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Prologue

Whizz with Alan

“Do you really think a woman willwant you now?”

Whizz pressed his head againstthe tile floor wishing for some reprieve.His jeans were down to his knees,and he hurt everywhere.Not one part of him was better off than theother.Alan was a sick fuck and delighted in torturing him.Besidehis head was the vomit he’d brought up seconds before.All thisbecause Zero couldn’t keep his temper.Not that Whizz was pissed.From the look of Alan, Zero had gotten him fucking good, betterthan good.

“Fuck you!”

He growled as Alan grabbed his hair andpulled his head back.If Whizz had any strength length he’d killthe bastard in front of him.He’d be drugged, beaten … he couldn’tbring himself to think of what else he’d been through.Whizz knewhe’d get through this.He got through everything.His time at TheLions had taught him to push the pain down, to ignore what heactually wanted to do.“I already did.Maybe I need to go again.Iheard you bikers like your fucking.”

Alan let himgo, landing akick to his gut.

The club will come.They’llcome for me,and I’ll be safe.

What’s safeanymore?

Gasping for breath, Whizz didn’twant to have to deal with the shit going on inside his head.No onewas going to want him, not even the club.Who would want a man wholetthishappen to him?He certainly didn’t.No amount of fightingcould undo what happened.He was totally fucked.

“You know, Zero’s the one toblame.I wanted him, and yet you’re the one that was lying in wait.It’s almost as if you wanted me to come and get you.”Alan laughed,the sound sinister and echoing around the room.None of the menpaid them any attention while Alan beat him.The moment they werealone, Alan became even more evil.There was no escaping thesadistic asshole.

How are you going tosurvive this?

Whizz kept his eyes closed, trying tothink of something, anything that would take him away from thispain.

He thought about theclub.Not TheLions.He’d never truly been part of them and had spent more timetrying to get away from them.Whizz had done shit for them justlike Killer, but he’d never been willing.The shit he’d done was inthe past as he’d taken a spot in The Skulls.Tiny was a hard-assedleader, a fine president, and Whizz was loyal to him.He thoughtabout the club, and throughout all the pain it groundedhim.

“You really think yourclubis goingto come for you?”Alan asked, drawing him back onto thechair.

Whizz sat down even as it was painful.Hewas a mess.There was no need for a mirror when the pain was all heneeded to know that he was changed forever.Alan certainly likedhis knives.

“You can’t ignore me.”Alangrabbed his hair pulling his head back to slide the knife he heldacross his neck.

Whizzwas past caring.Did he want to die?No, he truly didn’t, but he wouldn’t beg this sick fucker for hislife.Whizz had learned never to beg.Begging didn’t garnerrespect.Begging took everything away.He believed in his club, andhe knew it wouldn’t be long before they bargained for him.Even ifTiny didn’t come through, Killer would, or at leastZero.

Minutes passed, hours, perhapsdays.Whizzknew he was dying.The blood loss was starting to become a problem.Through his mind he thought about the club and everything he’dmiss.He’d miss Lash and Angel, especially Angel.She was such asweetheart and rarely saw the bad in people.Lash wasoverprotective, and it was strange to watch the fierce biker worryover his woman.Murphy, he was like a brother to him, along withKiller.He’d even miss Tate.Her mouth made him laugh attimes.

No, he couldn’t think about how muchhe’d miss otherwise he’d never be able to cope with what was trulygoing on in his life.

He needed to get out.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, hesaw her.The woman with blue hair who had torn his world apart.Shewasn’t supposed to be here.No, she didn’t come into his life untilmuch later.

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Whizz woke with a start.He was covered ina layer of sweat, and he opened his eyes to see Lacey glaring downat him.She straddled his waist, and he couldn’t help but respondto her closeness.From the moment he’d first seen her in that caféhe’d wanted her.She was nothing like any of the other women in theclub.Lacey was an entity all of her own, special, and allhis.

Secondspassed, andhe became aware of the blade she had pressed to his neck.He hadleft the blade for her to grab on purpose.It had been a week sincehe’d hurt her by luring her away from the Savage Brothers, to killthe whole of her club while they left her alive.Whizz had wantedLacey and couldn’t bring himself to let her die.They were stayingat the club house, and he kept a lock on the door.He was surprisedshe stayed within the room seeing as she could have easilydestroyed the lock.

“You were having anightmare,” she said.

He didn’t move.The hand holding the knifeagainst his neck was steady.She wasn’t nervous about killing him.He didn’t blame her, as he’d helped Tiny take out all of her club,the Savage Brothers, while they’d also been taking care ofGonzalez.Murphy was still in the hospital because of thedamage.

“I’m used tothem.”

Usually he woke up soaked in sweat or withone of the club members shaking him awake.When he did finallywake, they’d take him back to their room where he’d spend the restof the night wishing his life was different.He should have diedwhen Alan took him.All he’d become was a burden to the club.Whatkind of life was he really living when he spent it like a child inanother’s bed?

He moved his hands to her thighs.Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him.

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