Butch

Tiny got to his feet and looked at his friend. “You’re asking me to create a war?”

“No. Gonzalez created the war. I’m saying we f**king win this one, and we win it for the good, but we do it by playing dirty.”

Tiny staggered a little. The strong alcohol was finally making its way through and numbing all of his senses.

“What did Butch have to say?”

“They’re coming to the clubhouse in the next day or so. We can fight this, Tiny. I’ve got a plan. It’s insane, but it’ll work. Gonzalez doesn’t know the truth about Butch begging to come back. We can make this work for us,” Alex said.

“I’m listening,” Tiny said, curious about what Alex had to say.

His friend always had the plans that were risky, but because of Alex, they’d owned Fort Wills for the last twenty years, making it a great place to live. Most of the time, Fort Wills was a safe town.

When Alex was finished, Tiny shook his head. “Do you really think he’ll go for it?”

“To protect his woman and the club, yes, Butch will go for it.”

“Then do it. Don’t let him know I know. When you see him next, try and get him on board with your plan.” Holding onto the wall for support, Tiny looked at Alex. “How can you stand to see him with your woman and kid?” The drink wasn’t keeping his thoughts locked in tight.

“I love my son. Cheryl was never my woman and never will be. I claim Matthew, not her.”

Tiny nodded. “I heard he’s going to marry her?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Then it’s time for a celebration. Call Devil and get the crew down here to celebrate the coming together of a happy couple. Get the sweet-butts out of town, hidden. The club only has members and old ladies inside it. Our kids stay closer. When Gash gets out and Lash is back, we’ll take this f**ker to the ground.” Tiny reached out gripping Alex’s hand. They were best friends and had once been related by marriage, but to Tiny, Alex was a brother without blood.

Both of them would fight for Fort Wills and for each other.

Gonzalez thought he’d won and they were going to take the beating lying down. Tiny didn’t lie down for anyone unless he was getting ridden by his wife. Eva wasn’t f**king his cock, and Gonzalez was going down.

Chapter Sixteen

“Butch, I’m fine. Stop worrying about nothing. I swear I’m fine,” Cheryl said, smiling as her man started to fuss around her.

“I’m not letting you or Matthew out of my sight. Alex and I agree that you both need to be protected.” Butch was going around her home locking every single window. He checked behind some of the books, looking for hidden cameras. No real harm had come to her or her son.

Her mother had found her at the picnic before Butch and The Skulls got back, taking her mind off everything that just happened. The business with Gonzalez was for The Skulls. Cheryl didn’t share anything of what happened, keeping it to herself. By the time Butch got to her side, her mother was gone, mingling with other people.

Since he’d pulled her into his arms, he’d not let her go. He wouldn’t allow her to walk off on her own or even go to the bathroom. Having to take a pee with him in the room was embarrassing.

“Any other woman would be stressing out or screaming right about now,” he said.

“Butch, I’m not like other women. He told me no harm would come to me as long as you and the club did as he asked.” She pressed a palm to his chest. “Please, don’t stress out about this.”

“We’re going to be owned by this maniac, Cheryl. We’re not going to get away from him.” Butch wrapped his arms around her.

“Tell me you’re not going to let him get away with this?” she asked. Gonzalez was a killer. He hurt people to get what he wanted, manipulated those around him. She hated him for using her and Matthew. When she looked at Tiny she knew he’d done it for her and Butch. Tiny was a good man, and yet he’d been forced to work for Gonzalez because of her.

“We’ll do everything we can.”

She placed a finger over his lips. “No, you’ve got to be in this, Butch. The club is going to vote you back in.” He pulled away from her, shaking his head.

“I f**ked up, Cheryl. The club I left is not what they are today. I should never have left. They don’t trust me.”

“You were being too f**king stubborn to join back, Butch. You’re going to have to prove to them that you’re by their side all the way. Stop being a baby and take what they’ve got to do with some pride. If you didn’t want this, you should have considered that option weeks ago.”

Caressing the plain leather jacket he wore, she stared at the man she loved with her whole heart. The feelings Butch inspired shocked her at times. She loved him, and the very thought of losing him filled her with dread.

“If you know Tiny, you know he didn’t have a choice in what he did.”

“No, Tiny always has a choice. He could have voted me in.”

“Think about what you’re saying, Butch. The Skulls is a club that depends on each other. You’re going to learn to jump through other hoops to get what you want. Please, I want to be your old lady and to know they will always have your back. This is the man you are, not what you’re pretending to be. I love you both. Hold your head high and accept the shit they’re going to dish out.”

“I can’t lose you,” he said, tears filling his eyes. She watched him grit his teeth.

“Then earn your patch back and know you’re part of something bigger and better. I trust Tiny and The Skulls to keep us safe.” She released his arm and smiled at him. “You’ll never lose me no matter what you think.” She touched his cheek, moving up close to him. “I love you, Neal Coal.”

She used his real name. There was no need to hide his name anymore.

He cupped her cheek, and with his other hand, he tugged her close. “I love you, too.”

Within seconds his lips were on hers. She didn’t fight him. Matthew was asleep in his room. All she wanted was to feel Butch’s arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her, loving her.

Butch picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, groaning at the feel of his rock hard c**k against her core.

“I’m taking you without a condom, Cheryl. I need to feel you against me.”

“Fine.” She only wanted Butch and would love him for the rest of her life. He didn’t stop as he carried her upstairs to her bedroom. Once inside the small space, he placed her on her feet.