Whizz(The Skulls 9)(20)

Prue rolled her eyes, turning to look at Lacey. “Her man worries about her. I’m surprised he let you out to play. He’s very possessive about where you go.”

Angel shook her head. “And you wonder why Tate annoys you.”

“Hey, I’m a better option than Tate. She’s a bitch naturally. I just say it like it is. Lash is smitten. Nothing wrong with that.”

Lacey stood between the two women as they kept talking, bantering back and forth.

“Is that Gash?” Prue asked, pointing ahead of them.

Lacey followed where she was pointing, and sure enough there was Gash, leaning against the wall. Several women were surrounding him, trying to get his attention. None of the women succeeded. When he spotted them walking toward him, he moved away.

“Hey, ladies, I thought I’d catch up with you.”

“You lost at cards, didn’t you?” Angel asked, staring at the man with a smile.

“I may have played a quick game of cards with the boys and lost.”

“What did you have to pay?” Prue asked, looking suspicious.

“Did I have to pay anything?” Gash stretched, glancing at all of the women.

“Is this because of me?” Lacey asked, feeling awful that the men needed to keep an eye on her.

“Sorry, darling. This has nothing to do with you. The last thing the boys want to be doing is shopping. I lost at cards and drew the short straw to keep an eye on you girls.”

“What happened to the prospect that usually tails us?” Prue asked, glaring.

“Ink is keeping an eye on Rose. She’s finally upped and left Hardy, asking for Tiny to keep him away. Fighter is pretty much by Hardy’s side to make sure he doesn’t try to escape.

“What about Baker? What’s he doing?”

“He had to go home with Eva. We’re getting a visit from Ned and a couple of his fighters tomorrow. All the prospects are out of commission, which leaves one of us. I played a shitty game, and I get to pay the price by escorting you lovely ladies around.”

“You sound thrilled by that.” Angel turned toward her. “One of the men usually tails us when we leave Fort Wills. It’s one of the deals we all had to make. Sometimes our men will come with us, or they’ll give us some space to be ourselves. It has been a hectic couple of years. We’ve not had a choice but to have someone with us at all times.”

“It has been a sucky couple of years, and I’ve not been through most of it,” Prue said.

“Yeah, I heard,” Gash said. “Where are we going now?”

Lacey watched as Prue and Angel looked at each other then at her.

“We’re going to the lingerie store. It’ll be perfect. You can babysit while we check out some new sets.”

Gash groaned. “It just had to be my luck. There better be no teasing from you.”

Lacey chuckled at the look of horror on Gash’s face.

They started walking toward the lingerie store. Keeping her hands at her sides, Lacey followed the two women into the store, wishing she was anywhere else but there. Angel and Prue left the pushchairs in Gash’s company as they all started looking around. Gash didn’t comment. He stood with both chairs, looking in control.

“Do you think he’ll stay out of the way?” Prue asked, chuckling.

Gash cleared his throat. “I’ve been in prison for five years, ladies. Seeing underwear is still a turn-on to me. I’m no different from a teenage boy.” He whistled, working both pushchairs as if he was a natural.

“Go and take a look,” Prue said.

They split up, and Lacey started looking through the underwear on display. She saw the aisle that held the style of bras and panties that she usually wore. They were plain white and black with no design, simple. Her breasts were large, and when growing up she’d hated how uncomfortable bras could become. Dalton had the worst judgment when it came to her breasts. He was always getting the wrong size, not that she blamed him.

Looking through them, she heard Gash clear his throat. Glancing behind her, she saw Gash was leaning against the wall staring at her.

Heat filled her cheeks as he watched her. Was he turned on by looking at underwear?

“You’re going with Whizz?”

She stared into his face wishing she knew the answer to that. At least he wasn’t thinking about sex if he was talking about Whizz. “I don’t know.”

“You fucked him yet?”

An older woman in her fifties passed them, giving Gash a glare.

