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  “When’s Gash getting out?” Lash asked.

  “We’re picking him up in three days,” Tiny said.

  “I want to be there when he gets out.”

  “Why?”

  “We were good friends, and since I’ve been with Angel I’ve not gone and visited him. I want to mend fences before he comes home.” Lash sounded hurt.

  “Fine, you, Nash, and Steven are going to get him out,” Tiny said.

  “Good. How’s Whizz doing?”

  Eva winced at the other brother’s name.

  “He’s dealing in his own way.”

  “Last I heard he was fucking built, heavy weightlifting and the shit.”

  Over a year ago Whizz had been captured by one of Zero’s old enemies from the past. Alan had captured Whizz and proceeded to torture and rape the other brother. Since then, Whizz hadn’t been the same. In fact, the man was a shell of his former self, and every time Eva saw him, he broke her heart. She couldn’t help him get rid of the demons that plagued him. Instead of curing him, she held him through the night when he came to stay at their house. She was surprised Tiny hadn’t caused any waves about having Whizz in their bed. It was nothing sexual and everything to do about comforting one of their own. She wasn’t attracted to Whizz. Eva hadn’t been attracted to another man since Tiny entered her life.

  “I spoke to Kelsey while I was away. She said he’d shared their bed for some time. Nothing to do with sex or anything but to help him keep the nightmares away.” Angel pushed some hair back as she spoke.

  “Yeah, Whizz has done the bed rounds so far. He’s not asking for anything. The nightmares come and go. He tries to deal with shit in his own way. It doesn’t always work,” Tiny said.

  Eva couldn’t think of anything to add and stayed quiet.

  Whizz did try. He didn’t reach for the bottle or drown himself in girls. Unlike some men, Whizz kept to himself. Eva didn’t know if his method of coping actually worked. He didn’t let anyone else inside.

  The only thing he did was work on the computers and work out. The carefree man he’d once been was long gone.

  It was a hard life but one Eva wasn’t going to interfere with. Whatever helped Whizz live day to day, she was all for. She didn’t want to see him go off the deep end and do something they’d all regret.

  Silence filled the car once again. Blocking everything out, Eva tried to take pleasure in simply driving her car. Nothing could happen while she was locked within the four metal walls of her car. To a point, she was safe here for no one to get her, but no matter how much she tried to think positively about driving the car, she still hated every second of it.

  The drive went by quickly, and before she knew it she was pulling into the compound. The main door opened, and members from The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds filtered out. Devil and Lexie were standing wrapped around each other, smiling.

  “I guess people are glad for us to be home,” Lash said.

  “It certainly seems that way,” Eva said, smiling. She parked the car and watched as the crowd pulled Lash, Angel, and Anthony in for a group hug. Wrapping her arms around her body, Eva moved around the crowd to go into the clubhouse. She found Prue taking care of Miles and Tabitha. “Are you okay with them?” Eva asked.

  “Sure. They’re darlings. Go and have a bath. I’m sure you can need it with everything that’s going on.”

  “Thanks, honey.” Eva turned away going toward the stairs. Taking the stairs one at a time, she ran fingers through her hair as she climbed to the top floor. This floor was Tiny’s floor. She’d redecorated the place over a year ago to more of her liking. When Tiny stayed here on his own, he’d settled on black walls and a white ceiling. Now the space was light, airy, and perfect for her to stay inside.

  Closing the door behind her, she started to remove some of the jewelry he’d given her over the years. Placing them in a drawer, she caught sight of her reflection. She looked tired and worn.

  Wearing makeup had never appealed to her, and she didn’t bother with cosmetic products now. Moving in close she inspected her eyes and her lips. There weren’t any signs of wrinkles on her face yet. What would Tiny think of her when she was older? Would she be fighting with the next generation to get her man to stick beside her?

  She wasn’t under any illusions about her man. Tiny had cheated on his first wife repeatedly. Alex, his former brother-in-law, assured her that Tiny hadn’t strayed. She believed him.

