Tabitha and Miles were the twins Eva had given to him and were the light of his life. He’d never been so happy in his life until he finally claimed Eva for his own. The daughter of a fighter, Eva rarely took any kind of shit. Fuck, he loved that woman way more than he loved the club at times. If anyone threatened them, his family, the person ended up six feet under.
“No, I wouldn’t let that happen,” he said.
“The next generation are coming, Tiny. They’re right on us, and we’re going to hand them down our legacy. All of us, not just the two of us have something to pass onto our kids. Do you want them eating out of Gonzalez’s hand? I know my Simon is not going to be taking this shit. I will not have this become what The Darkness wanted. Fuck, Snitch would be loving every second of this. He’d be using the girls like they were his own. We fought to put a stop to this before. I’m not going to stop now. Gonzalez means war, and I’m going to give him one.” Devil stepped back, holding his hand up. “Chaos Bleeds does not accept shit. We throw shit back. What I did with his warehouse is simple payback.”
“He took Ashley from us. We deserve payback,” Pussy said, growling.
They were all in Fort Wills to celebrate Cheryl and Butch along with Pussy and Sasha’s coming wedding. Both clubs were using the event to deal with the main problem they all faced, Gonzalez, the drug dealing pimp, who happened to be big over in Europe and was working his way through their towns and further. At least, Gonzalez had been big until he decided to take on America. Whizz had found out some startling revelations that could tear Gonzalez’s operation apart. It seemed his absence over in Europe had created some waves with other crime lords, who’d decided to swoop in and take over. All of the deals Gonzalez had now only involved people in America. Everyone had severed ties and connections with Gonzalez. This could be the one thing they needed to finally draw Gonzalez to his knees. Tiny wasn’t ready to share any news he had with Devil. The leader of the Chaos Bleeds crew could end up reacting prematurely and ruining every chance they had of taking Gonzalez down. Tiny knew he needed to take his time and not screw this up.
“He took something from everyone—”
“But he hasn’t killed one of your team,” Pussy said, interrupting him. “He’s taken from us, and he did it because he could. You don’t know what it feels like.”
There was no argument for that. “I know and I’m sorry, but starting a f**king war with this piece of shit is not the answer at least, not now.” Tiny glared at all of the Chaos Bleeds men. “There’s a time and a place to take revenge.”
“Dude’s got a point,” Steven said, speaking up. “We’re f**king lapdogs, and this f**ker is only going to get worse. Ashley was the beginning. He’s going to go after others, and if we’re not careful, he’ll kill all of us and get what he wants. We need to put a stop to this.”
Blaine cleared his throat. He’d been shot some months back but was fully recovered thanks to his woman and little girl, Emily and Darcy. “I’ve got to get my girls out of dodge if shit is going down. I can’t risk them. It has taken too much to get them back, and we’ve already had a lot of shit to handle.”
“We can’t take anyone out of town. Gonzalez has his men all over the place. None of us leave, but we can set up a safe house for us all,” Tiny said, staring at Devil. He saw his men looking tired of it all. “I know what you’re all are going through. My daughter was in a f**king coma because I hit out at this shit. Next time it might not be a f**king coma, it could be death.”
He was tired of fighting this shit. “I’m asking for you to trust me. We can keep them safe.”
“Where?” Devil asked.
“We stay in Fort Wills. The old warehouse where Nash went through his recovery and that we’ve converted it to a gym of some kind. We’ve been sorting that place out for us to work through. Every chance we had, some shit happened that pulled us away from it,” Tiny said, glancing around at his men.
Nash nodded. “That would do. We could work with that. The warehouse would be the perfect place to keep the women safe. They don’t have to stay here, and we’re still in town, but the warehouse is locked up tight. It’s safer than a f**king bank with Whizz controlling everything.”
“It still leaves us open to an attack,” Zero said.
“But it doesn’t put us at risk. The women will move to the warehouse, so they won’t leave the town. It’s a win-win,” Butch said, speaking up.
Butch had yet to be voted in, which Tiny was hoping to get done within the next couple of days. There was no way he was allowing Butch back in unless he proved himself. Lash and Angel were due back this afternoon. Once shit settled down, the club was going to vote on letting Butch back in, and then they could truly deal with Gonzalez.
“We’re all in agreement. We celebrate the weddings, and then we put the women in lockdown at the warehouse. Once that’s out of the way we can deal with Gonzalez.”
“I’ve got to collect the rest of my club, Tiny. We’re not going back to Piston County until we know what’s going on,” Devil said. “They’re at risk there, and I’m not going to put any of my men at risk.”
“Fine, do whatever you need to do. We’ll work together as a club, but when Gonzalez is gone, you’re out of here.” There was only so much time two MC clubs could work properly together. If they weren’t careful, the closely guarded relationship between The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds would shatter the longer they spent together. He and Devil were two different people, and they had different rules that they abided by.
“What should we call ourselves?” Pussy asked. “The Bleeds or Chaos Skulls? Maybe even The Skulls Bleeds.”
Rolling his eyes, Tiny turned away. Out of all of the men, Pussy was still the joker. Considering he was getting hitched to a blind girl, Tiny would have thought Pussy would grow up. It hadn’t happened. Pussy was as big a clown now as he’d always been. Sasha kept him in line to a point. How they were going to get on, Tiny didn’t know, and it wasn’t any of his business. Pussy and his woman were Devil’s problem, not his.
“Shut the f**k up,” Devil said, leading the way out of the room. One by one his men and those of the Chaos Bleeds crew left the room. Running a hand down his face, Tiny tried to clear his thoughts. Nothing was happening, and his thoughts were still as chaotic as before. Gonzalez was a big problem, one he couldn’t solve on his own.