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)
Seconds passed, and he became aware of the blade she had pressed to his neck. He had left the blade for her to grab on purpose. It had been a week since he’d hurt her by luring her away from the Savage Brothers, to kill the whole of her club while they left her alive. Whizz had wanted Lacey and couldn’t bring himself to let her die. They were staying at the club house, and he kept a lock on the door. He was surprised she stayed within the room seeing as she could have easily destroyed the lock.
“You were having a nightmare,” she said.
He didn’t move. The hand holding the knife against his neck was steady. She wasn’t nervous about killing him. He didn’t blame her, as he’d helped Tiny take out all of her club, the Savage Brothers, while they’d also been taking care of Gonzalez. Murphy was still in the hospital because of the damage.
“I’m used to them.”
Usually he woke up soaked in sweat or with one of the club members shaking him awake. When he did finally wake, they’d take him back to their room where he’d spend the rest of the night wishing his life was different. He should have died when Alan took him. All he’d become was a burden to the club. What kind of life was he really living when he spent it like a child in another’s bed?
He moved his hands to her thighs. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him.
“Are you going to do it?” he asked.
Whizz wasn’t angry with her, even though he should be. She could have killed him at any time over the last couple of weeks, even before he’d brought her to the club. Lacey hadn’t touched him. The threat was always there, but she didn’t go any further other than pressing the blade close. The other day he’d left his gun, and when he walked into the room, he’d expected her to fire the weapon. She hadn’t. Lacey, for some reason, couldn’t kill him.
“I should. I should kill you for what you did to my club.” The tears fell down her cheeks. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and to him, she was more beautiful than ever before. The blue hair covered up her brown locks, but he didn’t care. Lacey was a beautiful woman who’d been handed shit all of her life. He’d added to that, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t let her go. It would be easier for the two of them if he just let her go, gave her some money, and sent her on her way. He couldn’t do it. Tiny had advised him to get rid of her or claim her. Whizz hadn’t claimed her as his whore or as his old lady.
The other club whores were back within the club. Everything was going back to normal apart from the fact they were redecorating the town hall. They’d held a funeral for the three men and two women who’d lost their lives because of the Savage Brothers. Their partners were now working at the club seeing as Tiny took care of everyone within the town of Fort Wills. Anyone who was not part of the club but died because of the club, he made sure they were well compensated with either money or work. They were not part of the club but worked within the compound or where Tiny could get them a job.
“Do you know what I was doing today?” he asked, running his fingers up her thighs. She wore a skirt, one of Angel’s, and he started to work the fabric up as he worked. The knife didn’t waver from his neck. He was fine with the knife. He didn’t have a death wish, nor did he hope for her to use it. At least, he didn’t think he wanted her to use it on him.
“No.” She started to frown.
“We were paying our respects to the men and women who lost their lives because of your club. Your club ruined the lives of five different families within Fort Wills. Men and women they’re never going to get back, loved ones, Lacey.”
She pressed the knife harder against his neck.
“Do it,” he said, taunting her.
Do you want to die?
“Gonzalez needed to die.”
“I don’t doubt that. He’s dead and gone.”
“And so is my club?” The knife shook against his skin, yet she didn’t cut him once.
“Why didn’t you kill me?” he asked, changing the conversation.
Her frown deepened. All he wanted to do was run his fingers between her brows.
“What?”
“You heard me. We were together a lot, Lacey. I was inside your sweet cunt, and you could have killed me. I was in heaven sliding inside you.” Her eyes changed. He watched her eyes dilate even as they were filled with tears. “You could have killed me any time, Lacey. The Savage Brothers were your club, and I wasn’t part of your world. Why didn’t you kill me?”