  When they hadn’t been dating, she’d seen the difference in Tiny when he slept with a sweet-butt and when he did not. The guilt was easy to see on his face.

  “You’re not old,” she said, glaring at her reflection. She didn’t know why these insecurities were coming back to her. Eva wasn’t the oldest old lady within the club. Rose was, Hardy’s woman.

  Shaking her head, she walked toward the bathroom. Putting the plug into the bath, she turned the hot water on and started to fill the tub. Striping her clothes off, she let out a sigh.

  “You know, I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked,” Tiny said.

  Spinning around, she saw her man leaning up against the doorframe.

  “I thought you’d be celebrating with the others. You’ve got a meeting and a vote to do tonight.”

  She didn’t cover her body from his gaze. The moment she did, he’d start to ask why, and she wasn’t ready to talk to him yet.

  “Angel and Lash have a lot of people greeting them. I’m not needed downstairs. I’m needed here, with you. I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours. Something is clearly bothering you.” He tugged his shirt over his head, revealing well defined abs covered in ink. Licking her lips, she averted her gaze in order to keep herself sane while she was around him. Whenever Tiny got naked, she struggled to make sense of any of her thoughts. “Tell me what’s going on.”

  He took a step into the room, tugging on her hands. She stumbled against him, and any thought she was having, disappeared at the feel of him.

  “Come on, baby. Talk to me. You’re my woman, my wife, my old lady. You don’t need to keep this shit from me.” He placed a finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

  Biting her lip, she stared into his eyes. “I’m scared, Tiny.”

  “Of what?”

  “The club, Gonzalez, you. I can’t stop being scared, and pretending I’m not scared is harder than anything else.” She pulled out of his arms and turned to stop the water running into the bath.

  “That’s not all, is it?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Then tell me everything that’s going on in that crazy brain of yours.” His hands went to her hips, tugging her back against him. She felt the roughness of his denim rubbing against her ass. Closing her eyes, she wanted to give herself to him, but her fear held her back. Most of the time she relented and gave in to the passion he stirred within her. Tiny had been different with Gonzalez. She sensed the worry within him as well. When Tate ended up in a coma because of his decision, it had almost broken him. Tiny didn’t want to make the wrong decision and cost someone his life.

  “Just stupid shit, Tiny. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

  “When it comes to you, I worry.” He muttered the words against her head. “Tell me. I can help you.”

  Letting out a sigh, she turned in his arms.

  “I was thinking about what happens when I get older.” She chanced a look up at him.

  He chuckled. “You’re worried about getting old?”

  “Yeah, you don’t exactly have a great track record with being faithful to other women.”

  She made to turn away, but he caught hold of her chin and forced her to look at him.

  “I’ll have you know I’ve been completely faithful to you. I refuse to look at another fucking woman.” His arm banded around her back, cupping her ass. Tiny squeezed the flesh, moaning as he did. “This is the ass I want to squeeze, and fuck. You, Eva, you’re the
woman I want in my bed, the only woman I want in my life. I don’t care how old you get. You’re mine, and I’ll never fucking stray from you.” He leaned down, slamming his lips against hers. She melted against him, never wanting to let him go.

  Whimpering, she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the feel of his tongue as he slid it across her lips. Opening up to his invasive tongue, she met him halfway, and the taste of him exploded on her tongue.

  Tiny pulled away from her first. He stared down into her eyes, and she felt open to his gaze.

  “I think it’s time I showed you who owns this body.” In quick moves he had her pressed up against the sink, away from the bath. In the mirror she watched him looking down and heard the sound of his belt loosening. The sound of his zipper opening echoed off all the walls.

  Heat built between her thighs, making it impossible for her to think.

  “I don’t give a fuck what Gonzalez has planned. He can go and fuck himself, Eva. The only woman I want, the only woman I’ll ever fucking want, is you.” His hands touched her hips then cupped the cheeks of her ass.

