He went lightheaded at the absolute pleasure of his orgasm. Collapsing over her, he kissed her ear, whispering words of love.
Afterward, he didn’t have the energy to move. Whizz moved far enough so that she wasn’t uncomfortable, wrapping her in his arms as sleep finally claimed him.
****
“You’re going to tell me what you know,” Alan said.
The knife in his hand twisted, and sweat beaded his brow. Staring up into the eyes of the devil, Whizz knew there was no chance of him to survive. If his brothers didn’t find him soon, Alan was going to make sure he was a dead man. He wasn’t ready to die. There was so much more he wanted to do with his life.
For so long he’d been part of the club, but at thirty-one years old, he’d not even loved. There was no woman out there waiting for him. He was alone in the world.
“Fuck you.”
Another fist to his face and Whizz’s vision blurred. “You know, Zero was a master at torture. He taught me a few things while I spent what I thought at the time were my last moments in his company.”
Zero was responsible for torturing Alan, making him look as fucked up as he did now. Whizz hoped to God he died soon. The last thing he wanted was to look like Alan. Zero had some serious fucking issues as far as he was concerned. The knife stayed twisted in Whizz’s hand.
Fuck, it hurt. Everything fucking hurt.
Alan grabbed his face, tugging on his hair, ripping chunks of it out. “Let’s see what we can do about that pretty fucking face.” He already held another knife in his hand.
Whizz screamed as the blade went to work. “You fucking coward. I’m going to fucking kill you. When I get out of this chair I’m going to fucking destroy you.”
****
Whizz jerked awake as someone pulled him. “What the fuck, Whizz?” Lash asked, growling out the words. Killer held him tightly and Whizz looked toward the bed. Lacey was sitting on the end of the bed, grabbing onto her neck.
She looked toward him, and he saw her eyes were bloodshot.
“What the fuck happened?”
The bruises around her neck were all he needed to see. Pulling out of Killer’s arms, Whizz didn’t care about his nudity. He needed to get away from her, and get out of the room. What the fuck had he done? It had been a good month since he last dreamt about Alan. There was no way he could marry Lacey. He almost fucking killed her.
“Whizz, wait up,” Killer said.
“No, I’ve got to get out of here.”
“You can’t leave. Lacey’s fucking breaking apart in there.”
“I just almost killed her.”
“But you didn’t.”
He shook his head. “I can’t take that risk.”
****
Lacey had woken up the moment Whizz wrapped his fingers around her throat and started to throttle her. She knew he hadn’t been himself. In fact, he’d been somewhere else. He’d cut off her air way, and it was only when she started throwing things and Whizz began to shout that he drew attention to their room. If it hadn’t been for Killer, Lash, and Steven, she’d be dead.
Kelsey knelt in front of her while Angel put a hand to her shoulder.
She could barely speak. Tears spilled from her eyes. Whizz would be in a hell of a lot of pain right now. There would be no talking him down while he was like this.
“He didn’t mean to do it,” Killer said.
“I know.” She croaked the words out.
Whizz wouldn’t hurt her. This was going to be driving him crazy. Watching him storm out of the room, she’d seen the pain along with the guilt reflected in his eyes. He didn’t need this, not now.
“I’m going to go to him.”
Lacey didn’t dispute him. She kept taking deep breaths. The blanket was wrapped around her, hiding her nakedness from the men.
“He didn’t mean it.”
“It’s a risk, Lacey. I’ve never seen him react like that. Usually, we come in after an attack like that and he goes to sleep with ease,” Lash said.
“It’s okay.” It hurt for her to talk.
Angel touched her chin, tilting her head this way and that.
“You might want to refrain from sleeping with him?”
Lacey didn’t want to do that. She loved sleeping beside Whizz, but she knew it was going to take them time to get back to how they were. “I wish I knew what set him off.” She touched her neck, wishing there was something she could to relieve the pressure.
“You were fucking lucky,” Steven said, stepping forward. Both men were staring at the bruising around her neck. “If I hadn’t been walking past I wouldn’t have known what was going on.”
“Thank you for charging in.”
“You need to stop talking, Lacey. It’s only going to feel worse if you don’t stop,” Angel said.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tiny asked, walking into her room. Eva followed close behind, tying the belt of her robe.
“Whizz strangled Lacey in his sleep. Almost fucking killed her.”
Tate and Murphy followed behind them. She looked at the other woman, wishing they’d all just disappear. This was the last thing she needed right now.
“Get the fuck out, the lot of you. Lacey’s not some fucking bug for you all to peruse under a microscope.” Tate took the lead, herding most of the men and women out of the room so only Tate and Angel were left.
“How are you?” Tate asked.
“It hurts. Where’s Whizz? I don’t want him driving off.”
“Stop talking.” Tate held her hand up to stop them. “I need to talk to Whizz.”
Tate and Angel stared at each other. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Lacey, Whizz won’t be himself right now,” Angel said, touching her hair.
“I need to see him.” She stood, keeping the blankets wrapped around her. Lacey grabbed some sweats from the drawer along with one of Whizz’s long shirts. The two women kept trying to convince her that she shouldn’t go to him. She listened to neither woman. The only person she wanted to talk to was Whizz.
When she was dressed she turned to face both women.
“Look, I know you’re worried, but this is Whizz. He wouldn’t hurt me, not intentionally.”
They both looked at the bruises decorating her neck. She wouldn’t let them keep her away from her own man.
“If this was Murphy or Lash, you’d both want to be with the man you loved. I love Whizz. I want to be with him.” She stopped to try to clear her throat. Her voice was croaked because of the pressure of his hands around her neck.