Dalton’s face flashed through her mind. She was never going to get away from him.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Chapter Three
Whizz rested his head against the door. He didn’t know why he kissed her or why he walked away from her. Her lips were too fucking tempting to ignore. She was driving him insane, and they barely knew each other. Everything they knew about each other was stuff they’d discovered through searching files. Whizz doubted she knew anything about him that would surprise him.
“What are you doing?” Killer asked.
Turning around, he saw his friend standing with his son on his hip. Killer held a baby bottle in his hand. The sight of Killer holding a baby was strange to Whizz. He’d watched him kill other men with his bare hands. The way Killer held his son showed the love and care he took.
“Nothing.” Whizz stepped away from the door. “Where’s Kelsey?”
“She’s not feeling well. From the smell, she’s got some kind of bug. I’m taking Markus for the night, letting her rest. She’s back in the room.” Killer started walking. Markus fisted his hands and started flailing them, making gurgling sounds. Whizz couldn’t help but smile. The little guy was so charming and full of beans.
“Can I hold him?”
“Sure.” Killer handed Markus over.
Together they walked downstairs toward the main clubhouse. A couple of the sweet-butts were on the table, dancing for the men. He wasn’t interested in the women and headed toward the pool room. Hardy was sitting in the corner drinking a beer. Lash and Nash were playing pool while Steven stared at the game on television.
“Thank you for coming forward for Lacey,” Whizz said, taking a seat.
“Hey, no babies allowed,” Steven said.
In response Markus just gurgled some more, looking totally adorable.
“Whatever.”
“Kids have got us wrapped around their little fingers,” Lash said, sipping his beer.
“Stop all the talk of fucking kids.” Hardy stood, looking angry.
“Still no sign of the ice breaking from Rose?” Steven asked.
“Do you all know my business?”
During the Gonzalez problem, the news of Hardy’s past affair had come to light when Rose refused to keep it quiet. The couple was holding on by a thread, but the cracks in the couple’s relationship were blatantly on show. Rose wouldn’t back down any longer.
“The whole club knows what happened, Hardy. We all know what happened,” Lash said, pointing at all of them. “So do the women.”
Hardy ran fingers through his thick hair. He no longer looked like the confident man that Whizz recalled. This man looked like he was about to lose everything. He’d put all of his chips on the one number, only the ball had passed that number one too many times to come back around.
“I’m trying. I’m always fucking trying to help her, but I can’t make her forgive me.”
“Why fuck another woman?” Whizz asked, looking from Markus up to Hardy. When he’d heard the news of what happened over ten years ago, he’d been shocked. Rose was a beauty, and any man would be crazy to cheat on her ass.
“I was young. I don’t know. Shit was different back then.”
“Rose is one hot woman. She’s completely in love with you. I can’t even imagine what she was like before you hurt her.” Whizz had only known Rose the past few years. She’d always been completely devoted to Hardy.
“She’s changed a lot since then. Ten years ago, she was sweet, charming, and I changed her.” He shook his head. “I’m calling it a night.”
“Where is Rose?” Nash asked.
“She’s in bed.”
“You do know you can’t get rid of her if you divorce her,” Lash said.
“What?”
“Rose is a big part of the club. If she decides to divorce you, Tiny’s not going to let her out in the world on her own. She’ll be part of the club, and if she finds another man, you’ll have to deal with that.”
“She’s not a member.”
Lash shrugged. “I back Tiny with what he says. Rose is family. She’s part of the club as much as you. She decides to divorce you we won’t kick her out. Tiny has already put his foot down. You’re not getting away from her.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Hardy said, heading out of the room.
“Why?” Killer asked.
Hardy looked back. “Because I will kill any man who thinks they can take my woman from me. Rose is mine, she’ll always be mine, and I’m not going to back down without a fight.”
He left the room.
“Do you really think she’ll divorce him?” Nash asked. He was drinking water. None of the men wanted Nash drinking anything alcoholic. He was an ex-addict, and as such, he was ordered to stay clear of the stuff.
