“What’s the matter, Butch? I thought we were good friends?” Gonzalez said.
“You’re only calling to put in an order. Tell me what you want so you can leave me alone,” he said. “I didn’t come to you to be your f**king whipping boy.”
“It’s pretty simple. I want to know what Eva does in her spare time. Where she goes, what she does, who’s with her.”
The questions unnerved Butch. He didn’t even have time to talk with Alex before he answered.
“It’s really late, and you’re interested in Eva’s social life? Don’t you have something more interesting for me to do?”
“Well that depends, Butch. Do you want to be one of my men or not?”
Alex needs you to do this.
“Lockdown is over. Eva will spend most of her time at their home or visiting the spa. She takes care of all the kids when no one can.” Butch hated himself the moment the words left his mouth. He should have spewed lies before spilling the truth. When Alex came to him with this suggestion, he should have turned him down.
“Good. There’s no surprises then?” Gonzalez asked.
“Eva doesn’t stick to a tight schedule. She does what she wants when she wants to. You’ve got no chance of getting to her, Gonzalez.” Please, leave her the f**k alone. Leave all the women alone and die.
“That’s fine. I’ll be stopping by for the wedding. I look forward to seeing Pussy with his blind girl. I may even let him live through it. Your girl will live. She’s got my vote. I like her.”
Gripping the cell phone tightly, Butch tried not to give himself away.
“You’re coming for the wedding?” he asked.
“I thought it would be a nice visit. I mean, The Chaos Bleeds crew and The Skulls are all together to marry each other. The only thing better would be one man and one woman. Shame, they won’t be alive long enough to know what’s going to happen.”
Silence followed as Butch absorbed everything he’d just said.
“You’re going to kill them?”
“I’ve not thought about it. Forget what I just said. It’s nothing personal. I’m just rambling.”
Had Gonzalez just f**ked up in what he said?
It seemed too good to be true.
“Do you want anything else?” Butch asked, itching to get to Alex.
“Do you hate them?” Gonzalez asked, catching him off guard.
“Who?”
“The Skulls? They blackmailed you into being with them. I was just wondering how you were finding life with them. You’re still in the clubhouse, right?”
Sitting on the toilet, Butch stared straight ahead of him.
“It’s difficult. We’re going back home the day after tomorrow. Alex wanted a bit more time with his kid.”
“I can kill Alex for you, and then you can have Matthew and Cheryl all to yourself.”
“I’ll kill Alex when the time is right,” Butch said, lying. They had an understanding when it came to Cheryl and Matthew.
“You’re no fun. Oh, well, everything will come to a head soon. I’ve got the wheels in motion.”
Gonzalez disconnected the call leaving Butch to stare at the dead phone.
“Fuck.” Leaving the bathroom, he saw Cheryl was still sound asleep.
He couldn’t leave this information until the morning.
Closing the bedroom door behind him, he walked down toward Alex’s room. When no one responded to his knock, he opened the door to find the room vacant. There was only one other place he knew where to find him. Going back in the direction of his room, he stopped at the door next to his.
Slowly, he eased the door open so only a small light shone into the room. There on the floor beside Matthew was Alex.
The light had disturbed him.
“What?” Alex asked.
“I’ve got news.”
Alex got to his feet and started to move away from his son’s side.
“What could you possibly have to say to me?” Alex asked.
“Why are you sleeping with Matthew?” Butch asked.
“Being with him calms me. I’ve been out of his life for too long. I don’t like it. He’s my son, and I’m not going to miss a chance to be with him.”
Understanding what he meant, Butch glanced up and down the long corridor, making sure they were alone.
“Gonzalez has been in touch. He’s asking about Eva and what she does in her spare time.”
Alex stretched, groaning. “Fuck, sleeping on a floor is not f**king fun.”
Clicking his fingers, Butch drew his attention back to him. “He’s going to make his move at the wedding in the town hall.”
“What?”
“The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds crew are all going to die at this wedding. This could be our chance.”
“How did you get him to spill that easily?” Alex asked.
“I didn’t. He slipped up. I don’t think he was meant to tell me what was going to happen. This is our chance, Alex. We could get rid of him.”
“Okay, I’ll make the necessary arrangements. If he calls again try to get him to tell you what he has plans for Eva. I don’t like the thought of her being vulnerable, and Tiny will be pissed if anything happened to her. It makes no sense why he would target her but leave Lexie alone. Devil’s the one who pissed him off.”
“Maybe you should see this as more that he’s crazy and doesn’t give a f**k who he hurts,” Butch said. “I need a drink to get back to sleep. Are we good?”
“Yeah, I’m going to bed. Get some sleep before the shit hits the fan.” Alex hit his shoulder and turned away. Leaving the corridor, Butch walked down toward the bar. It was dark and quiet. For once none of the men were lying around sleeping.
Pulling out his phone, he pressed the private number for Danny.
“What do you have for me?” Danny asked.
“Not a lot. Gonzalez is going to hit out at The Skulls.”
“When’s he coming to town?”
Now was his chance. Closing his eyes, Butch tapped the bar wondering what the hell he should do.
“He’s coming to town for the wedding.”
“What wedding?”
“Two of our men are getting married. They’re doing it at the clubhouse, so it should be his opportunity to take us down.” It wasn’t the complete truth, but still, he couldn’t lie to them. Hearing Danny’s voice reminded him of Lacey, and then he thought about his sister. He wasn’t doing this to help Danny or the Savage Brothers; he was doing this for Lacey. The girl deserved some peace of mind.