His daughter was the only person to make Tiny see reason.
“She has a way about her that is hard to ignore.”
Kissing his palm, she stepped away. “I’m going to the club. I’ll see you there.”
Without looking back she grabbed her purse and walked out to the car where her father was waiting.
Her heart was pounding, and she hated the pain she was feeling at walking away. Her love for Tiny wouldn’t go away overnight, but she wasn’t ready for this, and neither was he.
“Let’s get this over with,” she said, climbing into the car.
Ned didn’t say anything as he started up the car. Staring at the wing mirror she saw Tiny walk out of the house. Staring straight ahead, she wouldn’t let herself give into the need to go back to him. He was her past, and she’d learned long ago it was easier to walk away than stay fighting a lost cause.
****
Snitch walked through town wearing the garb of a trucker. He’d killed the man who owned the milk truck outside of town at a motel. No one paid him any attention as he blended in. His hair fell around his face, covering up the tattoo on his neck. Keeping his hands hooked into the straps down his body, he stared left and right, taking everything in. For twenty years he’d been waiting for the right time to come back and claim what was his. When he’d been pushed out of his town, he’d lost everything. Snitch didn’t have a club or anyone he could trust. Everyone he knew had died that night. Over the years he’d planned and built up a club going from state to state to find the men who’d follow him without question. Building up a club was not f**king easy, especially, a club he that needed to have his back and be willing to take a bullet for him.
Looking around the town, he breathed in the fresh air knowing his twenty years of work were about to pay off. He’d never acted rashly. The years he’d waited were worth it as he felt victory so close at hand.
Tiny sure had turned the town into a profitable area.
His men were waiting for him over thirty miles out of town. Snitch had wanted to be the one to check out his old home. Each of his men had explored the town of Fort Wills without being detected, and it was his turn to check out his old home. The people were so cheery. None of them knew what he had planned for this little town. The law enforcement would go after The Skulls. He had a plan, and it was all down to timing. During his years he’d learned to become a patient man to go after what he wanted. The men had been with him for some time. They were much better than the crew that had died over twenty years ago.
“Murphy, we’ve got to go,” Tate said. “How can I have a baby shower without being there?”
He rounded the corner to see Tiny’s daughter stood with her hands on her hips. Next to her was a Skull. The leather cut of his jacket showcased who he belonged to. Slowing his pace, Snitch saw the Skull putting a wicker basket into the back of the truck.
“Hold your f**king horses, woman. You’ve turned the club into a f**king fairy land. I’m not having you bitch at me over missing something,” Murphy said, opening the basket to show his woman. Snitch didn’t see what it was. He didn’t need to. The glow coming from Tate was evidence of what he’d done.
“Oh, baby. Have I told you how much I love you?”
Tate threw herself at Murphy.
Pulling out his cell phone, Snitch looked down at the screen, heading straight for the couple. When he was close he made sure they’d have to see him. Some thrill at being seen went up Snitch’s spine. The little shit wouldn’t know him. None of Tiny’s club would know him. He’d heard about Mikey being killed, which was a f**king shame. Snitch would have liked to have killed the f**ker himself for turning against him.
Dropping his cell phone under the man’s truck, Snitch put his hands up in the air. “I’m so sorry, man. I wasn’t looking where I was going. My woman was on the phone, complainin’. You know how it is?” It took every ounce of willpower not to laugh. Snitch saw Murphy glare at him, bending down to grab the cell phone.
“Get the f**k out and watch where you’re going next time.”
Yeah, he was going, and when he came back, the bastard and the women were going to be dead.
Chapter Six
Sipping at his beer Tiny watched Ned from the corner of his compound. Tate was soaking up the attention, and Eva was stood with his daughter. The two women were the best of friends. No one would even suspect that Eva helped to raise his daughter. He was sure if it wasn’t for Eva, his daughter would have been impossible to tame.
Whizz approached him. The smile on the other man’s face wouldn’t alert any of the club to the possible danger they could be in.
“Hi, boss,” Whizz said, taking a gulp of his drink.
“What do you have for me?” Tiny asked.
“Nothing.”
Frowning, he turned to the other man at his side. Whizz had once been a Lion, one of his enemies. When The Lions went down, Murphy brought three men to him who he felt would be a benefit to his own club. Whizz, Time, and Killer were brilliant, and Tiny knew the men were loyal.
“What do you mean you’ve got nothing?” Snitch was not the kind of man to not have a record.
“Exactly what I mean, which is f**king messed up. No one can get around without being noticed. This man you asked me to look into pretty much disappeared after you took over Fort Wills. All the dates you’ve given me actually add up.” Whizz took another long pull on his beer. “You know what it means?”
“Yeah, he’s off the grid, and there’s no way for us to know where he is.”
“He can’t be found unless he wants to be. If this man is a danger to us and Fort Wills then you’re going to need to alert the others. I can’t find him, and if I can’t find him, I can’t prepare us for it.” Whizz was looking around the club.
“This could be down to my own paranoia,” Tiny said. Over the last year he’d been hit left, right, and f**king center. Was it making him think of a dead man as an enemy? There was a reason for someone to go off the grid, and that’s because they’re f**king dead.
“I looked at this man’s file, Tiny. Fort Wills didn’t stop him as they were f**king terrified, but the guy has a record from before then.” Whizz turned away from the group. “He doesn’t give a f**k about anyone. He doesn’t have a code or care who he hits. Women, children, the innocent, he kills them all, and those who take his fancy, he tortures them.”