ZERO(The Skulls, 6)(32)
She watched him rub the tears from his eyes. “Now I feel like a fucking pussy.”
Prue chuckled. “You’re not a pussy. You’re not even close. We’ll do this together. You’ve got the club, and you’ve got me.” She tightened her hand around him.
If she was given the chance, she’d never let go.
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“So, let’s see,” Alan said, spreading out the pictures on the floor. Zero was back in the game, thank fuck. Hurting him was going to be fucking hard in prison. He couldn’t believe the bastard attacked a police officer and risked ruining his game. Alan would have no choice but to hurt the officer then for spoiling his fun. The Skulls had a lot more friends than they deserved.
Clicking his tongue he looked over the pictures as the three men who still served him played cards. He paid them plenty of money to remain loyal along with a couple of security guards in the hospital. It was amazing seeing what desperate men did when someone paid the right amount of money. “Angel, blonde haired bitch belongs to Lash.” Alan matched the two pictures together. The couple looked happy. “It’s a shame Lash has anything to do with Zero. It’s going to be fun watching them die.”
Next he aligned Eva with Tiny. They were going to be the hardest to kill. He didn’t want that bastard Ned Walker trying to hurt him before he was done. If he survived killing Zero, he’d finish them off for fun, maybe take out Ned while he was at it. This was fun, such a fun, delightful game to play.
He picked up Sophia’s picture. She was holding her daughter and standing next to Nash. “It’s a shame Zero felt himself in love with you, honey. Poor you. I wonder how your slut of a daughter is going to feel without a mom.”
One after the other he aligned up the picture of The Skulls with their women or left them bare. They all meant something to Zero, and that meant they all had to go.
Lockdown was going to happen. He had his sources, and it was fun being able to be overlooked. No one ever seemed to remember seeing a man with a hood sticking to the shadows. Alan couldn’t believe how easy and how much fun it was getting around Fort Wills. Then he had people who gossiped. All he needed to do was listen and he found everything he needed without any problems.
Without anyone looking for him, the town was his oyster. His obsession was Zero, that one man. The one man who nearly killed him ten years ago. The very same man who scarred up his face making him look like a fucking monster. The one man who Alan was going to hurt and then kill, slowly, making every bone shatter.
Zero was going to know what true suffering really felt like before he died.
Chapter Six
A couple days later
Zero climbed out of the car leaving Steven behind the wheel as he made his way into the hospital. In the last couple of days there hadn’t been a single sighting from Alan, and no one had turned up dead. Whizz was still checking shit out, and it was going to take some time. Locating a dead man was a lot harder than they realized. To the world, Alan was dead. No one knew where he had gone from that burning building ten years ago or where he was now. He didn’t even have a picture of the bastard to help Whizz in his search.
The club was on lockdown, the women and children forced to live within the compounds grounds. It was a tight fit, but with everyone chipping in, life was actually quite fun. Zero enjoyed waking up to the sound of all the family around him, screaming kids and all. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, of course. That was his little secret to take with him to his grave.
He went straight to Prue’s room. A doctor was talking to her about her medications. Leaning against the wall he watched her nod, tuck some hair behind her ear, and concentrate on everything the good doctor had to say.
When they were done, he passed the doctor going to her bedside. She wore a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt.
“Hey, you. I was worried you’d forget about me,” she said, smiling.
Her bags were all packed, and she was no longer hooked up to several machines. She had pulled her red hair back in a ponytail leaving some wisps of hair to fall around her face. The clothes were a little large on her, but it all worked. She looked revitalized and fresh.
“How could I forget you? You nag me enough.” He walked into the room, grabbing the bag from the bed. “Are you good to walk, or do you want me to grab a wheelchair?”
“Nah, I’m going to walk out of this hospital.” She linked her arm through his, and together they made their way toward the car. Nurses stared at him, but Zero only had eyes for the woman by his side. He was going to make sure she walked out of the hospital the way she wanted.
Alan wasn’t darkening their days here, and he wasn’t going to let the other man’s presence spoil this moment. He had Prue in his town and about to be inside his club. Zero knew once the men got to know her, they would fall for her. She was easy to like.