Revenge (42 page)

When it was over, he collapsed back and looked out at
the room. His brothers were fighting. Some of Gonzalez’s men that he couldn’t
reach out to were fighting back. They’d posed as locals and were now fighting.
The men with the Savage Brothers MC jackets on were also fighting. There was no
order to this battle. It was brutal.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Butch asked, turning
toward one of the Savage Brothers.

“You were supposed to tell us where he was. You
fucking lied to us. You’re no better than Gonzalez.”

Before he could do anything, the man in front of
Butch, aimed and shot him in the neck. Cheryl screamed, panicking. Butch went
down with blood pooling out of his neck. Whizz watched as Butch grabbed his
neck, trying to save himself.

Butch had betrayed them for the Savage Brothers. Why hadn’t
Whizz thought of looking to see if any of them had survived? How could Butch
have betrayed them? Whizz looked down at his shirt to see his side bleeding.

He was in pain.

This was
all his
fault. If
only he’d been on the ball, he’d have known there was no way to completely wipe
out an entire MC.

Through the pain, he saw the blue hair. Lacey was
there? Why the fuck was she here? He needed to get up and get her to safety. It
wasn’t over yet. He needed to protect his woman.

The town hall was alight, and he saw her inked body on
display. For once she wasn’t hiding in the darkness. This was the woman he’d
fucked, the same woman he couldn’t stop thinking about. She knelt down in front
of him. In her hand she held a knife. For some reason it didn’t look out of
place on her; it looked natural.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. The fighting went
on, the shouting.

Tears filled her eyes as she lifted up her wrist.
Every time he saw her with enough light, she always wore a long sleeved jacket.
Focusing on the writing up her inner arm, Whizz chuckled.

“Now, that fucking figures.” He coughed as he went for
his gun. The woman he’d been drooling over was none other than the enemy. She’d
known who he was, had sought him out whereas he’d been fucking blinded by her
beauty.

“I wanted to tell you.”

“You wanted to tell me what?” he asked. “That you
fucking used me like a whore? Was that your intention all along? Play with a
Skull and laugh while you did it?”

He was fucking hurt and not just because of the slash
against his stomach. Lacey was the first woman since his kidnapping and torture
that he’d actually wanted, and yet she was the enemy.

“I stumbled upon you, Whizz. I didn’t go out of my way
to meet you. I wanted a drink, and you were there. I couldn’t stay away from
you.” She stopped as tears fell down her cheeks.

Pulling his weapon in front of him, he aimed it at
her, wanting to cause her some kind of pain. Seeing the tears, he knew she was
also in a great deal of pain. Could he end this woman? He knew if she was part
of the Savage Brothers MC then she’d been through a shit load of pain already.

“My name is Lacey
Weatherfield
,
but I was born Lacey
Newbon
. I was part of the Savage
Brothers. I was a kid. Please,” she said, reaching out to touch his cheek.
“Don’t hate me. Everything we shared together, that was real.”

“You couldn’t warn me?”

“No, I didn’t have any other choice but to do this.
I’ve been with the Savage Brothers all my life. This is what they wanted, and
my loyalty was with them, not with you. I’m truly sorry. I never wanted it to
be like this.”

He loaded his gun ready to shoot her. There was no way
he could let her live, and yet, the very thought of never seeing her again cut
him to the core. For once, he didn’t know if he could kill an enemy of The
Skulls.

She looked sad. “You can kill me if you want.”

“Fucking bitch,” Gonzalez said, growling.

They both turned to look at the other fucker. He was
on death’s door, and he was still trying to fight. The bastard was interrupting
Whizz’s moment, and he needed to die

“Give me a second and we can finish talking,” she
said. Lacey got to her feet and straddled Gonzalez’s waist. “This is for the
Savage Brothers.” She held the tip of the blade to Gonzalez’s neck. Glancing
around the room, Whizz saw the rest of his brothers were too busy fighting the
Savage Brothers or some of Gonzalez’s men to get to Gonzalez himself. From the
quick glance, he saw the majority of The Skulls were still standing.

