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)
“Fine. I’ll tell the guys you want to vote.”
“Make it the end of the week. You’ve got a lot of shit to get through. I don’t want any part in it.” Before Tiny could say anything more, he hung up. There, he’d done it. Putting a call through to Cheryl, he waited for her to answer.
“Hello, Whizz” she said, whispering.
“How’s he doing?”
“He’s going to live. Apart from that he’s not doing good. It doesn’t help that none of the club have come by to say hi. They’ve abandoned him. I know why they’re angry, but this is hard for him.”
Whizz cursed. “I’ve demanded a vote to keep him in. I can’t promise anything, but will you do me a favor?”
“Sure, I’ll do anything for Butch.”
“Talk to Alex. He’s the one you need to see to reason with Tiny.”
“Whizz?”
“You’ll do anything for Butch.”
“Yes.” He knew she was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Then talk with Alex. He’ll be the one to talk to Tiny. Butch will have to be voted back in or we’ll have to talk about it. Speak with Alex, reason with him, and I’ll be back in Fort Wills in a couple of days.”
“I will. Whizz, thank you. I know you didn’t have to do this, but I’m grateful all the same.”
“Don’t mention it.” He hung up the phone, heading into the diner.
Taking a seat opposite her he flagged down the waitress passing them. He ordered them both two strong coffees. “Have you ordered anything?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I’ve not seen anything I wanted yet.”
“I put a call through to Tiny. He believes we all handle this like a team and should be there together.”
“What do you think?”
“I think we’ll be around Tiny and Ned in a few days. He can handle the meet and greet.”
“I can’t believe we just got up and left. It seems wrong for some reason.”
They both stopped talking as their coffees were delivered.
“Let me know when you want to order,” the waitress said before walking away to deal with other customers.
He picked up his drink, taking a sip of the dark liquid. Whizz picked up another menu and started to look through.
“Is Eva’s father really that bad?”
“Tiny has to keep up relations. Imagine having the father who knows all the shit you’ve done, and then you’re screwing his daughter as well. Eva kept her identity of who she was related to under wraps for a long time.”
Lacey ran her finger down the menu. Whizz merely watched her. He liked watching her, the way she moved or looked. During all the time he looked at her, he’d never seen a smile on her face when she was deep in thought.
The time he’d spent with her he knew she was a caring person. In The Skulls, she’d thrive around the children and people. Lacey was a naturally caring person. The club, when they gave her a chance, would see how loving she could be. Angel and Prue already liked her. When she let her guard down, Lacey was a likeable person.
“Do you want to have children?” he asked.
She jerked in her seat, glancing up at him. “Why are you asking me that?”
“I know what happened. I know you can’t have any.” She turned her head off into the distance. He saw the glistening of tears in her eyes. “I don’t mean to bring up something hard. I wanted to know more about you.”
Lacey didn’t answer any of his questions. She continued to look down the list on the menu. He noticed her fingers shook a little. Whizz was a patient man. He wanted to know more about the woman he’d fallen for.
“I think the eggs benedict will be good. I’ve never had that.”
“It’s a hollandaise sauce over poached egg on an English muffin.”
“I’ll have that with some bacon. What are you going to have?”
“I’m a simple guy. I’ll just have the pancakes.” He signaled the waitress, putting through their order. Whizz wished there was something for him to say to make life a little easier for Lacey. She didn’t have anything in life to look forward to. He’d taken so much from her, and yet there was nothing to give back. Those bastards had also taken from her. When had she not had something taken from her? The Savage Brothers needed to die. They were a menace and a danger to everyone, but in getting rid of them, he’d taken from her again.
The waitress left them in silence. Lacey’s hands were locked together in front of her. She didn’t pick up her coffee or make any move to prepare her drink by adding milk or sugar.
“When it happened I didn’t think it would matter. I woke up in the hospital, and the doctor was there telling me all these things that had happened. Dalton, he was there holding my hand. I remember thinking I couldn’t have kids, who cares. I was ten years old. Kids were the last thing on my mind.” He reached out to touch her hands. She stared at his hands but didn’t pull away. “As I got older and I started to realize what was taken from me, it started to hurt. I can’t have kids. I’ll never be able to experience that pleasure or pain, carrying and then birthing a child.” She grabbed a napkin and dabbed under her eyes.