Page 80 of Gash

Gash had started out intendingto get revenge.In the process he’d found the love of his life, andCharlotte had helped to repair his shattered soul.She made himwhole, and gave him hope that one day soon they were goingto be living a lifehe’d only ever dreamed about.

“It’s time, brothers,” Lashsaid.

Together, they headed out toward their carthat had the sign “Just Married” on the back.Holding Charlotte’shand, he squeezed her tightly.Whatever they had to face, he’d doit with Charlotte by his side.

Epilogue

One week later

Fort Willsclubhouse

Spider stared around theclubhouse that was heaving with The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds.He’djust gotten out of the hospital, and they were waiting to hear fromMaster, or Andrew as he’d discovered he was called.Devil had forced himto go to Fort Wills.They were all going to The Skulls’clubhouse.

He couldn’t stop thinking aboutParis.

Celia had spoken to them about the badman, and how the bad man kept hitting Paris.Spider had struggledthroughout the whole time that Celia spoke.His woman’s sister hadthe brand on the inside of her thigh, and he knew Paris would haveit as well.

“Are you okay?”Stinkasked, coming to sit beside him.

“Am I okay that the woman Iwas thinking of making mine is being raped and tortured by Gash’sbrother?Yeah, I’m peachy,” Spider said, downing the shot ofwhiskey.

He was waiting for the stitches in hisleg to be removed, and once they were he was going to hunt thefucker.

“Whizz is working to locate him.He keeps moving, but we’re going to find him.”

“And while we wait, he’s gettingpeople to come at us, left, right, and center.No one is safe.Gashshould have fucking killed him when he had the chance,” Spider,nodded at one of the club whores to fill his glass.He couldn’tremember the bitch’s name, and he didn’t give a fuck what itwas.

She filled it again, and he swallowedit down.

“Drinking isn’t going to help,”Stink said.

Spider turned to The Skullbeside him.“How would you feel if it was Sandy, huh?”He pointedacross the room at woman in question.“What would you do if she wastaken, and you were waiting to be allowed to go and findher?”

Stink’s jaw tensed up.

“Yeah, you know what I’m talkingabout.This is all bullshit.We haven’t got time to be fuckingaround, but acting.”

“You act without thought,and we’ll create more death than life,” Stink said.

“Are you some kind offucking philosopher now?”Spider asked.

“No.I’m just trying toconvince myself that I’d be able to handle Sandy’s kidnappingbetter than you.”

“Yeah, that’s a goodthought.”

“What would Paris think?”Stink asked.

“What?”

“She’s getting hurt, and you’resitting here drinking, wallowing in self-pity.Maybe she’d want youto man up, and get your balls back.”Stink stood up.“Think aboutthat.”

Spider stared down in his empty glass,thinking about Paris, the woman he’d never even touched.He’d seenher getting naked plenty of times.Spider had wanted to beeverything she wanted, to make her fall in love withhim.

Gripping the glass tightly, he placedit on the counter.

“Do you want a refill?”theclub whore asked.

Spider shook his head.“No.”

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