Leaning back, Tiny cursed. No one in their right mind would ever agree to something that dangerous. If they get caught it would be life in prison easily.
“He’s insane.”
“That’s not half of it,” Devil said. “He’s got a shipment of girls as well coming in from Europe. He wants them working in our clubs, and we’re to put them straight to work. Some of them are not the right f**king age.”
“How do you know this if all you’ve got to deal with is the drug runs?” Tiny asked.
“We’ve got a woman on the inside. She’s putting her life at risk to get us all the information we need.” Devil rubbed his eyes. “My gut is telling me this shit is bad. The worst we’ve ever faced. Gonzalez will not stop with us. He’s up to something, something f**king big.”
“This shit is not mine, Devil.”
“We’ve helped you deal with your own shit for f**king years,” Death said, speaking up. “Do not turn your f**king back on us when we need you.”
“One of our men f**ked up. I’m not going to let him carry this around.”
Tiny let out a sigh. He knew all about what Curse did. Anyone of them would have killed the bastard for hurting their woman.
“I’m not backing down from this fight. I promise you, The Skulls will be with you.” He shouted for Whizz to enter. The other brother walked in. The change in Whizz was scary. Instead of having a drink and losing himself in women, Whizz trained daily. The muscles were thick and corded. The other day Tiny had to order a different size jacket just for it to fit around Whizz’s arms he’d gotten so large. He wasn’t overweight, but he could compete with the best of the weightlifters.
“Fucking hell, you bring him around to Piston County, pu**y will be jumping all over him,” Pussy said.
The Skulls knew that Whizz was not over what happened to him. The scars remained on his body, including the scars no one could see. The f**ker from Zero’s past had raped the brother, and since then, Whizz hadn’t touched another soul. From what Tiny heard, no woman could get close enough. The women he whose beds he shared were taken and no risk to the man. He doubted Whizz would ever be the same again.
Last Tiny heard he shared Kelsey and Killer’s bed as he woke up in the middle of night with nightmares. Tiny wouldn’t admit to anyone that the other man had also shared his and Eva’s bed, after Kelsey gave birth. Whizz was never alone. The brothers wouldn’t allow it, and the women were always taking care of him.
He moved from bed to bed. Tiny and Eva had taken him in, Murphy and Tate also. The only people Whizz hadn’t been with were Angel and Lash, but they were away on a much needed vacation.
“What do you want?” Whizz asked.
“Find me everything you can on Frederick Gonzalez, including every little detail of the people around him.”
Whizz nodded, turning toward the door.
“Keep Sandy and Stink with you.”
The other man didn’t stop. He closed the door behind him, leaving silence in his wake.
“Fucking hell, he’s dead inside,” Devil said.
Looking at his friend, Tiny nodded. “Yeah, he’s dead and has been for a f**king long time.”
“He’s been through enough. Whizz will not be helping anyone out for a long time,” Alex said.
Usually when a brother became useless he was voted out. Whizz’s case was not the same. He wasn’t on drugs or drinking too much. Whizz had been tortured in the club’s name. No one was ever going to kick him to the curb.
“I don’t give a f**k what people think about him. Whizz stays.” Running a hand down his face, he jerked at the knock at the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s Butch.”
He frowned, turning toward Alex. “What the f**k is he doing here?”
“I don’t know. Maybe he listened to us.” Alex took a seat to the left of the office desk.
The door was opened, and there stood Butch. Tiny didn’t know whether he wanted to beat the shit out of the bastard or give him a hug. Ever since Butch had left a month ago, this place hadn’t been the same. Every time the door opened, he expected Butch to be standing there wearing his jacket.
The leather cut was still in Tiny’s bottom drawer. He didn’t want to burn the jacket. Tiny wanted his man to wear it.
“I thought you left,” Pussy said, standing up to shake hands with Butch.
During one of their visits to Piston County, Butch and Pussy had hit it off.
“I’ve left, and I’m not coming back.” Butch looked at Tiny. “I’ve got shit to tell you. I don’t know if you’re going to like it or not.”
“Private or not?” Tiny asked.
“Private for now.”
Turning to Devil, he opened his mouth to speak. “No need, Tiny. We’ll wait outside for you.”
The Chaos Bleeds men walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“You still got a nut on for a woman?” Alex asked.
Butch glared at the other man.
“Do you want Alex out of the way?” Tiny asked, glaring at his friend.
“No, he can stay. I don’t give a shit what he says about Cheryl. She’s a sweet woman, and I’m not going to let him get to me.” Butch took a seat. “Frederick Gonzalez, I’ve heard of him.”
Leaning forward, Tiny was listening.
“I don’t have any family. My dad was part of an MC a long time ago. You might have heard of it, Savage Brothers?” When Tiny and Alex shook their heads, Butch shrugged. The two clubs may never have interacted as there was quite a distance between them. “I don’t know everything that happened or why exactly. All of the club is dead.”
Tiny frowned. There was no way an entire club could be dead.
The Darkness is dead.
But The Darkness was taken out by them. Surely, an entire club, a functioning club couldn’t be taken out so easily. There were men, even part of The Skulls, who didn’t reside in Fort Wills, like Mason Perry.
“My mom got caught up in the drugs. Her supplier wanted to make a deal with the MC. They didn’t want to do a deal, and war broke out. At least, that’s what the news reports were saying. A drug bust gone bad or something like that. It was a long time ago, and I learned not to look back.” Butch rubbed his temples. “I was f**king thirteen years old when all this shit went down. I can’t remember what happened or why. I only recall the bloodbath that happened. My dad’s club fought tooth and nail to stay alive, but everything went to shit one morning. I think they tried to get rid of my mom, put her in rehab, I can’t remember. I only remember one day waking up and being dragged downstairs by my hair, and it was my mother screaming. My dad walked in, and then they started arguing. It was the fight that ended in their deaths.”