Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“About you taking over as president?”
“Yeah.”
“I know. Is that why you’re acting out?” Whizz didn’t remove his gaze from his woman. She looked so sad, and he hated the fact he was the cause.
“I’m not acting out.”
“The Lash I know wouldn’t have said that shit to a sweet-butt, especially not in front of his woman.”
“She was running her mouth off about my woman.”
Whizz shrugged. “I’ve seen you warn other women but never be crude in front of Angel. You’ve been acting out trying to prove to Tiny you’re not the right choice to take over as president.”
“And you think I am?”
“I think you’re a better leader than you realize when you put your mind to it. Stop acting out and being an ass. Be a leader. Be what the club is going to need you to be.” Whizz watched as Lacey reached out to touch the gate.
“What about her?” Lash asked.
For once Whizz glanced at his friend. “What?”
“The club doesn’t like her being there. She should have died with all of them.”
Whizz stood tall, facing Lash. He didn’t care how violent Lash could get. Whizz wasn’t afraid of Lash or Killer, their enforcers.
“She’s mine.”
“She’s not a Skull and will never be a Skull.”
“If I claim her and she’s mine, that will make her a Skull. I’ve been through shit for this club. You want to start telling me what I can and can’t have?” Whizz wasn’t in the mood for the club to be down on what he wanted out of life. He’d done shit for The Skulls and showed his loyalty to all of them. There was no way he’d have anyone telling him who he wanted in his life. There was no way for him to claim her yet with all the shit up in the air. Both of them needed time.
“You’re going to claim her?”
“I don’t know, but you better get this through your thick fucking skull, if I do, no one will put a hand on her.” He backed away to step closer to Lacey. Her shoulders were shaking from her tears. This was her moment, and he hated witnessing her pain.
****
Lacey heard him arguing for her. Why couldn’t he be an asshole? Whizz was too nice, too considerate of her. She couldn’t just walk away from him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, whispering the words out to the air. She had to believe Dalton was in a better place. He deserved a hell of a lot more than her.
She gripped the gate hard, trying to hurt herself as the pain of what she saw was too much.
Whizz’s hands landed on her waist. “I’m here.”
“You shouldn’t be fighting for me. I’m not part of the club. Lash is right. Everyone hates what I represent. You need to get rid of me.”
One of his hands left her waist to pull the hair off her neck. “You need to stop talking about what you think needs to happen, baby. I’m not going to let you go, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
“This is wrong, Whizz.”
“No, it’s right.”
“I should be there.” She rested her head on the gate. The cold was refreshing against her forehead. “I was supposed to die with them. I’m not supposed to be alive.”
Tears filled her eyes making her vision blurry. She didn’t brush the tears away letting them fall freely down her cheeks.
“You’re alive because you needed to see me.”
“It was wrong. There’s so many mistakes I made.”
He let her go to grip the gate outside of her hands. She stared at his darker hands with the scars from the nails being pushed through them by that monster who had taken him. Whizz had been through so much, and he deserved a woman who was delicate, who didn’t come with baggage. Not only did she come with personal baggage, she came from a club who only symbolized betrayal to his club.
“Did you want to die?”
“I wanted to leave with them. We were going to leave to find a place to settle down. There were so many plans. I hoped to see Dalton fall in love. For so long he’d been looking after me, taking care of me. I couldn’t love him the way he wanted.”
“He loved you?”
“Yes. I was a selfish bitch. He loved me, and I couldn’t bring myself to love him.” The tears were falling thick and fast. “To me, he was my brother. Nothing else.”
“You need to stop worrying about what he thinks, Lacey. He’s gone, and he’s not coming back.”
A sob broke free at the harsh reality of his words.
“Please, don’t say that.”
Dalton’s gone. He’s never going to find love or know what love feels like. You’re selfish and should have died.
“You’ve asked me to show you this house. In a few months it’ll be cleared away, and either another house, a set of apartments, or a business will take its place.”