  She felt him spread her ass open, and then the tip of his cock was pressed to her entrance.

  “I wish I had some lube on me. I’d fuck your ass as well to prove to you how much you fucking own me.” In the next instant he slammed deep inside her, taking her by surprise.

  Crying out, she gripped the edge of the sink, holding on as he went to the hilt, refusing to back down. One of his hands gripped her hip as the other went to her neck. He lifted her head up so she had no choice but to look in the mirror.

  “Look at yourself, baby. Look what I’ve got to call my own.” He pulled out of her only to ram back inside. Gasping, Eva loved the way he filled her. His thick prick stroked along the walls of her pussy, showing her how hard he was.

  Staring at her man, she saw the raw desire shining back at her. He stared at her with love and lust.

  “I’m fucking old, Eva. You could have any man you fucking wanted, and yet, you’re with me.” Again, he pulled out of her and swiveled his hips to plunge back within her. Screaming out, she closed her eyes at the intense pleasure his rough fucking was creating. “No, you fucking look at me.”

  She had no choice but to open her eyes as he refused to move until she did. Looking at him, she waited for him to move. Tiny didn’t keep her waiting long. Over and over, he thrust deep inside her, going to the hilt then back again. He drove her to the edge of orgasm but wouldn’t let her go over the edge.

  “Please, Tiny.”

  “No, you don’t get to come until I know you understand who’s getting the better fucking bargain.” He slapped her ass and held her neck tightly. There was nowhere else for her to go. Tiny was the one in control. His cock fucked her, getting her wet with each thrust.

  Begging him to fuck her, she tried to push back against him. He wouldn’t let her move. With the hand on her neck and on her hip, he was the stronger one.

  “Please,” she said, begging.

  “No, look at yourself, Eva. You’re a fucking beauty. You’re young, sexy, and could have any man begging for your attention.” He fucked her in three hard thrusts.

  Crying out, she tightened her hold on the sink, hoping he made his point soon. She didn’t know how much more torture she could take with him fucking her.

  “I will never cheat on you. I know what I’ve got is fucking heaven. Anyone who cheats on their woman is a fucking coward. I’m not a coward, Eva. I’m your man, and I love you with all my heart.”

  “I love you, Tiny.”

  “Then tell me you believe me and fucking trust me.”

  “I believe you, and I trust you.” He’d never give her any reason to doubt him.

  He leaned over her. His lips brushed her ear. “I’m never going to give you a moment to doubt me. I’m yours, Eva. You own me and this fucking cock.” Tiny sucked on her earlobe as the hand holding her hip moved down to brush her pussy.

  Gasping, she opened her thighs wide. His fingers touched her clit, stroking the bud.

  “Now, come for me.”

  She had no choice but to do as he told her, splintering apart within his arms as her orgasm took her unawares. Tiny held her close as his cock jerked inside her, spurting his cum within her.

  “I need you to know and trust that I love you, Eva. Always and forever, no matter what fucking happens. I own you as much as you own me.”

  Eva nodded, holding onto him as she came down from her orgasm. She didn’t need anything else in that moment other than to have his arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

  ****

  Whizz stared at the computer screen while also taking a swig out of the bottle. He looked among the multiple screens trying to find a connection between all of the people. So far he’d gotten in touch with three men who claimed to owe a favor to Gonzalez. They’d been called in to deal with Ned and some of his fighters. The men were in Vegas waiting for Gonzalez’s signal.

  He struck a deal with all three, and the men were no longer answering to Gonzalez. They talked to the other man, at Whizz’s request, but they were no longer taking orders. Three men were better than none. Turning the cap on the water, he placed the bottle on the floor. He always got his own bottled water. Ever since Alan had taken him, he’d not been able to have anyone serve him. Alan had drugged his drinks, and when he woke up the pain had been even worse.

  Gritting his teeth, he forced the memories back. Alan was dead, killed by Prue, and wouldn’t be coming back to hurt him. He needed to remember that.

