“What do you mean?”
She watched him grit his teeth. He didn’t look happy about something. Lacey didn’t know if she wanted to find out what was upsetting him. Whizz always confused her. He took her well-ordered mind and turned it on its axis. She didn’t know how to make herself think clearly around him.
“You can’t go anywhere. I had a deal with Tiny that I’d claim you as mine. You leave one of the brothers could come after you.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she tilted her head back not wanting them to spill. “So, I’m stuck here.”
Lacey didn’t mind providing she was with Whizz.
“I don’t want to keep you locked in this room, but you’ve got to promise me you won’t try to run off or hurt anyone.”
“I wouldn’t hurt anyone,” she protested.
“I saw you with the knife and Gonzalez. You’re capable of hurting people.”
“But I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I give you my word.”
He really didn’t know her. Gonzalez was the first man she’d ever killed. She hadn’t been the one to kill the men who attacked and raped her. Dalton, Danny, and the rest of the Savage Brothers had killed the men. She’d learned to fight, to fire a gun, and to use a knife, yet she’d never attacked or murdered a man or woman.
“I won’t hurt anyone,” she said again, instead of arguing her innocence.
“Okay. Tomorrow I won’t lock you in the room, but you’ve got to promise me now that you won’t try to run.”
“I won’t run or try to kill anyone.” She looked down at the floor wondering if being killed was a lot better than her sudden future.
“I’ll go and wait for our food.”
He walked out of the room without locking the door. She didn’t try to open it or to leave. Lacey didn’t want to leave the club. There was nothing out there for her. She was all alone in the world. The only person she had was Whizz. Going toward his wardrobe, she found one of his long shirts along with a pair of boxer shorts. Sitting on his bed, she picked up the brush he’d left for her and started to brush her damp hair.
It wouldn’t be long before the blue hair dye faded.
She didn’t know what she’d do when her hair finally went to her natural color. Dalton always dyed it for her. Pushing those thoughts aside along with the pain of Dalton’s words, she picked the remote up and started to flick through the channels.
Staring down the length of her arm she saw the faded marks that were hidden by the ink she’d gotten to cover the scars. The first and only attempt to take her own life had been a huge failure. Dalton stopped her from trying again. He stayed by her side. His warning was always at the forefront of her mind whenever she wanted it to end. When she was alone she’d always think about taking her own life. Dalton deserved to be free of her, yet the thought of causing him to die always stopped her. Did he have peace now that he was no longer with them?
You’ve got to stop thinking about him.
Her thoughts about Dalton were not productive. He was gone, and thinking about him didn’t help her situation. Whizz was right. They’d been a bunch of idiots to think they could take their revenge in another MC’s territory. The Skulls were the real deal while the Savage Brothers were not.
The door opened, and Whizz entered. The scent of Chinese filled the room. Her mouth watered, but she didn’t move as he kicked the door closed.
“I had to fight Steven for this food. Cheeky fucker thought he could have at it.”
“You ordered enough to share.” She sat back, leaving enough room for him. On one of her thighs was the ink of a rose, the thorns spiking out. Getting ink became a hobby for her. Whenever the pain got too much for her she’d go and get some fresh ink or have some designs changed.
“I didn’t know what you liked. I got everything I liked then ordered enough for you.” He set the box down.
She picked up the chopsticks and opened up the first carton of food. Inside were shrimp balls. Picking one up, she took a bite as Whizz offered her a pot of sauce.
“Thank you.”
“I just realized I didn’t even ask you if you liked Chinese.”
“Good for you I do happen to love Chinese food.” She took another shrimp ball, biting into it after she slathered it with sauce.
Whizz ate the egg rolls, and together they started to eat the rest of the food. She’d left a movie on that looked like an action adventure. Looking over Whizz’s head, she watched the movie. Every now and then she was aware of his gaze on her.
When she could eat no more, she settled away from the food.
“Are you done?”
She nodded.
“I’ll be back.”
Lacey watched him walk away. Lying down on the bed she rubbed at her stomach, finally full.
He came back minutes later. “There’s going to be no leftovers.”
She chuckled, thinking about the club attacking the fridge where their food was.
“There’s nothing you can do about that.”
Whizz stared at her for several seconds. She couldn’t look away. Her body heated remembering the way his lips felt on top of hers. She wanted him. Lacey missed the feel of his rock hard cock sliding deep inside her.
You shouldn’t feel that way about the man responsible for killing your club.
“I’m going to get washed.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
It didn’t matter how much her head told her she shouldn’t be wanting. Her body had completely other ideas.
Her pussy was slick with her cream. She closed her eyes remembering the way he’d held her in the graveyard, the thrust of his hips as he drove inside her. Whizz didn’t hold her like she would break. He gripped her hips, pounding inside her as if she was a woman. She’d not been desired once. Dalton had loved her, but he’d not desired her. At least she didn’t think he did. In his gaze she had seen the pity whenever Dalton looked her way. She grew to hate that pity, despise it even. What happened to her shouldn’t define what people thought about her.
The shower stopped running, and she listened to Whizz move around. The movie had long lost any appeal it had once had. The only interest she had was in Whizz.
He entered the bedroom going to his drawers. Seconds later he dropped the towel showing off his fine ass. His body was covered in scars and muscle. Where she had gone under the ink pen to try to hide her scars, Whizz picked up weights. His body was rock hard and his strength unlike anything she’d ever known.