandy was free to stitch him up, and he was starting to regret that decision.
“You haven’t got yourself stitched up?” she asked.
“I only trust a few people to touch my body. She’s in the hospital recovering from her own wounds, and I’ve got away until she gets out. No one else is touching up my wounds.”
Lacey clucked her tongue. “Spare me men with issues,” she said. She moved toward the back of the bar, searching for a medical kit.
“There’s one behind the till,” Whizz said, watching her. Even now, knowing who she was, he was turned on. He wanted inside her tight pu**y.
He tugged his shirt off as she rounded the bar. She opened the medical kit and started working away at his cut. It wasn’t that bad, but it still f**king stung.
His cell phone went off as she was working, and he looked down at the text.
Tiny: We’re here. Keep her there.
Before Whizz entered the club, he knew she was following him. He’d already sent Tiny a text to begin. Whizz knew he could keep her there. Lacey wasn’t going to run from him yet. Pouring another healthy shot of whiskey, he swallowed it down. What he was about to do sickened him, but it needed to be done. She was going to hate him for a long time after this.
Once a Skull, always a Skull.
He took his loyalty within the club seriously. The club was all he had left, and he’d die saving it.
Lacey cleaned up the wound, touching his body. In his mind he saw the way she moaned as he f**ked her hard and deep. Keeping his gaze focused on her hands, he watched her peel away the back of the plaster to cover his wound. She gave him a watery smile. “I don’t want you to hate me for everything that’s happened.”
“I couldn’t hate you.”
She didn’t believe him, and he saw it in her eyes as she stared back. “I would hate me for what I did. I knew who you were, yet I couldn’t stop coming to see you.”
“So, the first meeting was a chance one.”
“Yes. I just wanted a coffee and to get away from the others. It was all too much. I never expected the troubles that have come.” She packed away all the trash and placed them in a pile.
Staring at her, he was struck by how beautiful she was. Her body was covered in ink, her blue hair looking out of place, but she was beautiful to him.
“The Savage Brothers, they didn’t mean to cause such a mess. We’re already leaving. You won’t have to worry about us messing with your club or causing problems again. I had to come and see you one last time.”
“Where are you going?” he asked, waiting for the text to say the job was done.
“I don’t know. Wherever Dalton and Danny want to go. I follow them.”
She made to leave. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm and pressed her against the wall, stalling for time. He couldn’t let her leave not until the whole job was done. Part of him knew he should be with his club, but he had to be here to stop her from doing something crazy and stupid.
“Whizz, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Before you go, I think it’s only fair for a goodbye kiss,” he said.
Lacey moaned. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head back and claimed those tempting, lush lips. Sliding his tongue within her mouth, Whizz couldn’t stop. He was taken over by pure pleasure. He deepened the kiss, determined to rid his mind of the guilt he suffered for stalling for time. He wanted her kiss more than anything else. His cell phone beeped in his pocket. Her eyes were closed, and he pulled the phone up to see the text.
Tiny: It’s done.
Pulling away, he stroked her cheek, knowing in his heart he was going to break her heart.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She frowned. “Why are you sorry?”
He took a step back and walked toward the bar. “Call your crew.”
Pouring himself another shot of whiskey, Whizz knew it was going to be his last one. She started pressing in numbers.
“They’re not answering,” she said, seconds later, panicking. “Why aren’t they answering?”
Staring back at her, Whizz rested against the bar.
“Do you really think The Skulls would let you leave without any retribution? This is our town, our club, and you disrespected the rules Tiny keeps in place.”
“What did you do?” she asked, tears filling her eyes.
Placing the shot glass down on the counter, Whizz stared at her.
“They’re all dead. We couldn’t let their interference stand. Tiny and the rest of The Skulls killed them.”