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“Bite me, woman.I’m not askingyou.Anyonewould think they hadn’t been fucked by a cock.It’s how you getfucking kids.”Gash stared at the woman before she scampered awayfrom them.“I hate it when bitches think I care what they think.”He shook his head before smiling back at her.“Well?”

“Yes, we’vefucked.”

“Then you’re his woman.Hedoesn’t want to see your sweet ass in shit like that.Fuck me, Ibet my own grandma wore better shit than that.If Whizz has sentyou out with money, he wants you to do something different.”Hemoved away from the wall.Markus and Anthony were still asleep inthe pushchairs, but they faced them.“Buy something sexy.Do youwant Whizz?”

“I can pick out my ownunderwear.”This couldn’t get any more embarrassing.She didn’teven know Gash and he was giving her advice on what underwear topick out.

“You’re looking at the shitthat’s not sexy at all.You want Whizz, you want to keep him, stepyour game up.Pick the kind of underwear a man wants to remove withhis teeth.”Gash kept staring at her, unnerving her with theintensity of his gaze.

“Why does this mean so much toyou?”she asked.“You know who I am.The club I belongedto.”

“And I’ve heard about Whizz.You’ve changed him.He wants you, Lacey.If you want him, thenstart fighting to keep him.Once the brothers see what you mean toWhizz, they’ll back off.Besides, I didn’t realize you were a selfishbitch.”

“What?I’m not.”

“No?Then why are youtaking all the credit for all the bad shit going on?Stop beingselfish and see that the blame falls equally.”

He stepped back, giving her somespace.Okay,Gash was a little different from all the other brothers she’d met.He didn’t blame her for all the problems happening in their life,but still, it didn’t stop her from being slightly frightened ofhim.The man was huge in every way possible.

She looked at the wall and thought aboutWhizz.He was the first man she truly wanted to keep.Dalton hadn’tbeen hers, and she’d not wanted him.

Reaching out, she stopped beforeshe grabbed one of the bras.She wanted Whizz to look at her theway Lash did Angel, Zero did Prue,and Tiny did Eva.Lacey could stand thereall day thinking about the looks the men shared with their women.She wanted Whizz to look at her and to know that when he got heralone, she was going to be screaming in pleasure within seconds.She wanted him to want her, not just want but to crave her.Aboveeverything else, she wanted to feel like a woman just once in herlife.

Moving away from the bland underwearshe went in search of something sexy, something she wouldn’t darewear before Whizz.

“That’s my girl,” Gashsaid.

Her cheeks had to be as red as Angel’swith the way Gash praised her.He didn’t take the piss, onlyencouraged her.His presence had nothing to do with helping herpersonally.Gash was clearly only helping out another brother, buthis advice was oddly comforting.This was the first time she’dpicked out anything beautiful to enhance her assets.

“You’ve got large tits,Lacey.Getsomething to show them off.”

The women who passed Gash looked disgustedby him.She saw the interest in some of the women’s eyes as well.Gash wasn’t every woman’s cup of tea, but he certainly made for aninteresting shopping experience.

For the next hour she bought somany sets of bras and panties to tease and delight Whizz when shefinally saw him.It was getting late, and hunger hit her hard.

“Come on,” Prue said.“I’mstarving, andI can’t wait until we get home.”

They headed toward the food court andsettled on the burger joint for their food.Lacey sat with Gash andthe boys.

“You don’t need to beembarrassed by what you’ve bought,” he said.

“I’m not.”She tucked some hairbehind her ear.She was a little embarrassed that it took a man toget her to buy something sexy.

“Do you care about Whizz?”Thefun-loving man that was there when Angel and Prue were theredisappeared.

“Yes.”She wasn’t going to lie.Gash scared her.Killer and Lash were supposed to be the men no onemessed with.She heard both men could kill a man with their barehands.From the look on Gash’s face, his demeanor, she knew he helda lot of secrets inside him, dangerous secrets.Five years inprison for rape and murder would do that to a man.

“Good.He’s been through alot.I heard so have you.”

“I’ve survived.”

“The ink on your wrists isn’t agood enough indication that you’ve been surviving.It looks likeyou’re only just getting through.”

“I fucked up when I wasyounger.I’ve not tried to kill myself in over adecade.”

Gash tilted his head to the side.“You’re not going to kill yourself anymore.”

“I’ve thought about it.Ideserve it.”

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