Butch

“We’ll find something, and you men will be locked up in f**king jail for the night. I’d like to see how you men like a cell. I bet some of you would make a good bitch to a hungry man.”

This f**ker was going to end up six feet under. Tiny was fast losing his patience with this shit. He never kept crap at the clubhouse or around the compound. In the early years of The Skulls, he learned that mistake quickly.

None of the men searching his place were known to him. The Fort Wills police knew when to steer well enough alone.

“Hey, don’t f**king think about it.” Tiny looked up in time to see Eva’s phone taken out of her hands. “Leave my wife alone.”

The cop who thought he was better than Tiny landed a blow to his head. “Let’s see you talk when you’re a f**king vegetable.”

“Leave him alone.”

These men were not your average cops. Glancing around, ignoring the pain, Tiny made sure to remember what each one looked like. They were not part of Fort Wills. This was a special unit, but he didn’t know what the f**k for.

“Sir, we found this.” Another voice from the corner lifted a bag of white powder up for all to see. The men were smirking. They were being f**king set up.

“Well, it’s time to take that trip down to the cells.”

Tiny was hauled up. Staring at the man who hit him, he knew he was going to have his revenge. This f**ker was going to be squealing like a little bitch by the time he was through with him. Tiny couldn’t wait to show this man who the real f**king boss was.

“Take the women. I don’t want anyone given the chance to bail these little shits out. Take them all down to the cells. It’s going to be a fun couple of days.”

The bar was trashed as he was walking out. The men, who he gathered were working for Gonzalez, trashed his clubhouse. Tate was crying out. Gritting his teeth he watched the men carrying his kids out of the house. With no one around to look after them they were going into care for the night. He was pissed. Tiny was going to kill any motherfucker who got in his way. Gonzalez had just started a f**king war as far as Tiny was concerned. No one f**ked with his family or his club.

There was only one man who wasn’t at the club, and that was Lash. He couldn’t get the other man to come to him on such short notice. The only other person was Butch. Maybe it was time to start Alex’s plan in motion. A little blackmail went a long way.

Being led out to the truck in cuffs, he saw Frederick laughing with the man who’d been the lead in the raid. Yeah, there was a new enemy in town.

Tiny spat on the ground as he heard his kids crying, his men cursing, and his woman shouting. Revenge was going to be so f**king sweet.

Chapter Ten

Butch’s cell phone woke him up. He was asleep on the bedroom floor with the sunlight glinting in through the windows. Cheryl was curled up against him. He didn’t know how it was possible, but his cell phone was beside his head. After all the time away from The Skulls, he still kept his phone within easy reach. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he answered the call without checking the caller identity. The feel of Cheryl, na**d and pressed up against him, filled him with a buzz. They’d come a long way, and they’d done a lot of talking last night as well as a lot of not talking. He smiled recalling the sounds she made when he drove her crazy. She really was a passionate woman.

“Hello,” he said.

“Fuck, Butch, we need your help.” Murphy sounded enraged on the other end.

“What’s up?” he asked, running a hand down his woman’s na**d back. His c**k was thick, wanting back inside her body once again. He’d not been able to stop f**king her. Around four they’d both collapsed into an exhausted sleep. Butch never did need a lot of sleep. He’d taken all the rest he’d needed, and he was ready to start again. Once the phone call was over he was going to f**k her again. Her body was amazing, and he loved watching her tits bounce as he rode her hard.

“I wouldn’t be calling, but we all agreed you’re the only one we can trust. We’ve all been trying to f**king call you. Mason, the brother who helped with Killer and Kelsey, is too far, brother. You’re the only one left, and we’re calling in that favor.”

Frowning, he sat up, and in the process he woke Cheryl up.

“What’s going on?” From Murphy’s tired voice, he knew it was serious. Tate wouldn’t let Murphy out of her sight unless he was fully rested. Ever since the incident with The Darkness a year or so back, Tate had been overprotective of him.

“We’ve been f**king set up, man. There was a raid last night on the clubhouse. All of us were there to try and deal with Gonzalez. It looks like the bastard stepped up his game.”

“That makes no f**king sense.” He pushed the blanket away and stood up.

“Butch? What is it?” Cheryl asked.

He held his palm out, showing her he needed a minute.

“Makes sense now, they got us on possession of coke or some shit. They’re in now talking with Tiny. We saw Gonzalez here, man. Shits about to get serious, and we don’t know what the f**k will happen. We need you to bail us out and talk to our lawyer.”

“Why didn’t you call him first?” Butch asked.

“They wouldn’t let us. They f**ked up the call. Butch, we need you, man. They took our women along with us.”

“Where are your kids?”

“In with the f**king social services. The coke was planted, Butch. Please, help us out.” Murphy sounded desperate.

Butch knew it was a set-up. Tiny wouldn’t allow any of the drugs to be in the clubhouse, not with children around. Tiny hated drugs. Nash had come a long way and was completely sober from the drugs.

Rubbing a hand down his face, he nodded. “Sure, I’ve got the cash to bail you all out, and I’ll get the lawyer on releasing the kids and shit. Fuck, Devil was right, you’re all attracted to disaster.”

“Be careful,” Murphy said, releasing a sigh. “Tiny is not happy about this, and he knows you’re pissed about all of this.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’ll get Cheryl to help me. We’re all good.”

Ending the call he turned to a worried Cheryl.

“They’ve been arrested,” he said.

“Oh, no. What for?”

“I don’t know, possession with intent to sell I imagine.” Running fingers through his hair, he glanced around the room. “I didn’t want to deal with club shit this early in the f**king morning. I’m not even supposed to be part of the club anymore.”