“Bite me, woman. I’m not asking you. Anyone would think they hadn’t been fucked by a cock. It’s how you get fucking kids.” Gash stared at the woman before she scampered away from them. “I hate it when bitches think I care what they think.” He shook his head before smiling back at her. “Well?”

“Yes, we’ve fucked.”

“Then you’re his woman. He doesn’t want to see your sweet ass in shit like that. Fuck me, I bet my own grandma wore better shit than that. If Whizz has sent you out with money, he wants you to do something different.” He moved away from the wall. Markus and Anthony were still asleep in the pushchairs, but they faced them. “Buy something sexy. Do you want Whizz?”

“I can pick out my own underwear.” This couldn’t get any more embarrassing. She didn’t even know Gash and he was giving her advice on what underwear to pick out.

“You’re looking at the shit that’s not sexy at all. You want Whizz, you want to keep him, step your game up. Pick the kind of underwear a man wants to remove with his teeth.” Gash kept staring at her, unnerving her with the intensity of his gaze.

“Why does this mean so much to you?” she asked. “You know who I am. The club I belonged to.”

“And I’ve heard about Whizz. You’ve changed him. He wants you, Lacey. If you want him, then start fighting to keep him. Once the brothers see what you mean to Whizz, they’ll back off. Besides, I didn’t realize you were a selfish bitch.”

“What? I’m not.”

“No? Then why are you taking all the credit for all the bad shit going on? Stop being selfish and see that the blame falls equally.”

He stepped back, giving her some space. Okay, Gash was a little different from all the other brothers she’d met. He didn’t blame her for all the problems happening in their life, but still, it didn’t stop her from being slightly frightened of him. The man was huge in every way possible.

She looked at the wall and thought about Whizz. He was the first man she truly wanted to keep. Dalton hadn’t been hers, and she’d not wanted him.

Reaching out, she stopped before she grabbed one of the bras. She wanted Whizz to look at her the way Lash did Angel, Zero did Prue, and Tiny did Eva. Lacey could stand there all day thinking about the looks the men shared with their women. She wanted Whizz to look at her and to know that when he got her alone, she was going to be screaming in pleasure within seconds. She wanted him to want her, not just want but to crave her. Above everything else, she wanted to feel like a woman just once in her life.

Moving away from the bland underwear she went in search of something sexy, something she wouldn’t dare wear before Whizz.

“That’s my girl,” Gash said.

Her cheeks had to be as red as Angel’s with the way Gash praised her. He didn’t take the piss, only encouraged her. His presence had nothing to do with helping her personally. Gash was clearly only helping out another brother, but his advice was oddly comforting. This was the first time she’d picked out anything beautiful to enhance her assets.

“You’ve got large tits, Lacey. Get something to show them off.”

The women who passed Gash looked disgusted by him. She saw the interest in some of the women’s eyes as well. Gash wasn’t every woman’s cup of tea, but he certainly made for an interesting shopping experience.

For the next hour she bought so many sets of bras and panties to tease and delight Whizz when she finally saw him. It was getting late, and hunger hit her hard.

“Come on,” Prue said. “I’m starving, and I can’t wait until we get home.”

They headed toward the food court and settled on the burger joint for their food. Lacey sat with Gash and the boys.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed by what you’ve bought,” he said.

“I’m not.” She tucked some hair behind her ear. She was a little embarrassed that it took a man to get her to buy something sexy.

“Do you care about Whizz?” The fun-loving man that was there when Angel and Prue were there disappeared.

“Yes.” She wasn’t going to lie. Gash scared her. Killer and Lash were supposed to be the men no one messed with. She heard both men could kill a man with their bare hands. From the look on Gash’s face, his demeanor, she knew he held a lot of secrets inside him, dangerous secrets. Five years in prison for rape and murder would do that to a man.

“Good. He’s been through a lot. I heard so have you.”

“I’ve survived.”

“The ink on your wrists isn’t a good enough indication that you’ve been surviving. It looks like you’re only just getting through.”

“I fucked up when I was younger. I’ve not tried to kill myself in over a decade.”