“I don’t know. If someone was to tell me that Rose would even be considering it, I’d have laughed. It just goes to show we don’t really know the couples in the club.”
“It has been ten years. Surely, she must be over it,” Nash said, taking his shot on the pool table.
“If Zero fucked Sophia when he thought he was in love with her, would you have gotten over it?” Steven asked, speaking up.
In response Nash looked ready to commit murder.
Steven laughed. “It’s probably a good job Zero’s completely in love with Prue.”
“Someone called my name.” Prue entered the room with Zero trailing behind her. The couple rarely separated. Prue had taken to the club life better than most.
Markus started to cry on Whizz’s knee.
“He’s getting ready for his feed.” Killer took his son, resting him in his arms to start feeding him.
“I still can’t get over the fact you’re a father.”
“Kelsey and I had a rough start, but we’re getting there.”
Killer had fallen in love with Kelsey, who had been a dental nurse when they met. Kelsey had kept the fact she was married hidden from him, and it had strained their budding relationship. It didn’t help that her then-husband, Michael Granito, had arrived. The ensuing problems had Kelsey nearly killing herself, and the club being put in danger. Fortunately, Killer and Kelsey were now married and totally in love.
“You’re a lucky man,” Whizz said, watching the baby. Lacey couldn’t have this. She was like Rose in that regard. Only the two women had very different reasons for not being able to conceive.
Prue took a seat beside Killer. “He’s so adorable.”
Zero picked up a pool stick, getting ready to join in with Lash and Nash. It wouldn’t be long before Prue joined in, playing against the brothers at Zero’s side. She was a damn good pool player, and pretty decent at cards.
“We’ll have one soon enough,” Zero said. He rested his chin on his hands.
She stroked Markus’s head. “You’re going to be a heartbreaker. God, with the way you’re all breeding we’re going to be overrun with the next generation of Skulls. Can you see Anthony and Miles? They’re going to be big boys.”
Anthony was Lash’s son while Miles was Tiny’s.
Whizz smiled thinking about all the babies coming around. The family events were exactly that, full of family.
“Angel wants to meet Lacey. I’ve told her no. You’ve got to get your woman under control before I let Angel near her.”
“If any woman needs to be under control it’s Tate. She’s pissing me off, and I don’t give a shit about her hormones,” Prue said, biting back at Lash.
“I’m not in control of her. Talk to Murphy. Whizz’s woman kneed him in the balls today and tried to run off,” Lash said, point his stick at Whizz. “I’m not risking Angel’s life with her.”
“Lacey won’t hurt her.” He recalled what Lacey said about Angel being an innocent. She wouldn’t hurt Angel but would probably slap Tate a couple of times. “I said some awful things to her.” He deserved being kneed in the balls. Hearing her talk about Dalton had pissed him off. He’d gotten jealous over a dead man, and he didn’t like it.
“Why do you have her around?” Zero said. “Butch is back to being a prospect, and he’s in the hospital dealing with his wounds. They almost killed us. Devil and Tiny aren’t talking. The only connection we’ve got to the Chaos Bleeds crew is through Eva, and she’s not talking.”
“We’re better off without them,” Nash said, speaking up.
It had been months, maybe even years, since he had sat talking with his brothers. For a long time Whizz stayed in his room out of the way from the club, only coming out when they needed him to be present.
“I don’t know. I liked them.” Steven moved closer to start talking.
“They had no rules.” Nash argued back.
“I’m not going to fight with you. I happened to like Pussy, Devil, all of the men. I for one am going to miss their visits.” Steven shrugged. “Shit happens. It’s one thing Gonzalez wins on.”
“What do you mean?” Whizz asked, looking up at Steven.
“Tiny and Devil were torn apart. We were two clubs that banded together. We’re no longer banded together. There’s just us and Chaos Bleeds. Simon’s going to grow up, and if he decides against leaving us alone, there could be problems there. It’s just something to consider.” Steven shook his empty beer bottle. “I’m going to get another.”