The other club whores were back within the club. Everything was going back to normal apart from the fact they were redecorating the town hall. They’d held a funeral for the three men and two women who’d lost their lives because of the Savage Brothers. Their partners were now working at the club seeing as Tiny took care of everyone within the town of Fort Wills. Anyone who was not part of the club but died because of the club, he made sure they were well compensated with either money or work. They were not part of the club but worked within the compound or where Tiny could get them a job.
“Do you know what I was doing today?” he asked, running his fingers up her thighs. She wore a skirt, one of Angel’s, and he started to work the fabric up as he worked. The knife didn’t waver from his neck. He was fine with the knife. He didn’t have a death wish, nor did he hope for her to use it. At least, he didn’t think he wanted her to use it on him.
“No.” She started to frown.
“We were paying our respects to the men and women who lost their lives because of your club. Your club ruined the lives of five different families within Fort Wills. Men and women they’re never going to get back, loved ones, Lacey.”
She pressed the knife harder against his neck.
“Do it,” he said, taunting her.
Do you want to die?
“Gonzalez needed to die.”
“I don’t doubt that. He’s dead and gone.”
“And so is my club?” The knife shook against his skin, yet she didn’t cut him once.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” he asked, changing the conversation.
Her frown deepened. All he wanted to do was run his fingers between her brows.
“What?”
“You heard me. We were together a lot, Lacey. I was inside your sweet cunt, and you could have killed me. I was in heaven sliding inside you.” Her eyes changed. He watched her eyes dilate even as they were filled with tears. “You could have killed me any time, Lacey. The Savage Brothers were your club, and I wasn’t part of your world. Why didn’t you kill me?”
She took a breath. Her chest rose and fell, but she shook her head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, I do. Your club wanted Gonzalez, and what was I exactly? I was one of the members standing in your way? Or was I something else? Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? You had to know we weren’t going to let your interference stand. Fort Wills is The Skulls’ territory. Everyone knows it.”
He pushed the skirt out of the way to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. Lacey was soaking wet as he slid his thumb through her slit. She didn’t tell him to stop.
“Why, Lacey? Why couldn’t you kill me?” He caressed her clit going down to slide a finger deep in her cunt. Whizz had learned a lot about her. It didn’t take long to find everything out that he needed once he knew where she came from. Any other information he asked for Butch provided for him. She’d been gang-raped by Gonzalez’s men when she was just a little girl. Those men who were dead had torn away her ability to have children. His search had found out that she’d tried to take her life and had failed because of Dalton. Her life had been easy to find and track down. Whizz knew everything that could be recorded apart from what went on her mind and behind closed doors. Had she been with other men? Did she fuck women? What happened after everything she’d been through?
The woman in his arms was not what he expected. Her arms were decorated in ink. It was strange. He’d never wanted a woman covered in ink before. To him, women were supposed to be delicate, feminine, like Angel or Sophia. They epitomized femininity. Lacey was broken, he saw it in her eyes, yet she held femininity within her grasp. The way she walked as she swung her hips from side to side, the fullness of her curves, and her overall person screamed feminine. She was a size sixteen to eighteen, and he’d discovered that because of Angel lending her clothes.
Her size only turned him on more. She was thicker than what was popular, but he loved her curves, gripping onto her fleshy hips as he pounded inside her.
Adding a third finger to her pussy, he pressed his thumb to her nub. “Tell me, Lacey, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”
She groaned, dropping the knife onto the bed as she thrust onto his fingers. “Please,” she said.
“Answer me.” He paused with his finger on her clit.
Lacey stared down at him.
“I’m not going to play until you tell me why you let me live.”
She nibbled on her lip, clearly fighting her response. “I couldn’t let you die.”
“Why?”
“I knew who you were and what you’d been through. Danny got details on all of you.”
Whizz felt his gut twisting.
“You knew about Alan?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
He licked his own lips. Whizz should have known that they would do their research. Anyone who tried to take down someone as powerful as Gonzalez would be stupid not to do their homework.
“I knew what you’d been through, and I wanted to see you.”
“Because you’d been through something similar?”
“You were the one who looked odd in the group. I only wanted to see why you were part of The Skulls.” Her words were filled with attitude as she glared at him.
With quick moves, Whizz pulled his fingers out of her pussy, gripped her hips and changed their positions taking her to the bed. Sliding between her legs he took hold of her hands pressing them above her head. Staring into her green eyes, Whizz found himself falling for her.
“You didn’t think that.”
“Yeah, I did. Your place is not in The Skulls. Ever since you were hurt you’ve been useless to the club.” She stopped talking as he claimed her lips.
Lacey spilled her words out, clearly trying to hurt him. He saw she was hurting inside. Whizz was responsible for taking away her loved ones, but, God help him, he didn’t care. The club came first. His loyalty was to the club, and he’d played his part. Tiny allowed him to keep Lacey for his own even though he didn’t agree. She didn’t mean any of the words she spoke. Whizz knew her enough to see she was lying. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and she lay limp within his arms. When Lacey meant what she said, she fought with everything she was. The words coming out of her mouth now were exactly that, words. They were empty and meant absolutely nothing.
He kissed down to her ear, sucking in her flesh.