Butch (29 page)

“You were being too fucking stubborn to join back,
Butch. You’re going to have to prove to them that you’re by their side all the
way. Stop being a baby and take what they’ve got to do with some pride. If you
didn’t want this, you should have considered that option weeks ago.”

Caressing the plain leather jacket he wore, she stared
at the man she loved with her whole heart. The feelings Butch inspired shocked
her at times. She loved him, and the very thought of losing him filled her with
dread.

“If you know Tiny, you know he didn’t have a choice in
what he did.”

“No, Tiny always has a choice. He could have voted me
in.”

“Think about what you’re saying, Butch. The Skulls is
a club that depends on each other. You’re going to learn to jump through other
hoops to get what you want. Please, I want to be your old lady and to know they
will always have your back. This is the man you are, not what you’re pretending
to be. I love you both. Hold your head high and accept the shit they’re going
to dish out.”

“I can’t lose you,” he said, tears filling his eyes.
She watched him grit his teeth.

“Then earn your patch back and know you’re part of
something bigger and better. I trust Tiny and The Skulls to keep us safe.” She released
his arm and smiled at him. “You’ll never lose me no matter what you think.” She
touched his cheek, moving up close to him. “I love you, Neal Coal.”

She used his real name. There was no need to hide his
name anymore.

He cupped her cheek, and with his other hand, he
tugged her close. “I love you, too.”

Within seconds his lips were on hers. She didn’t fight
him. Matthew was asleep in his room. All she wanted was to feel Butch’s arms
wrapped tightly around her, holding her, loving her.

Butch picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his
waist, groaning at the feel of his rock hard cock against her core.

“I’m taking you without a condom, Cheryl. I need to
feel you against me.”

“Fine.”
She only wanted Butch and would love him for the rest of her life. He
didn’t stop as he carried her upstairs to her bedroom. Once inside the small
space, he placed her on her feet.

“Tomorrow we’ll be heading for the club for lockdown.
I don’t want you to leave anything behind.”

“I won’t.” She pushed his jacket back off his shoulders
then worked at his shirt. At the same time, Butch started to remove her
clothes. It was a frenzy to get their clothes off. She didn’t care. Cheryl
craved the feel of him inside her, fucking her.

They collapsed together in the bed. Butch reached
down, gripping his cock and sliding it through her wet folds. She was soaking
wet, turned on, and needed him inside.

“Please, don’t torture me. Just fuck me, Butch. I need
you.”

He slid his cock down to her entrance. In one quick
thrust he was seated inside her to the hilt. There was nothing between them,
skin to skin.

Butch stared down into her eyes. Neither of them
moved. Her hands were laid on his arms. Their bodies pulsed in a rhythm of
their own.

“You feel so fucking good,” he said. Seconds later he
dropped his head down and took her lips.

Cheryl opened her lips for his searching tongue.
Nothing stood between them. Her body awakened underneath his.

His tongue slid inside in time with the strokes of his
cock. Butch filled her pussy completely. He gripped her hip as he slid in as
deep as he could go.

The point of pain and pleasure met sending her into an
earth-shattering climax. She didn’t want to come down from the peak. Butch
wouldn’t let her. He drove into her hard, making the headboard slam against the
wall with each thrust. Holding onto him, she didn’t need anything else other
than him.

“I love you, Cheryl. I will always love you.” He
slammed inside her one final time. His cock jerked, and she felt his seed
pulsing inside her. “I’m going to marry you, and we’re going to have so many
children you’re never going to forget about me,” he said.

“Is that a promise?” she asked, loving him all the
more.

“Yes.”

“You’ve got to make me a deal,” she said.

“What?”

“You can never leave The Skulls again. They’re in your
blood, Butch. I know
Tiny’s
pissed you off by making
you wait, but please, think about it.”

Butch let out a sigh. “Baby, I love you and I love the
club, but I’ll do what I think is best for us. You’ve got my loyalty, and so
does Matthew. I will do everything in my power to earn back the loyalty of the
club.”

Cheryl was pleased Butch saw the truth. The Skulls was
his home as much as she was. Wrapping her arms around her man, she pushed all
the bad thoughts aside and focused on the here and now. She loved Butch and
would do everything in her power to make him happy.

****

Butch stared down at his woman. She looked so
beautiful and at peace in her sleep. Putting his jacket on, he locked up the
house on his way out into the night. He needed to walk to clear his head. He
wore the leather jacket that Cheryl liked, loving the feel of it against his
skin. Alex had called him earlier to meet back at the clubhouse. He loved being
back at The Skulls, even if he wasn’t a full member yet, and knew this was
going to be his future. Before they could relax all of them needed to take care
of Gonzalez, and the only way to do that was to work together as a family like
they had with every other enemy.

Alex was waiting for him in the car.

“What’s all this about?” Butch asked.

“I’ve got to ask you for a favor,” Alex said. He
turned toward him, and Butch knew that stare.

Blowing out a breath, Butch threw his hands out.
“Fine, what is it?”

“You’ve recently been out of The Skulls. You quit the
club, and to a lot of people your loyalty is divided, or at least to a lot of
the outsiders your loyalty appears divided. Only we know that you begged to
come back to the club. Gonzalez doesn’t know that you begged to come back to
the club before he took Cheryl and Matthew.”

He frowned, staring at his friend. Even though they
had their differences they were still friends. Alex was Matthew’s father, and
Butch had served in The Skulls alongside Alex. All of their issues had been
settled.

“What I’m about to ask you is going to stay between us.”

“What is it?” Butch asked.