Whizz watched in disgust and awe as she slid the blade
in once, twice, three times and kept on going. She wasn’t with him in that
moment. She was killing the man from the past. Gonzalez wasn’t responsible for
the Savage Brothers’ demise years ago, but his son was a good second. He
dropped the gun to his side admiring Lacey’s kill. She was brutal in her work.
There was no holding back as she plunged the knife inside Gonzalez, over and
over again.

There was no way he could kill her. He wanted to kill
her. Whizz wanted to hurt her, but this wasn’t the way.

“Lacey, stop,
we’ve got to go.”
A large man Whizz had never seen before grabbed a
blood covered Lacey.

“Get off me, Dalton.”

“No, we’re going now. I don’t give a fuck what you’ve
got to say. This is fucking over. We’ve got to round shit up and get the fuck
out of here.”

He watched her being carried out of the town hall.
Fuck, what was he going to do? The one woman he really wanted had just turned
into the enemy of The Skulls.

Fuck!

When was his life ever going to make fucking sense?

****

“Butch, wake up, baby, please, you’ve got to wake up.
You can’t die,” Cheryl said, screaming his name. There was blood everywhere,
and none of The Skulls agreed to help him. Everything had gone wrong, and she
didn’t know how to make it all right. “Please, somebody, help me.”

Tiny, Devil, Alex stared down at the body refusing to
help. Why wouldn’t they help? Butch had done everything they asked.

He didn’t tell them about the Savage Brothers MC
.

“He’s dead. Leave him be,” Tiny said, spitting on the
ground. He was covered in blood, his arm holding a giant gash revealing too
much of his flesh. Gonzalez and the Savage Brothers had taken them all by surprise,
and now both crews
were having
to pay the price.

“No, he’s not dead. I can feel a pulse. Please, you’ve
got to help him.” Cheryl tried to cover the bullet wound to keep his blood from
leaving his body.

No one was helping. Sandy was passing out across the
room. The guys had brought her along in case they needed fixing up. What
remained of the Fort Wills town hall left a lot to be
desired.
Civilians were running around trying to get away from the attack that had hit the
town within days of Tiny going to war with Devil. Well, they didn’t go to war,
but they’re no longer friends. Butch had told her that it could end in war if
Devil and Tiny really wanted to fight over territory. She’d always doubted
they’d go to war seeing as Devil didn’t want Fort Wills. For the first time in
years Devil and Tiny didn’t get along. They’d all been mistaken. Gonzalez never
intended to choose between the two men. He was going to take on Fort Wills and
Piston County, killing all of them without leaving anyone behind. Cheryl saw
the glares they were shooting at her man. It was all a big mistake. They were
all staring at Butch as if he was a rat, vermin, something they couldn’t bring
themselves to touch. Didn’t they know he was helping them all?

“He’s not getting my fucking help,” Zero said,
standing up. “He’s fucking dead to me. I saw him talk to one of those bastards.
He was with the Savage Brothers. No brother helps another club behind our
backs.”

“This is what Gonzalez wanted, to tear us all apart,”
she said. Butch told her everything about what he’d done and why. Gonzalez had
to be put down. There was no way to stop what he had to do. He was betraying
his brothers, and yet he was protecting them at the same time. The Savage
Brothers was in his blood. He was helping all three clubs without even picking
one. The Skulls were his home, and the Savage Brothers had left him for dead.

Butch did what Alex told him to. He’d told her
everything, not leaving anything out. The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds were refusing
to see the truth, and now the love of her life was dying in her arms. Glancing
around the room, members of both crews were dying all around them.

She tried to think fast.

Staring at one man to the other, she tried to figure
out the fastest way to help her man.

All of them, apart from Alex, were married. Those
women were in a safe house, or at least they thought it was safe. Butch had
arranged for the women and children to be at the warehouse in the hope of
luring Gonzalez away from them. The Savage Brothers knew where they were, and
perhaps Gonzalez did as well. Deep in her heart, she knew Butch would never
allow harm to come to the women, but she hoped they doubted him enough to
believe that he would.

