The door opened, and there stood his woman. She looked beautiful even with the blue hair dye washing out of her hair.
“Lash stopped me on the way here with this key. He told me to use it wisely.” She held the key up for him to see. “Do you know anything about that?”
“It’s a compromise,” Whizz said, showing her his chained hand. “I’m not going anywhere, but this gives you enough time to wake up and calm me down. It’s what you wanted, right?”
She closed the door, moving toward the bed.
Lacey unbound his wrist, smiling. The bruises were painful to see, but Whizz would do everything in his power to be with her.
“I love you, Lacey.”
“I love you, too, Whizz.” She closed the distance between them. “Do you think we can fuck before dinner?”
He dragged her onto the bed. “If you’re good enough we can both get some pleasure.”
Whizz claimed her lips, moaning as she responded to him.
Their life wasn’t perfect, far from it. Neither of them had a bright past. Both of them were broken, shattered by the events in their life, but together, they were whole. There was no one else Whizz needed, and he’d spend the rest of his life basking in his newfound hold on life, and his woman.
Christmas Eve at the Skulls
Alex cheered as Whizz and Lacey kissed. The couple had gotten married on Christmas Eve within the club. He needed to get back home to see Sunshine. Butch and Cheryl had also gotten married, but they’d gotten married a couple of weeks before. Alex had given her away even though he didn’t want to, yet he’d done it because Michael asked him to. What a lot of The Skulls didn’t realize was Cheryl’s ability to manipulate any situation. Ned Walker was also in residence for the seasonal event.
Climbing into his car, Alex took his time to make his way home. Before heading over to the clubhouse he’d done the unthinkable and kissed Sunshine. He’d not given her any explanation as to why he did what he did. He just kissed her, claiming her plump, dark lips for his own.
She probably deserved more of an explanation rather than for him to kiss her.
After he talked with Sunshine he’d go back to the clubhouse to spend Christmas day with them all. Tiny and Eva were throwing all caution to the wind as they delved into the festive season. All the women had been baking for the last two weeks, to hand things out at the church along with the town center. They were making sure the town of Fort Wills was aware of them being sorry and back in control.
Parking his car, Alex saw the sitting room was aglow with light.
Entering the house, he shouted out Sunshine’s name. He entered the house, and paused when he saw Sunshine lying on her stomach. Blood pooled around her stomach, and tears were falling from her eyes.
“Sunshine,” he said, going to his knees in front of her. He pulled out his cell phone about to dial for an ambulance when the phone was slammed out of his hand. Someone punched him across the face making him fall away from Sunshine. She was still breathing but barely.
“You really thought you could hide from us, fucker?” Alex didn’t recognize the voice as a kick landed to his gut.
He rolled away, trying to get to his feet.
Suddenly, he was left alone as footsteps entered the room.
Alex looked up at Preston Cooper.
“Hello, Alexander.” Preston crouched down until he was close to Alex. “It has been a long time. A very long time.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Alex asked, staring at his past.
Preston smiled. “Imagine my surprise when I heard you’d moved on from the casino to Fort Wills, Alex. We were friends. You owe me, and I’ve come to collect.”
“I told you it was an accident what happened to your sister—”
The other man gripped his jaw, hard. “I don’t want to hear it, Alex. A life for a fucking life. You promised me the life of the man who killed my sister. Imagine my surprise at discovering that very man was you?”
So many mistakes were catching up to him. “How did you find out?”
“You were gone from the city. Cops like to talk when you’re gone. You should learn that.”
Preston shook his fingers at the man behind him. “Give me the gun.”
Alex knelt on the floor as he stared at his past. The past that he’d long forgotten about with Tiny and The Skulls at his back. He should have known Preston would come for him. What had happened with Preston’s sister, Elizabeth, wasn’t his fault, but he had to pay the price.
“You won’t get away with this,” Alex said.
The gun went off, and pain exploded in Alex’s abdomen. It wasn’t an instant killer shot, but in time, he’d lose too much blood.
“I think it’s only fair you get to watch your woman die, Alex. You can’t do anything to protect her just like I couldn’t.”
Seconds later Preston and his crew left his home. Alex crawled across the floor, smearing blood in his wake to try to get to Sunshine. She was shaking, and he was losing too much blood. He could barely move, and he grabbed his cell phone.
Alex put a call through to Tiny.
There was no answer. After the third call, Alex started to give up hope. When he phoned the emergency, Alex had lost all focus. He was bleeding faster than ever before.
“I’m sorry,” he said, talking to Sunshine.
He’d really thought he could run away from his past. With everything going on around them, he should have known there was no running away from the past. Sooner or later, it was going to catch up to you.