Chapter Thirteen
The drive to the clubhouse was silent. Zero stared out of the window while also holding onto Prue’s hand. Nash and Lash had stayed behind at the hospital to keep an eye on their women, not that he could blame him. When Prue was in the hospital, he’d only left at Tiny’s orders.
“How is life treating you?” Tiny asked, talking to Devil.
“Can’t complain. Club life is amazing. I’ve got a good woman even though she’s having a rough time of it with this latest pregnancy.”
He listened to Devil talk about Lexie’s rough pregnant state. Glancing at Prue’s stomach, he wondered what he would do if anything happened to her.
“Lexie is your wife?” Prue asked.
“Yeah, she’s my woman.” Devil moved, grabbing out his wallet. “Best thing that happened to me was meeting her. I still can’t believe I’ve settled down for one bitch.” He heard the fondness in Devil’s voice.
Zero recalled meeting Lexie. She was a tough nut and perfect for Devil.
“That’s my son, Simon. There is Judi. She’s my daughter, and that there is Elizabeth,” Devil said, pointing to all the people in the picture.
“How old is Lexie? She doesn’t look old enough to be Judi’s mother,” Prue asked.
Devil laughed. “Judi is my adoptive daughter. She was being used by a fucking pimp. She’s got no other family, but now she’s mine. I love her like a daughter.”
His respect for Devil went up. “Judi is a sweet girl, quiet at times but sweet. I hope she’ll come out of her shell a little. She makes me fucking proud,” Devil said.
“Oh, I see.”
“Who is staying with them?” Zero asked.
“Ripper and a few of the boys have stayed behind. They won’t let any harm come to my women.” Devil smiled, turning back to look out of the front.
They pulled into the clubhouse, and there seemed a darkness over the building. The play area was bare, and no one was lingering outside.
“Where is everyone?” he asked, climbing out of the car with difficulty.
“Sophia got attacked while we were all indoors. No one leaves without an escort, and there is a man looking over the security videos.”
They were going to ask Whizz to locate the abandoned buildings where there were no owners. Together they walked into the clubhouse. He found Chaos Bleeds sitting nursing beers as he walked in. They were not in the mood to party. He saw the serious expressions on their faces. Curse looked angry.
“How is she?” Curse asked, looking at Tiny then at Devil.
“She’s stable. Nash is staying behind,” Tiny said.
Zero wrapped his arm around Prue’s shoulders watching Tiny go to his woman. Eva was pulled to her feet and kissed with passion. “You’re not leaving the clubhouse. You stay here and don’t let the kids out, got it?”
“Got it.”
“I can’t believe you kept me in the dark,” Tate said.
Zero saw Tiny’s daughter was breaking apart. Her eyes were bloodshot. Tears streaked down her face as she stared at them. “Angel and Sophia are in the hospital. They could die, and you didn’t think it was okay to tell me?”
“This is not your club, Tate. Remember your place,” Tiny said.
Murphy was trying to console his woman.
“The club? I don’t give a fuck about the club. Two women are in the hospital because this fucker couldn’t kill someone properly—”
“Enough!” Tiny bellowed the word. Zero held onto Prue as she tensed in his arms and started to shake. “This is my fucking club, and I show you leniency because you’re my fucking daughter. Right now, you will keep your mouth shut. I don’t need to hear whatever the fuck you’ve got to say. This is not your club. You’re not in control of it. Murphy, keep her quiet, or I’ll have her barred from the club after all of this is over.” There was silence around the room. Tate kept her mouth shut, sitting down. “Meeting in ten minutes. I want you in my fucking office.”
Tiny turned away going into his office and slamming the door.
“Wow, I’m pleased you’re not like him, boss. I almost pissed myself,” Pussy said, smirking.
Devil whacked Pussy around the back of the head. “Shut the fuck up.”
The leader of Chaos Bleeds entered the office.
“Come up to the bedroom with me,” Zero said, taking her hand.
She followed him upstairs without causing a fight. He winced at the pain from his wounds. Zero had suffered far worse than the bullet holes. Together they made their way up to the privacy of his bedroom. She closed the door, helping him take the shirt off.