Revenge (Page 39)

Eva finished washing and climbed out of the bath. Tiny held a towel out to her, and she stepped into it.

He wrapped the towel around her, kissing her lips.

“I’m going to wash, and then I’ll be down to help you.”

“Okay.”

Tiny kissed her lips again.

Pulling out of his arms, she walked around him to go into the other room. She quickly dried her body, wrapping her head in another towel as she got dressed. Once she was dressed, she dried her hair and pinned it up on top of her head to keep it out of the way. She didn’t bother with makeup, toed on some flip flops and walked downstairs. Glancing in the sitting room, she saw Baker was playing with the kids and nothing was going wrong. She was surprised.

“Do you want a drink?” she asked.

Baker looked up at her. He had a nice set of blue eyes.

“I’ll take a coffee, thanks.”

Nodding, she waited to see if he’d make a comment about the noise. He didn’t and went back to playing with the kids. Shrugging, she entered the kitchen and turned the potatoes off to see they were ready to be mashed. She always left them on low so she had enough time to get ready.

Setting the kettle on to boil, she glanced at the clock to see that Devil and Lexie were in fact late. Tiny knew his friends well, and she was pleased she hadn’t rushed through dinner but left it on the lowest heat.

Opening the window, she started to make a drink for Baker. When it was done, she quickly checked on the meat then made her way back into the sitting room. Baker was sitting on the sofa while Miles and Tabitha stared at the cartoon channel.

“You’ve got no chance of getting their attention,” she said, handing him the cup.

“Thank you.”

“You can call me Eva.” She offered him a smile and took a seat on the arm of the sofa.

“Thank you, Eva.”

Her two children didn’t even turn to look at them.

“Thank you for taking care of them.” Heat filled her cheeks even though she willed herself not to get embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it. I like looking after kids.” His face darkened as he looked into his cup.

“Do you mind me asking why you joined the club?” she asked.

“I’ve got nowhere else to go. I sold the bakery up, and nothing else has my loyalty. I heard good things about The Skulls, and I want to be part of something bigger than what I am. I know it’s what my wife would have wanted, for me to find some focus, some direction in my life.”

She rested her hand on her thigh, thinking about what he said. It was a good answer, but her curiosity got the better of her.

“What happened to your wife?”

“She was hit head on by a drunk driver.” He stopped, and she watched as he gritted his teeth. “She was coming to the bakery to visit me. It was late, and I was just closing up. The truck didn’t even see her walking in the road he was that far gone. He hit her, and she died instantly.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, the bastard is in prison serving time. I sold the bakery and moved away. She was coming to tell me that she was pregnant with our first kid.” He looked at Miles and Tabitha. “I love kids. I don’t mind babysitting for you whenever you need it.”

She smiled. Reaching out, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry you went through something so awful. I hope The Skulls offer you what you need.”

Gash was back, and now they had three prospects to nurture. Tiny would put them through hell, but he’d also test them to make sure they were making the right decision. The doorbell rang, and she left him to watch her kids. Lexie stood with Devil, and between them they had their three kids.

“I’m a big boy. I don’t need carrying,” Simon said.

“I know, son,” Devil said.

Chuckling, she took Simon’s hand and led him through to the sitting room. “Baker will keep an eye on you.”

Simon went to Tabitha’s side and poked her in the arm. “Hey.”

Before Eva could stop her, Tabitha punched Simon in the face. Instead of the boy crying, he chuckled and sat beside her.

Kids were certainly strange.

“I’m sorry about that,” Lexie said.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t think they’re holding it against each other. I don’t think we should.” Eva escorted them through to the dining room as Tiny was coming down. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and white shirt. His entire wardrobe was made up of white shirts and jeans along with a couple of leather jackets.

She watched Tiny and Devil shake hands.

“Come on, they’re going to start talking and I’m starving,” Lexie said.

“Will you be going back to Piston County before we get the plans for the wedding?” Eva asked.

“I don’t know. Pussy wants to marry Sasha as soon as possible. Devil still has his doubts about her.”

“Why? Pussy and Sasha are perfect for each other.”

“She’s blind, and Devil worries that she’s not good for the club with her vulnerable state.”

Eva shook her head. “It shouldn’t be a problem. Pussy will protect her, and Sasha’s clearly not stupid. She won’t put herself in difficult situations.”

“That’s what I keep telling him, but he worries.”

She couldn’t argue with Lexie about that. Tiny always worried about his club. He worried about Sophia when Nash and Zero both had a thing for her, but that worked out fine in the end. Sometimes it was easier to take a step back and let life take whatever course it chose rather than interfere.

Going through to the kitchen Eva worked with Lexie to get dinner finished. They talked about the wedding and what Pussy and Butch wanted for their women. The wedding was going to be a joint one where both clubs joined in on the celebrations. Eva wondered if Lexie knew the truth of what was going to happen at the town hall. Long ago she’d given up caring about what Tiny did to make sure the club survived. Everything he did was for the good of the club.

Lexie started to hum as they finished serving up dinner. Eva really did like the other couple and hoped nothing came between them all.

Chapter Eight

Whizz sat down in the café and ordered himself a sandwich along with a strong coffee. He didn’t know why he was back here again or why he hadn’t even bothered to bring his laptop. Being in the clubhouse was starting to bug him. With the Chaos Bleeds crew camping out with them, the house was feeling cramped. He’d spent last night all alone but thinking about the blue haired siren who’d interrupted his work last night. For the first time since Alan had tortured him, he felt at peace. He knew the guys and the old ladies at the club tried to help, but they couldn’t help him. No one could cure the demons that he suffered. The demons were locked inside his head, refusing to get out.