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)
All of the men agreed.
“Whizz, get your ass on the computer. Find everything associated with Jeff, before today, and even before Gash was sent to prison. I want to know everything about this bastard, where he went to school, his parents, even when he took a shit. The same goes for Rebecca. I want any possible lead that will show who Master is.”
“I’ll put a call through to speak to Brianna and Jessica. Both women were captured by Master. I might get some details, maybe even work out some facial recognition or some shit,” Whizz said.
“Do that. I want us all watching our backs and the club.” Lash slammed his hand down on the table. “Dismissed.”
Gash left the church room before anyone else, and went to Charlotte. He tugged her in his arms and slammed his lips against hers. The guys at the club whistled and hollered, and he didn’t give a fuck. Cupping her cheek, he sank his fingers into her hair, holding her close. She opened up, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. Charlotte was his compensation for dealing with this Master shit.
Finally, she pulled away, her eyes closed. He watched her lick her lips, and his cock thickened, imagining her lips around his dick.
When she opened her eyes, she glanced around the room. “Everyone is watching us.”
“I don’t care.” Taking hold of her hand, he turned to the guys, lifting their hands for everyone to see. “Charlotte, she’s my old lady, my woman. I’ll be putting a ring on her finger soon enough.”
“Gash?” She tried to push their hands down, but he wasn’t having that.
“No need to be embarrassed.”
For the next five minutes they were surrounded by the club who congratulated them. Angel rushed toward them, pulling Charlotte in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you happy.”
He held Charlotte against him as Angel hugged them. After he accepted the club’s support, he bent down, pushing his shoulder against Charlotte’s stomach. She let out a little squeal as he started to carry her up toward his room.
“Put me down. I can walk.” She hit his ass, and he slapped hers for good measure.
She screamed again. “You did not just slap my ass.”
He slapped it again. “I’m not afraid to give you what you need, baby.” Another slap, and she sank her teeth into the denim of his jeans, which protected him from her bite. Gash chuckled, providing her with another slap.
Opening his bedroom door, he kicked it closed, and dropped Charlotte to the bed. He made sure her teeth were no longer sunk into his ass cheek. Capturing her hands, he pressed them beside her head.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked.
“What?”
“You just made a commitment with me in front of the entire club. Doesn’t that bother you?” she asked.
“I should have made that commitment seven years ago. I’m the asshole that waited, fucking Rebecca rather than taking you. I wanted you, and if I’d acted on my feelings, this might not have happened.” Dropping down, he took possession of her lips, and sighed. “Do you forgive me?” he asked.
“I’ve told you, Gash. There’s nothing to forgive you for.”
“There is. I love you, Charlotte, and I wasn’t there for you.”
“Don’t. It’s over now, and you didn’t know. Jeff and Rebecca are gone. You didn’t get your revenge though. Can you handle that?”
“I’ve got no fucking choice. It’s just part of the long list of what Master has taken from me. It’s like he knows what I’ll do next, always one step ahead. Jeff and Rebecca, they had it easy. He gave them an easy death.”
“How? They died brutally.”
Gash laughed. “You think that was brutal? Whizz had given me some surgical tools, Charlotte. I was going to tear them apart, piece by piece, and make sure they were alive while I did it. I planned to spend a great deal of time hurting them, making them beg for death long before I gave it. Master took that away, and he made sure they had it easy.” The darkness inside him hadn’t been appeased. Years spent in prison, he’d dreamed of the moment when he’d torture Jeff, and then Rebecca. His first plan had been to kill them both. Charlotte, she’d only been part of the plan since he first met her. All of his planning had gone to waste.
“We’ll find him together. We’re together, and whoever Master is, we’ll deal with him like we should have done back then, together, as one.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he ground his dick against her, loving the feel of her.
“Together.” He took possession of her lips, letting go of her hands to grip her shirt. Gash stood and tore her shirt off. Charlotte got to her feet, and he tugged his own shirt off his body.