Butch

Gritting his teeth, Butch shook his head. “I don’t have to listen to this shit.” He walked toward the door.

“You can’t back off, Butch. We can’t protect you or your woman if you’re not part of the club.”

“Fucking better than any f**king soap,” Pussy said, eating more snacks.

Turning to look at his ex-president, Butch felt a whole load of respect for the other man, but that respect was no longer present right at that moment.

“I can protect what’s mine.” Butch looked Alex in the eye. “I don’t follow these rules anymore. Stay the f**k away from me, Cheryl, and Matthew. If you don’t, I’ll f**king kill you.” Butch slammed the door behind him on his way out. He was done with the club or at the very least, done with Alex.

****

“Tiny, don’t,” Eva said, reaching out to stop him from following Butch. He couldn’t let one of his men leave, not like that. Glaring at Alex, he was ready to kill the f**ker himself. Not only had his former brother-in-law f**ked a woman, but he’d left her alone in Fort Wills fending for herself and a son. No matter what Butch said, Matthew was a Skull. He was a family man through and through. Tiny felt like he’d failed another member’s woman. He didn’t give a f**k who Cheryl belonged to. The son was a Skull and should have the respect deserved by the family.

“My office, now!” Tiny yelled to be heard and pulled Eva in his arms. “Get Tate to look after the kids.”

“Tiny?”

“No, don’t f**king test me. I want you tonight. Just you and me and none of the kids demanding I stop f**king you. Your pu**y is mine tonight. I need this. Please don’t argue.” He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any protest she could speak.

Her arms circled his neck, tugging on the strands at the base. Tiny loved this woman. He loved her more than life itself. The moment he’d finally claimed her, he’d woken up to the land of the living. She gave him a reason for breathing.

“Okay, I’ll handle it. What do you want me to tell Lash when he calls?”

Blowing out a breath, he looked around him. “Tell him the truth but not to cut his vacation. Angel deserves time away from all of us, and I’m not going to take that away from her either.”

Pulling away made him ache, but business needed to be attended to.

None of the Chaos Bleeds crew were inside his office. This was for The Skulls, no one else.

“What’s the matter, boss?” Steven asked.

“This situation with Butch, it threatens us all. I don’t like to be weak.”

“Gonzalez wants Devil and his crew. He knows not to touch us,” Stink said.

“Not yet but he’s going to.” Tiny took a seat, resting his head on his hand. “We’ve got to be stronger now than ever before.”

“We’ve been attacked before. Why will this be any different?” Murphy asked.

“Gash is getting out in a few weeks. He’s going to be looking for a fight,” Nash said. “We’ll be a lot weaker then, trying to keep him in line. He’s going to want revenge and hurt everyone in his way.”

Tiny had thought about everything. Glaring at Alex, he waited for the anger to subside, but it never did. “You f**ked a woman without waiting to see if she was pregnant? What was that shit out there?”

“You want Butch back, and now we’ve got the means of keeping him here.” Alex shrugged.

“Do you really not care what the f**k has happened?” Whizz asked. “A bitch carried your son and struggled to make ends meet.”

“I don’t give a f**k. It was a screw. I don’t want anything more from her.”

“Then what was that shit with Butch?” Zero asked.

“Leverage. He’s left The Skulls, but none of us want him to f**king leave. We all want him back. There’s nothing we can do to lure him back. We need him. This is the means of getting him to stay,” Alex said.

“You’re talking about blackmailing him?” Zero sounded disgusted.

“I’m not going to do shit like that. If Butch wants no part in the club then he stays out of it.” Tiny couldn’t stop the small twinge of regret. All he needed was for Alex to offer that ultimatum and he’d have Butch back.

No, you can’t f**king do it.

“You’re not going to get him back, Tiny. The bastard is happy.”

“Then leave him happy,” Whizz said. “We’ve all lost shitloads through this f**king club. I say we leave him the f**k alone and deal with this shit without him.”

“I’m with Whizz. Butch walked away from us. We’ve done everything to try and bring him back. I don’t think we should keep trying,” Nash said.

Zero stayed silent while Murphy shook his head. “Butch is still part of the team even if he is acting like an ass.”

“We can’t do it,” Killer said. “He’s part of the team, but if he doesn’t want to come back I don’t see why we’re always fighting with him.”

Tiny nodded. “We’re not blackmailing him. I won’t let that happen. Any news on Gonzalez?”

“Nothing that we didn’t already know. He’s investing in a lot of underground shit. Money, drugs, guns, women, it all fits with what Devil says. The Chaos Bleeds crew will not last long with the runs they’re talking about. It will only be a matter of time before they’re caught,” Whizz said. “This man is f**king dangerous, and he doesn’t give a shit who he drags down providing his name is not the on the warrant.”

Tiny leaned back. He could do two things in his mind. One, he could sit back and take for granted that he wouldn’t be approached, or, option two, he fought before he got taken over. Could it be so hard to believe that Gonzalez may not even want him or the club? Tiny didn’t trust him, and he knew it was only going to be a matter of time before trouble came knocking at his door again.

“What about the prospects?” Tiny asked, looking toward Whizz.

“All three are clean. One of them is a mean-ass tattoo artist, another a baker, and another a f**king fighter.” Whizz handed him the folders on the three new prospects he needed to interview for the club.

“Fresh blood is coming,” Murphy said. “Lash will be pleased.”

Chuckling, Tiny opened up the file and turned the conversation to a different tack. The last thing he needed to do was get his men worked up when nothing would happen straight away.