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as she came down from her
orgasm. She didn’t need anything else in that moment other than to have his
arms wrapped around her, holding her close.
    ****
    Whizz stared at the computer screen while also taking
a swig out of the bottle. He looked among the multiple screens trying to find a
connection between all of the people. So far he’d gotten in touch with three
men who claimed to owe a favor to Gonzalez. They’d been called in to deal with
Ned and some of his fighters. The men were in Vegas waiting for Gonzalez’s
signal.
    He struck a deal with all three, and the men were no
longer answering to Gonzalez. They talked to the other man, at Whizz’s request,
but they were no longer taking orders. Three men were better than none. Turning
the cap on the water, he placed the bottle on the floor. He always got his own
bottled water. Ever since Alan had taken him, he’d not been able to have anyone
serve him. Alan had drugged his drinks, and when he woke up the pain had been
even worse.
    Gritting his teeth, he forced the memories back. Alan
was dead, killed by Prue, and wouldn’t be coming back to hurt him. He needed to
remember that.
    He’s taken so much.
    Blowing out another breath, he forced himself to take
several deep breaths, focusing on the computer screen in front of him. He
couldn’t afford to lose focus.
    Alan was dead.
    He wasn’t coming back … ever.
    Breathe in.
    Breathe out.
    The memories started to fade, and he started typing
away, looking for all connections. Three men were now waiting for his call and
were feeding him information on what Gonzalez’s next move was. The easiest way
to take out their latest enemy was to start from the outside to work his way
in. Gonzalez was the main point, but he had a circumference of men taking
orders. The Skulls took over the men, they got what they wanted.
    Someone knocked on his door, and he called for them to
come in. Nash appeared carrying packaged food in his hands. “Sophia made you
something. I swear , I watched her do everything. You
don’t need to worry about anything.”
    Moving away from the computer, Whizz took the food and
sat on the edge of the food.
    “So, how’s it going?”
    “Fine. I think. I’ll be ready to come and kick Butch’s ass.” Whizz took a bite
out of the sandwich. The spicy taste exploded on his tongue, and he moaned.
    “Sophia’s worried about you.”
    “All of you need to stop worrying about me. I’m fine,”
Whizz said. He knew the club worried, but he’d not turned to anything drastic.
Working out and his computer kept him occupied.
    “When was the last time you had a woman?”
    “Seriously, Sophia wants to know the last time I
fucked?” He lowered his sandwich and watched the other man squirm.
    “She’s not interested in your sex life. She’s just
worried about you.”
    “Tell her to stop.” He’d not been with a woman because
he didn’t want anyone. The sweet-butts no longer held any appeal to him. They
meant nothing to him. After everything that happened, he wanted that to mean something. He was losing
his mind. Since when did he want anything to mean something? Shit. He finished the sandwich and threw
the papers into the trash. “I appreciate her concern and yours. When I’m ready
to start fucking I will. I’m just not ready.”
    Nash nodded. “Sorry, man. I worry as well.”
    “I get it, but stop. I’m fine.” He watched the other
man leave the room before going over to his computer. Whizz sniffed up as his
chest started to ache. Alan may be dead and gone, but the wounds he’d caused
were still very much open. The truth of it was , Whizz
didn’t know who to trust with his life or how to pull out of his fear of being
with a woman. He just couldn’t do it.

Chapter Two
     
    Running a hand over his face, Tiny stared around the
warehouse room. The Chaos Bleeds crew was back at the clubhouse taking care of
their women while The Skulls took a vote. They all wanted Butch back, but he
had to go through the