“Whizz, f**k me, harder, please.”
As if she was there in the room, Whizz opened his eye to find himself alone, but he was no longer trapped in the distant nightmare of his past.
Putting the weight down on the floor, he grabbed his jacket along with his piece. It wasn’t safe for a Skull to go wandering around. He left through the back exit where no one would see him. Whizz didn’t know where he was going to go or how he was going to find her.
He set out in the direction of the graveyard. There seemed to be more chance of finding her there than anywhere else.
Gripping the gates, he stared into the darkness thinking how crazy he was being. There was no way he’d meet a woman at a graveyard. He was clearly going insane.
“Should I be worried that you’re outside of a graveyard again?” Lacey asked, appearing by his side.
Turning to look at her, Whizz saw she rested her head against the metal fence.
“What’s your excuse?” he asked, not responding to her.
“I’ve got no excuse as to why I want to be near a graveyard other than it’s the only place I see you.”
He reached out and touched her cheek.
“Then we’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
“There’s no other chance of us meeting. There’s stuff you don’t know about me, Whizz. Stuff I can’t tell you.”
“Do I look like I care?” he asked. Whizz really didn’t care. The only person he wanted to think about right now was Lacey. She was all he cared about.
“There’s going to come a point when you really will care, Whizz.” She touched his hand.
“Why do we have to make this to be something it’s not?” he asked. “I don’t want to complicate this. This is the first time in months where I’m not waiting for the nightmares to come. There’s something about you, Lacey, I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stay away from you. I don’t want to stay away from you, and I don’t think you want to stay away from me either.”
Pulling her in front of him, Whizz stared into her eyes. She was so incredibly beautiful, and yet he hadn’t seen all of her in the cold light of day. He didn’t want to do this, sneaking around to see her.
“There are things going on that even you can’t control, Whizz.”
“I know. I know there’s a reason you’re in Fort Wills, but right now, I don’t care. It’s selfish, possibly the most selfish thing that I’ve done, but I promise you, whatever reason you’re here for, I don’t want to know.” Whizz knew in his heart he was making a mistake. For the good of the club he needed to know what was happening and when. For once, he just wanted this to be about him, not the club.
He cupped her face, tilting her head back.
“Now, I’m going to kiss you and you’re going to shut up.”
Closing the gap between them, he brushed his lips along hers. The electricity was amazing. He never wanted to let her go. If there was a way to keep her all to himself, he’d love the opportunity.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
“Making memories.” Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, Whizz released the hold he had on his sanity and devoured her.
Chapter Seventeen
Lexie watched the last red light zoom off into the distance. The girls were now gone to either rehab or safe locations. Not one of them was in possession of a phone or any way to get in contact with Gonzalez. She was scared for them and for the club.
“What did you do?” she asked, turning to look at her husband.
Devil had removed his leather jacket and jewelry. The only piece of metal on his person was his gold wedding ring that she’d given him and ordered him to wear.
“I didn’t do anything, and I’ve not done anything.”
“You killed someone. What if Gonzalez finds out?” She wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore. Her children were once again on lockdown. That very morning she’d had a gun pointed at her head as she was held against her will. She had to watch Devil fight the urge to kill the bastard because of her.
“He’s not going to find a body. No one will ever find that f**king pimp again. We cleared out the apartment buildings. The only people there were whores, Lexie.” Devil stood behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I know you hate hearing about it, but this place and those apartments had changed since you were last there.”
“All of the people gone.”
“Yeah. Gonzalez has turned it into a vessel for all the girls he buys. He sticks them in there and put them to work. You saw some of them, Lex. They were not even legal.”
She closed her eyes as she recalled the lost innocence staring back at her. One girl was fifteen, and she was wearing a school uniform, only this girl had no intention of going to school.
“I hate this.”
“When I saw those girls, I saw Elizabeth. If I don’t take matters into my own hands, Gonzalez is going to have all the control. He’s going to kill us and take what he wants for scraps.”
She placed a hand to her head. “Please, enough.”
“I know what you’re going through. This is exactly what I’ve been dealing with, baby. There’s nothing we can do with what’s going on. Gonzalez has all the cards, and I’m going to take them away one by f**king one.”
Lexie turned in his arms and placed her palms against his chest. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not going to get myself killed.” She felt his hand on her stomach. “I’ve got to stay alive to see this little scrap come into the world.”
She smiled, resting her head against his chest. His large arms banded around her, keeping her strong. “The thought of anything happening to you makes me sick to my stomach.”
Devil kissed the top of her head, not saying anything.
“What’s your plan?” she asked, when the silence suddenly became unbearable.
“Do you really want to know our plan?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He took her hand and walked her through the main clubhouse toward the back. Devil closed the office door, flicking the lock into place. He released her hand and moved toward his desk.
Tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, she stared at him, waiting.
“I can’t tell you exactly what I’m going to do, but I can tell you that I’m going to set some plans in motion that will lead up to us leaving.”
“Are there going to be more people killed?”