Revenge (Page 32)

“Good, we’ll attack then.”

Hanging up, Butch poured himself a large scotch and flung it back. You’re not a rat, and you haven’t done anything wrong.

Leaving the bar, he walked back to his room. Cheryl was still asleep. Climbing into bed, he wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her close.

“Where have you been?” she asked.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I heard your phone. What was it, or do I not want to know?” she asked.

“Gonzalez called. I’m handling it.”

“Remember, Butch, The Skulls is where your loyalty lies, nowhere else.”

He wasn’t loyal to the Savage Brothers. Kissing her head, he hummed his agreement. Settling into bed, he thought about what Gonzalez had said on the phone. What would he do to Eva? No, Butch couldn’t think of anything happening to her.

It had to be a test.

How could he warn Tiny without alerting him to what he was doing? Nothing he thought of was a good enough reason.

Closing his eyes, he waited for sleep to claim him. Nothing happened for the longest time.

“Go to sleep, Butch. We’ll deal with this tomorrow. Sleep will make everything okay,” Cheryl said.

Her words were intended to soothe, yet they did nothing for him.

****

Gonzalez threw the phone against the wall, cursing. He’d slipped up. Fuck, he shouldn’t have let that bastard know what he had planned. Not that Butch would be affected. He liked the thought of having Butch by his side while he took over each illegal business. In years to come these days would seem like a walk in the park for what he had planned. Pushing the woman off his dick, he yelled for her to f**k off. She couldn’t suck his dick at all and was boring him more than entertaining him.

It was now he missed Ashley. No matter what he asked of her, she always gave into him. The women he controlled did what he asked, but they weren’t any good at it. Ashley had been a f**king pro, and she’d loved sex. Shouldn’t have killed her.

He couldn’t exactly give Ashley back a head in the hope of her giving him head. Chuckling at the joke, he grabbed a robe and entered the sitting room of the hotel.

“What’s going on?” Gonzalez asked. Ronald was still awake, watching the television. The man rarely slept, and when he did, it wasn’t for long.

“Everett is doing what you asked.”

Sitting in the spare chair, Gonzalez grabbed the carton of noodles on the table before him. “Get rid of the bitch in my room. Kill her if you can. She’ll never make any money.”

“Give her a chance, you’re pretty f**king scary, boss,” Ronald said.

“I was hard until she put her mouth on me and now I can’t get hard. Bitch is a waste of time. I’m not going to have complaints. Get rid of her, kill her, and be done with it.” Eating some noodles, Gonzalez tapped his fork against the carton. “So you found Kayla Howard, Lexie’s sister?”

“Yeah, she did a shit job in covering up her identity. Tracked her down, and Everett is sorting out the problem as we speak.”

“I like this Everett guy. He’s got balls of steel.”

“For the right price, those balls of steel are all yours,” Ronald said.

“Do we have anyone else willing to take over where Homer was?”

“No. The only person I could find was Everett.”

“So no one wants to come and work for me. I’m disappointed. I thought I was a damn good boss.” Gonzalez chuckled. He scratched his head thinking about the many favors he’d pulled in to get Devil and Tiny. Those favors were long gone, and people were disappearing away from him faster than flies. Several people hadn’t called him back when he’d made calls. He needed to get rid of the two MCs, as otherwise everything he planned for was going to turn on him.

Ned Walker had protected his fighters, and not only that, he’d come out stronger for it. No one could touch Walker or his men. There had also been a reward put out along with a warning. If anyone touched his daughter, Eva, and her family, then they were dead. If Ned couldn’t do it himself, he’d pay someone handsomely to do the job for him.

You’re losing control.

His vision was still true, and he could f**k with both clubs if he chose. Nothing was over until he said it was. He was going to swim in the blood created by Devil, Tiny, and the two clubs. Gonzalez would even watch Ned fall and bask in knowing he’d defeated them all.

****

Lacey watched the men having a drink and playing cards, all of them tense and waiting. She ran fingers through her new blue locks, wondering why she’d gone radical with her hair. Ever since the attack on the Savage Brothers twenty years ago she’d been fighting for revenge. She wanted to know everything Gonzalez did, where he went. Finding out his son killed the father, the one responsible for what happened to her, upset her. Now her revenge would come at the price of the son. Gonzalez was an animal, there was no doubt of that, but the revenge would be bittersweet. The true man who’d ruined their lives at such a young age was already dead.

She hadn’t seen the son during her attack, but she’d heard enough to know that he was present. Her revenge would have to be complete knowing the Gonzalez line was dead. There was no other way for her to be at peace.

“You’re thinking again,” Dalton said, coming to stand behind her.

“We shouldn’t be putting Butch at risk like this. He was a Savage Brother once.”

“Yeah, he’s not anymore, babe. You can’t do anything to save him. He changed sides.”

“Yet we’ve not even talked with The Skulls or Chaos Bleeds. We don’t want their territory. All we want is the pleasure of killing Gonzalez. We have nothing, no one to depend on us. This is it, our family unit.” None of them had left each other to start up families to make a life away from it all. This was all they were about, revenge. It was sad when she actually sat and thought about the depth of the club.

Dalton touched her shoulder, and she tensed. He’d witnessed her in the worst part of her life. He had carried her to the hospital to get fixed, when she’d been bleeding out, raped, beaten. Dalton had seen it. Since then, he’d taken care of her, feeling responsible for her. In the months after the attack, he was there to cuddle her when the demons got too bad.

From what she saw of the clubs, Whizz from The Skulls had suffered just like her. They were not stupid or dumb. Each one of them had done their homework on the club. She gathered information on Whizz. He’d been attacked, raped, and left for dead. Since his attack, Whizz had changed. She recognized the change within him, and knew exactly what he was going through.