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“Are you going to do it?”he asked.

Whizz wasn’t angry with her, even thoughhe should be.She could have killed him at any time over the lastcouple of weeks, even before he’d brought her to the club.Laceyhadn’t touched him.The threat was always there, but she didn’t goany further other than pressing the blade close.The other day he’dleft his gun, and when he walked into the room, he’d expected herto fire the weapon.She hadn’t.Lacey, for some reason, couldn’tkill him.

“I should.I should kill you forwhat you did to my club.”The tears fell down her cheeks.Shewasn’t wearing any makeup, and to him, she was more beautiful than everbefore.The blue hair covered up her brown locks, but he didn’tcare.Lacey was a beautiful woman who’d been handed shit all of herlife.He’d added to that, but no matter how hard he tried, hecouldn’t let her go.It would be easier for the two of them if hejust let her go, gave her some money, and sent her on her way.Hecouldn’t do it.Tiny had advised him to get rid of her or claimher.Whizz hadn’t claimed her as his whore or as his oldlady.

The other club whores were backwithin the club.Everything was going back to normal apart from thefact they were redecorating the town hall.They’d held a funeralfor the three men and two women who’d lost their lives because of the SavageBrothers.Their partners were now working at the club seeing asTiny took care of everyone within the town of Fort Wills.Anyonewho was not part of the club but died because of the club, he madesure they were well compensated with either money or work.Theywere not part of the club but worked within the compound or whereTiny could get them a job.

“Do you know what I was doingtoday?”he asked, running his fingers up her thighs.She wore askirt, one of Angel’s, and he started to work the fabric up as he worked.Theknife didn’t waver from his neck.He was fine with the knife.Hedidn’t have a death wish, nor did he hope for her to use it.Atleast, he didn’t think he wanted her to use it on him.

“No.”She started tofrown.

“We were paying our respects tothe men and women who lost their lives because of your club.Yourclub ruined the lives of five different families within Fort Wills.Men and women they’re never going to get back, loved ones,Lacey.”

She pressed the knife harder againsthis neck.

“Do it,” he said, tauntingher.

Do you want todie?

“Gonzalez needed todie.”

“I don’t doubt that.He’sdead and gone.”

“And so is my club?”The knifeshook against his skin, yet she didn’t cut him once.

“Why didn’t you kill me?”he asked, changing the conversation.

Her frown deepened.All he wanted todo was run his fingers between her brows.

“What?”

“You heard me.We were together alot, Lacey.I was inside your sweet cunt, and you could have killedme.I was in heaven sliding inside you.”Her eyes changed.Hewatched her eyes dilate even as they were filled with tears.“Youcould have killed me any time, Lacey.The Savage Brothers were yourclub, and I wasn’t part of your world.Why didn’t you killme?”

She took a breath.Her chest rose andfell, but she shook her head.“You don’t know what you’re talkingabout.”

“Yeah, I do.Your club wantedGonzalez, and what was I exactly?I was one of the members standingin your way?Or was I something else?Why didn’t you kill me whenyou had the chance?You had to know we weren’t going to let yourinterference stand.Fort Wills is The Skulls’ territory.Everyoneknows it.”

He pushed the skirt out of the way tofind she wasn’t wearing any panties.Lacey was soaking wet as heslid his thumb through her slit.She didn’t tell him tostop.

“Why, Lacey?Why couldn’t youkill me?”He caressed her clit going down to slide a finger deep inher cunt.Whizz had learned a lot about her.It didn’t take long tofind everything out that he needed once he knew where she camefrom.Any other information he asked for Butch provided for him.She’d been gang-raped by Gonzalez’s men when she was just a littlegirl.Those men who were dead had torn away her ability to havechildren.His search had found out that she’d tried to take herlife and had failed because of Dalton.Her life had been easy tofind and track down.Whizz knew everything that could be recordedapart from what went on her mind and behind closed doors.Had shebeen with other men?Did she fuck women?What happened aftereverything she’d been through?

The woman in his arms was not what heexpected.Her arms were decorated in ink.It was strange.He’dnever wanted a woman covered in ink before.To him, women weresupposed to be delicate, feminine, like Angel or Sophia.Theyepitomized femininity.Lacey was broken, he saw it in her eyes, yetshe held femininity within her grasp.The way she walked as sheswung her hips from side to side, the fullness of her curves, andher overall person screamed feminine.She was a size sixteen toeighteen, and he’d discovered that because of Angel lending herclothes.

Her size only turned him on more.She wasthicker than what was popular, but he loved her curves, grippingonto her fleshy hips as he pounded inside her.

Adding a third finger to her pussy, hepressed his thumb to her nub.“Tell me, Lacey, why didn’t you killme when you had the chance?”

She groaned, dropping the knife ontothe bed as she thrust onto his fingers.“Please,” shesaid.

“Answer me.”He paused withhis finger on her clit.

Lacey stared down at him.

“I’m not going to playuntil you tell me why you let me live.”

She nibbled on her lip, clearly fightingher response.“I couldn’t let you die.”

“Why?”

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