None of the brothers said a word, and he looked at each of them in turn. “I know it’s hard to deal with what happened. Butch’s situation is unique. None of us know how we’d act. Gonzalez fucked us up with Chaos Bleeds. Don’t let him tear apart this club.”
He turned away from the room and left. Making his way up to his bedroom, he closed the door, shutting out the world. What he spoke was the truth. The Skulls were his family. They took care of everyone and didn’t cast anyone aside. If they didn’t give Butch a chance to come back in, he was done. If they couldn’t give Butch a third chance then what hope did he have of them accepting Lacey as his woman? She’d been part of the club they destroyed. They’d never accept her into the fold, and he couldn’t live with that. Family meant everything to Whizz. The Skulls was the only family he had left.
Whizz removed his clothes, taking a long shower, loving the feel of the hot water cascading down his body. With the mention of Alan, he needed the hot water to feel clean. He picked up the soap and started to scrub at his skin. Every time he mentioned Alan or allowed the truth to enter his mind, he felt dirty. He needed to be clean. Once he was done with the shower, he climbed out, wrapping a towel around his waist. When he entered the bedroom he came to a stop when he saw Lacey standing in the center of the room. The door was wide open, and several bags were on the bed.
“Hey,” she said smiling at him.
He closed the door, leaning against the wood. Staring at her, he took in the sight of her dressed in Angel’s old maternity clothes. The sight of the clothes did nothing to quell his raging hard-on.
“Did you have fun?” he asked.
“I did.”
He’d missed her. It had been hard not to go and find her. This had been an experiment to him to give her trust. Not only had she gone shopping, she’d come back and no one was harmed, apart from his wallet. He hoped Prue had made sure she bought plenty of stuff for herself.
“What happened to your face?” she asked, dropping the bags to move toward him. She reached out to touch his face. He didn’t jerk back even though he wanted to. When her cool fingers touched his skin, he wasn’t scared or repulsed. Her touch felt right to him.
“I ran into Hardy’s fist.” He touched her arms, loving the feel of her close to him.
“Why would you do that?”
“He said some shit. I said some shit. We both said some shit, and this is what happened.” He shrugged. “Rose came, and now she’s gone.”
“Gash said Rose had left Hardy.”
“I didn’t realize how much Gash liked to talk.”
She shrugged. “He didn’t exactly talk. Prue and Angel asked why there wasn’t a prospect tailing us or something. Gash then explained there were no prospects left and he’d lost the game of cards.”
Her fingers moved down to his chest where more bruises lay.
“Does it hurt?”
“It aches a little, but it’s not that painful.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back for her to look at him. “Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah, I did. I don’t think I should go again if this is how you’re going to end up. You could seriously hurt yourself.”
“It’s not that bad. I promise.”
He dropped a kiss to her lips, wishing for more but waiting. “Show me what you got.”
“I can’t believe you gave Prue so much.” She took a step back, going back to the bed.
Whizz took a seat watching as she upended several of the bags. He saw the underwear and knew he wanted to see her in those.
By the time she finished the bed was strewn with new clothes and underwear. Sitting back, he watched the animated look on her face as she started to hold clothing up to her body.
He groaned. “You know you could get naked and show me exactly what they look like on. It’s just a suggestion.” Holding up a red thong, he eyed the fabric then her body. “Or we could skip the clothes and go straight to this.”
She snatched the thong out of his hand. He caught her wrist, tugging her down to sit on his lap.
“Your head is always in the gutter,” she said, complaining.
“Actually, my head is always thinking about your sweet pussy and how I can get inside you. I like to see you happy,” he said.
“Thank you for today. This was my first time going shopping with the girls. I like Prue and Angel. They’re nice.”
Whizz chuckled. “Wait until you’re forced to go with all of them. You’ll be in for a rude awakening then, I can tell you.”
She laughed. “I don’t know. It was nice having Gash there. He said some things that I took on board.”
He tensed. “What kind of things?”
Lacey smiled up at him. “There’s no need to be jealous. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll let you know when his words came in handy.” She struggled off his lap.
“Please, try this set on for me.” He held up the red thong with the matching lace bra. There was nothing to the set, but he really wanted to see her ink covered body inside them.
She took the items and walked back into the bathroom.
“You’re no fun,” he said, calling after her.
Lacey didn’t respond, closing the door behind her. He climbed off the bed, looking at her clothing. Whizz didn’t wait around. He tore the tags off and started to add the clothing to his wardrobe. Until he found a place for them both to stay they were camping out at the club. He didn’t mind. Whizz whistled as he worked putting her new clothes away. The silence was welcoming to him.
****
Lacey tucked some hair behind her ears, staring at her reflection in the mirror inside the bathroom. She could do this. There was nothing to it. Whizz was outside waiting for her. The lingerie she wore at Gash’s encouragement decorated her body like a second skin. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, but that no longer mattered. Whizz wasn’t that kind of man. He’d been through so much that he wasn’t that shallow. The ink that covered her body reminded her of a second life, another life that had long since disappeared.
The Savage Brothers were behind her.
Running her palms down her hair, she saw Dalton’s smiling face, staring back at her. No, she couldn’t let his image invade her thoughts, sickening her with the memories. The past was the past, and there was no way she was going to let it destroy right now. She wanted to be with Whizz, and even if she could go back and change what happened, she wouldn’t. Whizz meant more to her than the Savage Brothers, which was why the guilt was so damn bad.
“You can do this, Lacey.” She blew out a breath, holding onto the sink as she kept staring at herself. “There’s nothing to it. You’ve been naked together before. He has scars just like you.”
She wiggled on the spot, closing her eyes as another wave of doubts assailed her. Whizz was different. He would always be different for her. When they first met at the coffee shop she’d known it would be different.
“Are you alive in there?” Whizz said, calling through the door.
“Give me a moment.”
“I’ve given you twenty. If you keep making me wait longer, I’m going to get nervous. Any guy would get nervous.”
She laughed, dropping her hands away from the sink and taking a step back. He was right. Her doubts were her own. Whizz didn’t deserve this.
Nodding her head at her reflection, she gave herself a small pep talk. “You can do this. It’s just like riding a bicycle or something.” Shaking her head in laughter she made her way toward the door. The moment she opened it there wouldn’t be any backing down. “I don’t want to back down. I’m going to go ahead with this.”
“Are you talking to yourself?” he asked, calling through the door. “You know I’ll have to send you to a special home if you are.”
She shook her head, laughing at him.
Giving herself no chance to back down, she turned the handle, and opened the door. Whizz sat on the bed looking at his hands. He looked up at the door opening, or at least she thought it was the door opening. She rested her hand on the doorframe, smiling in at him.
“Hey,” she said, drawing one shoulder up.
“Hey.” His voice croaked as he looked back at her. She watched as his gaze ran down her body going to her feet then back up, lingering on the tiny panties and bra she wore. Lacey was tempted to cover her rounded stomach and thighs but tightened her hand into a fist. His gaze landed back on her face.
The arousal struck her hard at his dark gaze. Whizz stood up, tugging the shirt he wore over his head and throwing it aside. He was so tall and muscular. The very sight of his masculine stature turned her on. There wasn’t anything small about him. He was all man, and he was all hers. She was going to take Gash’s advice and make sure she kept him all for her own. She wouldn’t give him the chance to go looking elsewhere for another woman.
“You’re just going to stand there?” he asked.
Entering the room, she leaned against the nearest wall. “I thought you only wanted to see.” Her nipples were incredibly tight from arousal. Glancing down the length of his body she caught sight of his rock hard cock, thickening. It was like a balloon growing in his pants. She tried to smoother her laughter with a hand covering her mouth.