Walking in the direction of the florist, Butch listened as Alex cursed down the line.
“I’ll deal with it.”
In the next moment, Alex hung up.
Entering the florist, Butch watched his woman serve a customer. What the hell was he going to do? Between working for Alex against Gonzalez and feeding the Savage Brothers information, he was slowly losing himself. He didn’t know what to say or do. His club was starting to notice that he was falling apart.
Hearing Whizz say Lacey’s name, he’d started to feel his world shatter around him. He couldn’t let anything bad happen, no matter what.
****
“What the f**k was that?” Danny asked, yelling.
Lacey was shaking inside. She couldn’t let anyone see what was going on. For the last couple of days she’d forced herself not to go to Whizz. It was breaking her apart, but she made sure not to leave the house.
“It’s nothing.”
“It sure as f**k doesn’t sound like nothing to me.” Danny stood right in front of her. His entire body shook with rage. “We’re here for revenge, Lacey. We’re not here to make a f**king family and settle down to become part of the shit—”
“I know that. You don’t think I know how important this entire f**king operation to you is? This is all you’ve been working toward, Danny. Getting revenge on Gonzalez is all you care about.”
“There was a time it mattered to you,” Dalton said.
Turning to look at her friend, she saw the pain in his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter what we all want. The real man who set about hurting and killing us is dead. We’re still only accepting second best in taking out his son.” She pushed past them.
“Where are you going?” Danny asked, following her. The rest of the club stayed seated.
She ignored all of them, heading toward the door. “Out!”
“You going to see Whizz again?”
Grabbing the jacket, she placed her hand on the door. Danny caught hold of her making her yelp. No one touched her apart from Dalton and Whizz.
“Danny, let her go,” Dalton said.
“No, I’m not letting her go until she answers our f**king questions. I’m done with letting shit slide. We’re here for one thing and that’s to get revenge on the bastard who tried to destroy us. We’re not dead, and I’m not going to let you get away with ruining our chance.”
“Get the f**k off me,” Lacey said.
He tightened his grip around her wrists.
She panicked and then focused on the pain he was inflicting.
“Danny!”
Drawing her knee up, she slammed him in the balls. Danny dropped her hands instantly. Bringing her hand back into a fist, she punched him in the face. “Don’t f**king touch me again,” she said, yelling.
“Lacey?” Dalton asked.
She didn’t stay around to talk. Opening the front door, she charged out into the sunlight. Putting the jacket on, she ignored Dalton’s call.
Right now she didn’t need to hear what they had to say. Her entire body was shaking. Danny had never touched her in anger before. In fact, no one had ever touched her other than Dalton.
Putting the hood up over her head, she folded her arms and moved away from the house they were all cooped up in. The house was starting to get to each of them. She knew Danny didn’t mean anything bad by what he did. He hated that they all had to wait to get revenge. Gonzalez had taken from all of them, and yet he was still walking around, causing death and pain wherever he went.
She stopped outside of the Fort Wills graveyard. Holding onto the rail, she stared at all of the gravestones, marking someone’s name and relation in the world.
Going to the open gate, she slid inside. In the far corner she saw a grave that was covered over by a tent of some kind. Ignoring it, she moved toward the bench in the opposite direction. The surrounding trees and bushes provided enough shelter for her to not be seen.
Lacey placed her hands out in front of her and saw them shake.
Flicking them out, she tried to force the shaking out of her hands.
Crap, she needed to go back home and apologize to Danny. She’d kneed him in the nuts, and that wasn’t going to go down well for him. He wouldn’t hit her, but he’d be pissed and in pain.
Leaning her arms on her knees, she held her head in her hands.
Fucked up.
She wished there was something else she could do to take away the pain that this revenge was opening up. The whole club seemed to think that once they killed Gonzalez it would be like a magical switch where they were all better. Lacey wasn’t under any illusion. She knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as others made it sound. When she was around Whizz, he made her forget everything else and simply focus on him. He didn’t deserve to be in any kind of pain.
“I thought that was you,” Whizz said, taking a seat beside her.
“What?”
“I was passing by when I saw you. The jacket is the key. It makes it all look distinctive. The jacket lady.”
She laughed.
Whizz rested with his arms spread out along the back of the bench. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a falling out with my family.”
“I didn’t know you had a family.”
“It’s a selected family. We’re not going to be around for long. We’re only here for a short time. When we’ve done what we need to do then we’re leaving.” She didn’t like the thought of leaving.
“You’re going to leave then.”
“Yeah, not for a few months yet. We’re waiting for something.” Running fingers through her hair, she shook her head. “Forget I said anything.”
“No, I like listening to you talk. I’ve been thinking about you,” he said.
Jerking to the side, she turned to look at him.
“Why?”
“You made an impact on my life, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in here now.” He pointed at his head.
Should she tell him that he’d been in her head?
“What do you want me to say?” she asked.
“Nothing. I don’t want you to say anything.” For several minutes they sat at the graveyard where so many people were laid to rest for others to remember. It had been years since she went to visit her parents and brother. They were laid to rest along with all of the Savage Brothers MC. There weren’t any marked graves, simply the remains of the building that once used to be their clubhouse.
“Do you want to go for a walk with me?” Whizz asked.