Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“We’re seeing her on Friday.”
It was now Wednesday.
“I’m going to hold off until next week.” The longer he put it off, the angrier Gash became. Whizz wanted to give him the information. Going to his filing cabinet, he opened up the security lock and pulled out Charlotte’s file. It had been nearly seven years ago since Gash was first sent to prison. He looked at the picture of Charlotte before she went into a psych ward, and then the picture when she came out. She wasn’t the same person. The person that was now staring back at him, taken from her driving license, couldn’t handle Gash, not an angry one.
Lacey climbed off the bed, making her way toward him. “What are you thinking, Whizz? Talk to me.”
“I can’t condemn this woman. Gash is off the rails, and she can’t handle him. He’s like a fucking freight train, and she’s a puppy.”
She took the file from him, and started to read it out. “She’s twenty-eight years old, and seven years ago she was admitted after trying to kill herself.” Lacey went silent as she read on but didn’t read aloud. “She was pregnant?”
“It’s what her file says.”
“I wonder who the father is,” Lacey said.
“I don’t know. She’s never spoken about it, according to her psych notes,” Whizz said.
Lacey closed the file. “Have I ever told you how scary you are with everything you can find out?”
“It’s the internet, babe. Everyone does the internet, and it’s the best way to get what I want.” He opened his arms, and Lacey walked right into them.
Chapter Six
“How was your ride?” Rose asked Hardy as he walked into their home. She was surprised to see Steven following behind him.
“Strange,” he said, coming to her side.
She paused as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her lips. He used to do that action so many times. She’d missed it. Rose missed how natural he was with her in the way he touched her. She’d put a stop to that, and it was a stop she deeply regretted.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“Great. I shopped a little.”
“Did you buy anything?”
“Not much.” She’d not really had the heart to buy anything after her talk with Sandy. It was still hard for her to admit that she was wrong, especially when it came to Hardy. Biting her lip, she pulled away from him, going to the fridge. “I’m making dinner. Are you staying to eat?”
“Yes.”
Hardy took a seat at the table, and Steven also took a seat.
Fighter came to the door. “Can I head out?”
“Yes,” Hardy said. “I’ve got it from here.”
She grabbed everything out of the fridge to make meatballs while Steven and Hardy talked.
“What do you think that apartment was all about?” Steven asked.
“I don’t know. Gash is a ticking bomb, and any moment he’s going to blow. I don’t want to be around for when that happens.”
“What’s going on?” Rose asked.
Hardy was the one who spoke up first. “Gash went out for a ride. You were shopping, and I figured I’d tag along. Steven came, too. He took us a couple of hours out of Fort Wills to another town on the outskirts of the city.”
“That’s not hard to do. Everywhere has small towns with apartment buildings.”
“This place had shit, literally shit, in the building on the floors and walls. It was fucking disgusting,” Steven said, shuddering.
She stared down at her meatball mix wondering if she should continue on.
“It was bad, Rose. Anyway, Gash wasn’t just there for the view or whatnot. He took us to an apartment. The apartment where he allegedly committed the rape and murder.”
“I never believed Gash was capable of raping a woman. Murder, yes, you’re all capable of that. He had too many women hanging around him to care about taking something that didn’t belong to him,” she said. She’d known Gash for a little time before he was locked up. He’d always been nice, a partier but nice.
“Tell me about it. Fucking insane. I remember when the cops came to take him on the bogus charge. The whole club was in uproar,” Hardy said, retelling Steven with how Gash was taken, forced into the back of a police car. “Tiny was so pissed. The whole club was. None of us had ever gone down for rape. Tiny wouldn’t accept shit like that. He’d kill any bastard who forced a woman.”
“I know. Tiny’s got strict rules for his men,” Steven said.
“It’s what set him apart from other MC leaders. Devil’s another one who won’t accept cruel men in his club.” Hardy explained everything.
“I’ve always thought it was wrong of them to sentence Gash. He’s not the kind of man to hurt a woman.”
Both men grew silent. Rose finished making up the meatballs, placing them back in the fridge to cool while she made the sauce. Angel had given her this recipe, and she loved making it.