Revenge (Page 10)

“Are you done?” Tiny asked.

“Yeah, I’m done.”

“This vote has to be unanimous. I’m not in the mood to hear maybes or shit. All of those in favor of Butch becoming a Skull raise your hand.” Tiny kept his hand by his side and watched his men. He wasn’t going to influence their decision. One by one the men started to raise their hands in the air. Every decision had to be made by members of the club.

When everyone had taken their vote and he saw they were happy to bring Butch back into the fold, Tiny put his hand in the air.

“Congratulations, Butch, you’re part of the club again.” He slapped the man on the back, took the leather jacket from Alex, and handed it to Butch. “Wear it with pride.”

“I will.”

Alex nodded toward Tiny to follow him. Shaking Butch’s hand, and pulling him in for a man hug, Tiny congratulated him then took off after Alex.

Closing the door behind him, he faced his friend.

“What’s going on?”

“Butch told me he got into Gonzalez’s fold and gave his location tonight.”

Tiny started to doubt his plan. This was taking the devotion of the club too far. “Tell me it all.”

“Gonzalez doesn’t know tonight was a vote to bring Butch back in. He believes tonight is a celebration of Butch coming back. He also believes that Butch despises us. We’re in right now.”

“How does this help us?” Tiny asked. “I don’t see any use of putting Butch through this.”

“He believes Butch’s story and has accepted him as part of the team. Since Gonzalez lost Homer to Pussy, he’s been a man down. Butch is taking Homer’s place on the team, and we’ve got to feed him information. Not only that, Butch can get the names of the people who are on Gonzalez’s payroll. The moment we know those men, we start taking them out. This is a good thing.” Alex folded his arms.

Tiny caught sight of the name “Matthew” inked on Alex’s arm.

“You got your son inked on your skin?” Tiny asked.

“Yeah, I got a piece of him with me at all times. He’s my son, Tiny. I got this from you.”

Smirking, Tiny slapped his friend on the back. “There’s nothing better than having kids, is there?”

“I don’t know. I think about Matthew all the time. I worry about him. I’m just pleased Cheryl’s not being a bitch about it and lets me see him whenever I want.” Alex looked down at his ink and smiled. “I can’t complain.”

“How’s Butch taking everything?” Tiny asked.

“Better than expected really. He’s doing what he needs to do for us. What do you want me to feed him next?”

Sliding his finger over his lip Tiny wondered what he could say next.

“Nothing. Tell him nothing. We’re going to continue on as normal.”

“Tiny, we’ve got to do something. We can’t just miss this opportunity.”

“No, we don’t. Think about it from Gonzalez’s point of view. Butch starts feeding shit loads of information then we’re going to be in trouble. We’ve got the repairs of the club to fix. Life as we know it has to continue. Gonzalez is not in Fort Wills. Celebrations, marriages, and fun need to come as well as Gash’s release. All of this is going to happen. We start feeding too much information, Gonzalez will doubt everything. We can’t afford for him to doubt us. Get Butch to start picking information from Gonzalez. He’s part of the team, and we need to start picking them out.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Tiny. This is going to be dangerous for all of us.”

“Can you deny what I’m saying?” Tiny asked.

“No, I can’t.” Alex locked his fingers together behind his head. “Shit better get easier when Gonzalez is dead.”

“I hope so. I’m sick of all of this shit.” Tiny opened the door. “We better join the celebrations.”

Walking into the main gym he saw Butch taking a long drink, laughing and cheering with his brothers.

You’re going to get him killed.

Guilt swamped him, and he forced the pain aside. He was doing everything in his power to protect his woman and the club. Thinking about his woman brought the memory of the feel of her cunt wrapped around his cock. The very thought of touching another woman sickened him.

In the past he’d f**ked around on Patricia. His first wife hadn’t satisfied all of his cravings whereas Eva kept him on his toes at all times. He never doubted himself with Eva whereas Patricia made him feel like a monster at times. Eva embraced every part of him. She stood by his side, and he knew he wasn’t ever going to stray from her side.

“Let’s take this back to the club,” Tiny said, heading toward the main door.

He heard Alex rounding up the men as he left the warehouse. Staring up at the night sky he wondered what he was going to do when Gash got home. The brother had been put away for rape and murder, and when he got out, Tiny knew he’d be gunning for the woman who’d succeeded in taking his freedom away from him.

Piling into the car he kept to himself as Lash drove them back to the clubhouse. By the time they got there, Tiny had a headache. The boys were all voicing their happiness at having Butch back into the fold. Smiling and cheering along with the rest of the club when he needed to he cut away from the crowd and walked upstairs, leaving the party to the others. He found his woman in bed with the light on. She wore his shirt and had a sexy pair of glasses pushed up her nose reading a book. Eva took his breath away. This was what he was fighting for.

“Hey, baby,” she said.

Tearing his clothes off, he climbed in beside her.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Butch got voted back into the club.”

“That’s great, right?” She put her book down and turned toward him. His c**k thickened at the sight of her with those sexy as shit glasses.

“Yeah, it’s great. He got in with Gonzalez.”

She tensed at the news. “Are you sure?”

“I spoke with Alex. He’s waiting for more information to be fed. For now we’re going to wait on what Butch finds out.” He told her the truth about what Gonzalez expected tonight to be.

“I don’t know why you don’t tell Butch the truth. You’ve got him believing that only Alex knows about him being on Gonzalez’s team. Butch has got to feed information about us while also gaining information for us. He doesn’t even know that you know the truth, Tiny. He must be hurting inside thinking he’s ruining your trust. I know I would. Are you sure about this?”