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)
“He could kill an innocent woman. I could be handing her a death sentence if Gash goes off the rails.”
She smiled. “He won’t. Gash probably thinks he will as well. You don’t know him. He’s not a monster. Let him play this out. You’re only going to turn his anger inward, and that could destroy the club. I like Gash, but I don’t want him as my enemy or that of the club.” Angel kissed Lash’s cheek. “I’m going back to bed.”
They watched her leave, and Whizz turned to Lash, unable to ask the questions.
“She’s my old lady, and I’m not going to hide the club from her. I never expected to take over from Tiny. I need her.”
“I have to say she’s shocked me.”
“Angel will shock everyone. She’s a lot stronger than people give her credit for. No woman needs to be a bitch in order to succeed in this world, and Angel’s going to prove to all of you that you can depend on her when you need her.”
Whizz stopped pacing and took a breath.
“Give him the weekend to cool off. Go and see this girl you’re going to adopt, and when you’re done, come back. I’ve got faith in Gash. You need to have a little faith in him as well.”
It was easier said than done. Whizz had been in a similar place a few years ago. He didn’t know if he’d have been able to hold back.
****
Hardy kept his distance over the next couple of days, helping around the house, and being there when Rose needed him. He was there when she vomited, holding back her hair so that she didn’t soil it. Years ago Hardy would have stormed out of the house if Rose started vomiting, hating everything about it. Now, he could only kick himself. This was all part of being married, of being in love, and helping each other.
You fucked up big time.
By Friday morning, he’d helped her with her vomiting, rubbing her back once again. Fighter was in the kitchen this time, so Hardy was using the skills that Baker had taught him to get breakfast together.
“How is she?” Fighter asked.
“She’s fine. The vomiting doesn’t seem to like her very much at the moment, but there’s not a lot we can do about that.” He started frying up some bacon, and Rose entered the kitchen.
“How did you sleep?” she asked, looking at Fighter.
“Great. You?”
“I’m doing fine. I’m getting tired of waking in the morning and vomiting, but I guess I asked for this.”
Hardy chuckled.
He poured her some milk, placing it in front of her.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome.”
Turning back to the stove, he removed the bacon from the skillet, and then paused. What the hell was he supposed to do now?”
“If you drain off most of the fat, you can add in the scrambled eggs,” Fighter said.
Rose chuckled. “I think it’s cute you’re in the kitchen, baby.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and he saw that she understood he was trying.
“Lacey and Whizz are off to see that kid today, right?” Rose asked.
“Yep. They leave at nine, hoping to get there by twelve.”
“What happens after that?”
“I don’t know.”
Fighter was the one answering while Hardy was cooking breakfast.
“Who is going with them?” Rose asked.
“Ink and Baker have been assigned to it.”
“Do you think they’ll bring her home today?”
“Don’t know,” Fighter said. “They’re in the process of buying a small place, and the deeds are going through. I don’t know if Whizz will even want a teenager hanging around.”
“It’s a decision for the pair of them.”
“That it is,” Hardy said, finally finished with breakfast. He served everything up on three plates, and put them on the table. “What are you doing today?” he asked.
“Me?” Rose pointed at herself, and he nodded.
“I’m going to clear out the attic, I think. I’ve been meaning to do it for some time.”
Hardy shook his head. “You’re not going in the attic. I’ll handle the attic.”
“Oh, well, can I go over to Angel’s then? I put her off because I really want to get rid of some of the crap up there.”
Hardy nodded. “I don’t see why not.” He wasn’t her keeper, and he’d get more work done if he was not worried about his woman.
“I’ll drop her off on the way to the clubhouse,” Fighter said.
“Okay.”
They ate breakfast in silence, and within half an hour, Hardy was waving goodbye to Rose and Fighter.
Stretching his arms above his head, Hardy let out a sigh. There was no point in him putting off the attic. If he didn’t do it, Rose would.
Closing the front door, he made his way up to the next landing, and pulled on the tug that opened up the attic.
He climbed up the stairs and looked around.
“Great.”
The attic was a mess with over ten years of crap up there. Whenever he’d bought something and not been able to throw it out, he’d put it up in the loft. Their garage was filled with all the equipment to fix the bike and car. He wouldn’t dump crap in there, and so he’d sent it up.