Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Gash shook his hand, and opened the door, waiting for Charlotte to get inside.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” Whizz said. “If anything’s out of place, leave. Don’t get yourself killed because of possible bad information. I can only find out so much.”
“I will. I won’t let anything happen to her.”
They shook hands again, and Gash walked around to the driver’s side. He gave the gang a final wave, and started up the car.
“I packed us up some food so we don’t have to make a stop.”
“We’ll drive toward this hotel,” Gash said, pulling out a slip of paper. “I’ve already called ahead, and booked us both a room. We’ll rest there, and then tomorrow morning, we’ll take care of business.”
“Do you have weapons?”
“Yes. This is Whizz’s car, and he keeps them locked up in an inbuilt safe so no damage will come to them.”
“Have I upset you?” Charlotte asked.
Frowning, he turned to her. “What?”
“You seem a little distant, and I was wondering if the reality of what has happened has dawned on you.”
Gash shook his head. “No. I’m not upset about what I’m about to get you to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look, killing someone, it takes its toll on a person.”
“Rebecca and Jeff, I don’t care what their names are now. They deserve to die. Do you think I’m a bad person because I don’t care?”
He glanced over at her, and saw that there was absolutely no expression on her face. She looked like they were talking about the weather rather than killing someone.
“How many people have you killed?” she asked.
“I don’t keep count. With The Skulls, you learn to move on and forget about the shit that you do.”
“When I first met you, I knew you were dangerous. Once I saw your leather jacket, I researched The Skulls. The club has a mixed bag for a reputation. You’re dangerous and yet you fight to keep Fort Wills clean.”
“It’s our town. Tiny made sure all the bad shit stayed out.” He’d been away when more trouble hit the club. The moment he got out, he’d promised Tiny he would wait to get his revenge until the club was in a better situation. “Does that bother you?” he asked.
“No.”
“Seriously?” he asked.
“There’s not a lot I can do about it. I take it you’ve never taken the life of an innocent before?” Charlotte asked.
“I can’t guarantee anything.”
“I attacked several male and female nurses while I was away in hospital,” she said. “I hated how they kept me safe. It sucked.”
Gash gripped the steering wheel. He didn’t like how easily it came to her to talk about the fact she tried to end her own life. “How long has it been since you tried to end it?” He snapped the words out, and he looked toward her.
“It has been years, Gash. I’ve not tried for about two years. I decided to start living, not that you can call working and eating, really living.”
“Does your doctor still talk to you?”
“Sometimes. He’s always had a lot of patients.”
“Did he pay careful attention to you?”
“No. Not at all.” She reached out and took his hand. “I’m not going to blow or do something crazy. I had the therapy, and even though at times it’s tough, I’m not going to do anything drastic. I’m good.”
He held her hand as they drove forward. The long road out of Fort Wills was somewhat abandoned. There were a few houses dotted across the land, and plenty of farmland.
Tapping the steering wheel, he started to whistle. Relaxed and happy, Gash held onto Charlotte like a lifeline.
Within seconds, memories of the past started to flash through his mind.
“What can I help you with?” Rebecca asked.
“Well, baby, I’m here to see a slut about a guy,” Gash said, taking a swig of his beer. This woman in front of him was just begging to be fucked. He saw the way she licked her bottom lip and the way she arched toward him. Her tits were practically exploding out of her shirt.
He shouldn’t trust her, and he didn’t, but he was on a mission to find his brother. Tiny had told him that he needed to locate Andrew. Gash hadn’t given the fucker much of a thought, but if the club needed to know where he was, then he’d find him.
Most of the time in the past Andrew had been easily located in dives, drugs holes, or sex clubs. He was an evil fucker. Even when they were kids, Gash had known the evil that was in his brother’s eyes.
Growing up in foster homes there had been rumors about Andrew. When they had found a place where a family wanted them both, Andrew had pretended to be the perfect son, but Gash had seen the way he commanded people. Women were scared of Andrew, and men flocked to him given how good he was at taking what he wanted.