“I can’t. Tiny may be a biker, he may be tough, and make all the bad-ass decisions, but he plays fair, always has. He won’t do it and especially not with you needing to prove yourself to the club. This has to be between us.”
“It’s a crazy plan.”
“One that will work. You’ve got to trust me, Butch.”
Butch stared at the ground, knowing Alex made sense. “What makes you think I can do this?”
“You’ve got a past with each other. There is no one else who can do this, Butch. Only you. Gonzalez needs to believe that you want to take down The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds. No one knows the truth that you begged to come back. Gonzalez believed you had to be blackmailed to come back to the club. It would be the only way we’d protect your woman. For once, we’ve got the upper hand.”
Butch listened to what Alex had to say. It was risky. The riskiest job he’d ever undertaken. For The Skulls, he’d risk everything to keep them safe. “It’s f**king insane, but I’ll do it, but no one is to know and when it’s all over, you will let everyone know what I did.”
“When Gonzalez is dead, then I’ll tell the club what we did. Until then, you’ve got to get into his fold.”
Gritting his teeth, Butch knew he was going to end up a dead man. There was no other way to protect his woman and kid. Matthew was his kid as much as he was Alex’s. The good thing about being a Skull, he knew when to act and when not to.
“I’ll get inside, but it’s going to take time. I don’t need you breathing down my neck questioning my every move.”
“You’ve got it.”
Glancing around the back of the club to make sure no one was there, Butch shook hands with Alex. “You make sure she’s protected as much as your son.”
“I will.” Alex climbed out of the car and walked away, heading down the street. Butch hated what he’d just done, but he knew it was for the best. He got about a mile away from the clubhouse when he knew someone was following him. Spinning around, he grabbed the person around the neck and thrust him up against the wall.
“Who the f**k are you?” he asked, growling against the man’s neck.
“Long time no see, Neal.”
Butch frowned, looking into a pair of green eyes. He didn’t recognize them.
“Don’t recognize me?” the man asked.
He didn’t answer.
“It’s Danny. I was Wayne’s boy twenty years ago.”
Freezing inside, Butch stared at the son of one of the members of the Savage Brothers MC. Stepping back, Butch felt like he’d seen a ghost. “You’re supposed to be f**king dead.”
“Yeah? So are you. I guess you’re not the only one Becca saved.”
Staring at his past, Butch knew he would help the man in front of him. He noticed the man’s jacket, and memories of his father playing with him filled his mind. Danny was wearing a Savage Brothers jacket with the symbol that Butch had thought was dead.
“What do you need?” Butch asked.
“We need Gonzalez.”
For the next hour, Butch agreed to help Danny any way he knew how. When it was over, he walked home, locked the doors behind him. Once he stripped out of his clothes and checked on Matthew, he climbed into bed beside Cheryl.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“Out. Don’t worry about it. Go to sleep.”
He kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her. Betraying his club was not something Butch looked forward to doing. The Skulls were his life, but he was born to the Savage Brothers. Both of them deserved revenge on Gonzalez. Maybe he could work it so that all three clubs got a chance to take out the bastard. Who did he owe his loyalty to? The Skulls or the Savage Brothers? Closing his eyes, he refused to think about it. He kept his arms wrapped around Cheryl. She was the best thing to come to him. He couldn’t wait until she was his completely with a ring on her finger. Everything else could wait for him to worry about. He couldn’t turn his back on Tiny and The Skulls.
Epilogue
Danny walked back to the house where some of his boys and girls were staying. The Savage Brothers were a small crew, with only the survivors of Gonzalez’s assault as members. There were fifteen of them. They were the lucky fifteen and kept their identity a closely guarded secret.
Becca had taken care of all of them at one time or another, supplying them with money, food, support, and even a chance to have a life. Closing the door, Danny knew Lacey was waiting up for him. She wouldn’t go to sleep until she knew what was happening.
From the moment he heard it down the grapevine that Gonzalez was back and Neal Coal was alive, Danny had put all of his energy into getting to town.
No one was looking for them. They were dead to the world, and so Gonzalez wasn’t even aware he had enemies waiting to put a bullet in his head.
“Did you see him?” Lacey asked.
Turning around he saw Dalton standing behind her, waiting.
“Yeah, I saw him.”
“Well, what did he say?” Lacey folded her arms, glaring at him. Out of all of them, she’d suffered the most. Dalton tried to protect her the best he could.
Danny knew Dalton was the one to carry Lacey to the hospital. She’d been raped, beaten, and was dying in her own blood when his friend found her. Since then, Dalton had made it his personal mission to protect her from everything.
“It’s Coal. He’s alive, and he’s part of The Skulls.” They knew about The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds. Danny was impressed with the life Neal had built for himself. “He’s going by Butch now, and Gonzalez is picking another fight.”
“He’s going to do it? He’s going to give us Gonzalez?” Lacey asked.
Glancing at Dalton, Danny nodded. “Yeah, he’s going to give us Gonzalez even though he’s working for The Skulls.”
“Isn’t that dangerous? Doesn’t that make him a rat on his own club by helping us?” Dalton asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t give a shit about Neal. He’s not part of our club and never will be. We’re in this together. If The Skulls kill him after he helps us, I really don’t care.”
Pushing past his friend, Danny went to update the rest of the crew. The only person he wanted was Gonzalez. For twenty years he’d been looking for the right time to strike the bastard down, and now it was his chance.
Using Butch would get him what he wanted, and he didn’t care who died so long as the Savage Brothers got their revenge.