  He’s taken so much.

  Blowing out another breath, he forced himself to take several deep breaths, focusing on the computer screen in front of him. He couldn’t afford to lose focus.

  Alan was dead.

  He wasn’t coming back … ever.

  Breathe in.

  Breathe out.

  The memories started to fade, and he started typing away, looking for all connections. Three men were now waiting for his call and were feeding him information on what Gonzalez’s next move was. The easiest way to take out their latest enemy was to start from the outside to work his way in. Gonzalez was the main point, but he had a circumference of men taking orders. The Skulls took over the men, they got what they wanted.

  Someone knocked on his door, and he called for them to come in. Nash appeared carrying packaged food in his hands. “Sophia made you something. I swear, I watched her do everything. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

  Moving away from the computer, Whizz took the food and sat on the edge of the food.

  “So, how’s it going?”

  “Fine. I think. I’ll be ready to come and kick Butch’s ass.” Whizz took a bite out of the sandwich. The spicy taste exploded on his tongue, and he moaned.

  “Sophia’s worried about you.”

  “All of you need to stop worrying about me. I’m fine,” Whizz said. He knew the club worried, but he’d not turned to anything drastic. Working out and his computer kept him occupied.

  “When was the last time you had a woman?”

  “Seriously, Sophia wants to know the last time I fucked?” He lowered his sandwich and watched the other man squirm.

  “She’s not interested in your sex life. She’s just worried about you.”

  “Tell her to stop.” He’d not been with a woman because he didn’t want anyone. The sweet-butts no longer held any appeal to him. They meant nothing to him. After everything that happened, he wanted that to mean something. He was losing his mind. Since when did he want anything to mean something? Shit. He finished the sandwich and threw the papers into the trash. “I appreciate her concern and yours. When I’m ready to start fucking I will. I’m just not ready.”

  Nash nodded. “Sorry, man. I worry as well.”

  “I get it, but stop. I’m fine.” He watched the other man leave the room before going over to his computer. Whizz sniffed up as his chest started to ache. Alan may be dead and gone, but the wounds he’d caused w
ere still very much open. The truth of it was, Whizz didn’t know who to trust with his life or how to pull out of his fear of being with a woman. He just couldn’t do it.

  Chapter Two

  Running a hand over his face, Tiny stared around the warehouse room. The Chaos Bleeds crew was back at the clubhouse taking care of their women while The Skulls took a vote. They all wanted Butch back, but he had to go through the test they all had to prove themselves, a fight between Butch and all of The Skulls. He watched as Zero went for Butch, raising his fists as he tried to get a hit against the face or lower. Sitting on the chair, Tiny watched his men all waiting to take their turns. This was one of the elements of voting in the men. There was no point in having men who couldn’t protect you in a fight. If you couldn’t protect the club there was no point you being inside.

  This was how Nash had gotten back into the club after his spiral into drink and drugs and also the same way some of the prospects had been voted in. Other members got in by proving their skill in a certain area.

  “Are you okay?” Murphy asked, taking a seat beside him.

  Lash was standing at the edge of the fighting with his cell phone in his hand. They’d been gone from the club an hour, and already the man was missing his woman. Lash hated being away from his woman, especially when they were in danger, which seemed to be all the time.

  “I will be when we get this shit sorted out.”

  “You can’t blame yourself for what happened. No one can expect Gonzalez to do what he did.” Murphy leaned on his knees looking out at the crowd. His knuckles were bloody from the hits he’d already given.

  “How’s Tate and her pregnancy going?” Tiny asked. It had been a few days since he’d talked with his daughter. She was pregnant with her second child. He was going to be a granddad again. Tiny liked being a father more than he liked being a granddad. In the last few months he couldn’t help but feel old. Eva was worried about him straying when she got older. He was fucking worried she’d see past all the shit and leave him. Tiny wouldn’t dream of giving her a reason to cut and run. He was with her for the rest of his life.