“The club is in danger, and so is my son. Everything
we hold dear is riding on some crazy asshole with needs. I’m going to ask you
to trust me, Butch, not because of our past together in the club but because
I’m putting the safety and trust of my son in your hands,” Alex said.

Glancing back at the clubhouse, Butch knew he wasn’t
going to like the suggestion.

“Tell me what you need,” Butch said.

“No one else will know. None of the club members know
I’m here, not even Tiny. He’s going to use your wedding to lure in the Chaos
Bleeds crew. Until then, I need you to turn to the other side,” Alex said.

“What do you mean?”

“Become a spy for us. Go to Gonzalez with a deal.
You’re the
intel
for our club and in return you get
safety for Cheryl and Matthew.”

Butch shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy. That’s
breaking loyalty, which I’m trying to earn back. You’re insane. You’re going to
turn me into a snitch? Everything we hate about the club?”

He’d never tell secrets of the club.

“Gonzalez has full control over both our clubs, Butch.
He knows when we piss, shit, and fuck.”

“I do this and something happens to you, I’m fucked. I
won’t get out alive.”

“But Cheryl and Matthew stay protected. We both have
our asses here, Butch. I’ve got no other kids. Matthew is all I’ve got, and I’m
not going to let him die because I wouldn’t do what was needed,” Alex said.

“This is dangerous.”

“How much do you love your woman, Butch? Is she worth
risking your own life and looking to turn on the club? You’re not turning your
back on the club, only looking like you are to take this fucker out.”

Butch climbed out of the car. “Stay the fuck away from
me,” Butch said, glaring at him. He stopped and turned to look at Alex. It was
a crazy assed plan, one that he didn’t like, and one that he knew was wrong.
“You want me to feed information to Gonzalez about what the clubs are doing?
Chaos Bleeds and
The
Skulls?”

“Yes, I’ll tell you what to feed him. It will be
controlled information from me,” Alex said. “He holds all of the cards. We
don’t have a chance of winning this unless we’re willing to play dirty.”

“Get Tiny to sign off on it.”

“I can’t. Tiny may be a biker, he may be tough, and
make all the bad-ass decisions, but he plays fair, always has. He won’t do it
and especially not with you needing to prove yourself to the club. This has to
be between us.”

“It’s a crazy plan.”

“One that will
work.
You’ve got to trust me, Butch.”

Butch stared at the ground, knowing Alex made sense.
 
“What makes you think I can do this?”

“You’ve got a past with each other. There is no one
else who can do this, Butch.
Only you.
Gonzalez needs
to believe that you want to take down The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds. No one knows
the truth that you begged to come back. Gonzalez believed you had to be
blackmailed to come back to the club. It would be the only way we’d protect
your woman. For once, we’ve got the upper hand.”

Butch listened to what Alex had to say. It was risky.
The riskiest job he’d ever undertaken. For The Skulls, he’d risk everything to
keep them safe. “It’s fucking insane, but I’ll do it, but no one is to know and
when it’s all over, you will let everyone know what I did.”

“When Gonzalez is dead, then I’ll tell the club what
we did. Until then, you’ve got to get into his fold.”

Gritting his teeth, Butch knew he was going to end up
a dead man. There was no other way to protect his woman and kid. Matthew was
his kid as much as he was Alex’s. The good thing about being a Skull, he knew
when to act and when not to.

“I’ll get inside, but it’s going to take time. I don’t
need you breathing down my neck questioning my every move.”

“You’ve got it.”

Glancing around the back of the club to make sure no
one was there, Butch shook hands with Alex. “You make sure she’s protected as
much as your son.”

“I will.” Alex climbed out of the car and walked away,
heading down the street. Butch hated what he’d just done, but he knew it was
for the best. He got about a mile away from the clubhouse when he knew someone
was following him. Spinning around, he grabbed the person around the neck and
thrust him up against the wall.

“Who the
fuck are
you?” he
asked, growling against the man’s neck.

“Long time no see, Neal.”

Butch frowned, looking into a pair of green eyes. He
didn’t recognize them.

“Don’t recognize me?” the man asked.

He didn’t answer.

“It’s Danny. I was Wayne’s boy twenty years ago.”

Freezing inside, Butch stared at the son of one of the
members of the Savage Brothers MC. Stepping back, Butch felt like he’d seen a
ghost. “You’re supposed to be fucking dead.”

“Yeah?
So are you. I guess you’re not the only one
Becca
saved.”

Staring at his past, Butch knew he would help the man
in front of him. He noticed the man’s jacket, and memories of his father
playing with him filled his mind. Danny was wearing a Savage Brothers jacket
with the symbol that Butch had thought was dead.

“What do you need?” Butch asked.

“We need Gonzalez.”

For the next hour, Butch agreed to help Danny any way
he knew how. When it was over, he walked home, locked the doors behind him.
Once he stripped out of his clothes and checked on Matthew, he climbed into bed
beside Cheryl.

“Where have you been?” she asked.

“Out.
Don’t worry about it. Go to sleep.”

He kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her. Betraying
his club was not something Butch looked forward to doing. The Skulls were his
life, but he was born to the Savage Brothers. Both of them deserved revenge on
Gonzalez. Maybe he could work it so that all three clubs got a chance to take
out the bastard. Who did he owe his loyalty to?
The Skulls or
the Savage Brothers?
Closing his eyes, he refused to think about it. He
kept his arms wrapped around Cheryl. She was the best thing to come to him. He
couldn’t wait until she was his completely with a ring on her finger. Everything
else could wait for him to worry about. He couldn’t turn his back on Tiny and
The Skulls.

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