Whizz (Page 39)

“Tiny, will you relax?” Eva asked, following her man across the clubhouse with Tabitha on her hip.

“Your father is a menace, Eva.”

“We owe him.”

“Exactly, he’s probably coming to take it out of my organs.”

Whizz chuckled. Tiny loved teasing his woman about her father.

They stopped in the kitchen to see several couples already up. Kelsey was in the room, looking pale and sickly.

“She’s got a stomach bug,” Killer said. “She’s not pregnant.” Killer looked disappointed.

“Where are you off to?” Tate asked.

“We’re going for a ride. Call me if you need me.” Whizz sneaked toast off Angel’s plate. She only smiled at him as he apologized.

“My wife’s food is not yours, Whizz,” Lash said, glaring at him.

Gripping Lacey’s hand, he headed out of the clubhouse with no one else stopping them.

“Why are you rushing?” she asked.

“I mention the beach and we’ll have people coming along for the ride. I’m not into making it a gathering with anyone else. I want you to myself.” He climbed onto his machine, giving Lacey a helmet. “Quick before someone sees.” She stuffed the toast into her mouth as he finished off the slice he had taken. He’d stop for breakfast when they were a safe distance away.

She climbed on the back of his machine, wrapping her arms around his waist. Whizz was out of the compound just as Zero and Prue were making their way out of the door. They stopped, looking confused as he left. His cell phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. When he was far enough away he’d call the clubhouse.

“This is completely insane,” Lacey said, shouting loud enough for him to hear.

“We’re going to spend the day away from everyone else. This is what living is all about.” He let out a whoop then concentrated on the road.

Whizz hadn’t felt this carefree in years. The last time he’d had fun going on a ride was way before Alan. He cut the thought off. If he never heard the name Alan again, he’d be fucking happy. That man was not going to define his future. The torture at his hands was all in the past, and Whizz was determined for it to stay there.

Lacey didn’t try to talk. Thirty minutes later, he pulled the bike to a stop outside of a diner.

“We’ll eat here.”

She handed him the helmet. Her blue hair looked a mess from being contained in the helmet. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. I feel like we’re sneaking away from our parents.”

“We are. I’m just going to call the club to let them know not to worry about us. I don’t want them out looking.”

“I’ll go on ahead and order.”

He watched her walk into the diner before dialing the club’s number. Tiny answered the call into the fourth ring.

“What?” Tiny barked the question out.

“It’s Whizz.”

“Why the fuck did you run out on us?”

Whizz chucked. “He’s your father-in-law, not mine.”

“We’re a club. We stick together.”

He stared through the window to see Lacey had taken a seat near the window. Her head was bowed over the menu she was reading.

“What have you decided about Butch?” Family meant more to him now than ever before. The Skulls were his rock whereas Lacey was his reason for breathing.

“I’m not discussing this on the phone.”

“You talk about sticking together, but you’re prepared to throw Butch under the bus.”

“He’s living.”

“I demand a vote on it.” Whizz would talk to every single member if he had to. Butch didn’t need to be thrown away like that. They were a family for a reason. If Butch didn’t want to be part of The Skulls, he wouldn’t have given away the Savage Brothers’ location. Butch had helped them to end the club that hurt the town. Lacey had even helped them to understand Butch’s part in it, which wasn’t much.

“Fine. I’ll tell the guys you want to vote.”

“Make it the end of the week. You’ve got a lot of shit to get through. I don’t want any part in it.” Before Tiny could say anything more, he hung up. There, he’d done it. Putting a call through to Cheryl, he waited for her to answer.

“Hello, Whizz” she said, whispering.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’s going to live. Apart from that he’s not doing good. It doesn’t help that none of the club have come by to say hi. They’ve abandoned him. I know why they’re angry, but this is hard for him.”

Whizz cursed. “I’ve demanded a vote to keep him in. I can’t promise anything, but will you do me a favor?”

“Sure, I’ll do anything for Butch.”

“Talk to Alex. He’s the one you need to see to reason with Tiny.”

“Whizz?”

“You’ll do anything for Butch.”

“Yes.” He knew she was speaking through gritted teeth.

“Then talk with Alex. He’ll be the one to talk to Tiny. Butch will have to be voted back in or we’ll have to talk about it. Speak with Alex, reason with him, and I’ll be back in Fort Wills in a couple of days.”

“I will. Whizz, thank you. I know you didn’t have to do this, but I’m grateful all the same.”

“Don’t mention it.” He hung up the phone, heading into the diner.

Taking a seat opposite her he flagged down the waitress passing them. He ordered them both two strong coffees. “Have you ordered anything?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, I’ve not seen anything I wanted yet.”

“I put a call through to Tiny. He believes we all handle this like a team and should be there together.”

“What do you think?”

“I think we’ll be around Tiny and Ned in a few days. He can handle the meet and greet.”

“I can’t believe we just got up and left. It seems wrong for some reason.”

They both stopped talking as their coffees were delivered.

“Let me know when you want to order,” the waitress said before walking away to deal with other customers.

He picked up his drink, taking a sip of the dark liquid. Whizz picked up another menu and started to look through.

“Is Eva’s father really that bad?”

“Tiny has to keep up relations. Imagine having the father who knows all the shit you’ve done, and then you’re screwing his daughter as well. Eva kept her identity of who she was related to under wraps for a long time.”