“If you let Butch die, every single person you hold
dear will die,” she said, letting her words sink in.

“They’re safe.”

“Are they? Have you heard from Lexie? Eva? Tate?
They’re all where Butch put them, and I know I can end their lives if his heart
stops beating.” She gritted her teeth as the blood seeped through her fingers
and the lies poured from her mouth. She hoped none of them tried to call their
women as they’d see through her lies immediately.

Cheryl was willing to do everything to save her man,
even put the lives of the clubs’ women at stake.

She would say anything to get Butch the help he needs.

“Please, he didn’t do this. He told me it was all
going to be okay.” She held onto Butch’s hand, while covering up his neck.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Gonzalez was
indeed dead. The Savage Brothers had come in, killed Gonzalez and several
civilians. She even heard some gunfire as they left the town hall. This wasn’t
supposed to happen.

“Fine,” Tiny said. “We’ll get him to the hospital.”

The words were by no means comforting, but she wasn’t
going to argue with him.

“I’ve got your back, Butch. I’m going to make sure
everything is okay.” She was going to stay by his side until all of this mess
was cleaned up. Tiny wasn’t at war with Devil, but the two were not getting
along. She’d heard Butch tell Gonzalez that Devil and Tiny were at war.

Why didn’t you take care of this?

****

Standing outside of Butch’s hospital room, Tiny was so
fucking angry. The bastard was alive, barely alive. He didn’t know what Butch
had been trying to do, but he was sure going to find out.

“None of it makes any sense,” Zero said, standing with
them. Cheryl wouldn’t let any of them in the room, probably out of fear of what
they would do. Tiny couldn’t blame her. He wanted to kill the bastard, but he
needed to find out the truth before he decided to end one of his men. Gonzalez
was dead, and the threats he posed were all dead.
 

He, Ned, Alex, and even fucking Devil had planned
today down to the last detail. Civilians in his town had died because of his
interference, and he was fucked off. This should have been clean and finished,
not like the way it went down. The Savage Brothers may have come from a fucking
MC, but they didn’t act like it. They were fucking amateurs.

“Tiny and I had Butch gathering information from
Gonzalez,” Alex said, speaking up for the crew to hear. Sasha was sobbing
against Pussy, who was badly bruised and beaten. There had been a lot of men to
fight off. Sasha had hit the deck, and Pussy had stayed in front of her,
fighting. Tiny, in between everything that happened, had seen the couple. Pussy
was holding her tightly, whispering against her head.

Lash held Angel tight to him as the woman shook in his
arms. She was a lot stronger than people gave her credit, even him.

No one knew where their women were being kept. The
club had agreed on the warehouse, but Tiny wasn’t willing to risk the safety of
his woman in case Butch had taken them elsewhere. He truly thought Butch had
taken them to the warehouse. Frowning, he wondered if they were in fact at the
warehouse. With everything that went down, he’d not even tried to contact Eva.
The only person who knew the details were Cheryl and Butch, at least if they
weren’t at the warehouse. She was keeping their location very close to her
chest. Unless there wasn’t a different location and she’d said what needed to
be said in order to get them to help with Butch. Fuck, he didn’t know what to
do anymore.

Pulling out his cell phone he dialed Eva’s number, and
it went straight to voicemail. He was pissed, scared, and he didn’t know what
to do. Every time he called her, there was no answer.

He didn’t see any reason to stop Alex from explaining
everything they had planned. Gonzalez was dead, but knowing that didn’t fill Tiny
with happiness. In fact, he was fucking angry. The Savage Brothers were alive,
and he wanted them dead. They had come into his town without his fucking
permission, and now he had blood on his hands because of them. He didn’t give a
shit about what they’d suffered years ago. There’s always a way around getting
revenge, especially in his fucking town. He’d fought off so many other clubs
intent on taking on Fort Wills, and the Savage Brothers were no different. Tiny
wanted them all dead, and Butch was going to help them. He wanted the truth,
and he wanted that truth now.