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hope for Cheryl if he continued with the same kind of crap. For
all of his good intentions, it didn’t stop him needing more, the curiosity to
know what’s going on with Tiny and his brothers. It had been a month, and
already he wanted to know what was going down so he could help his family. The
Skulls gave him back the family he’d lost so many years ago, yet he’d pulled
away from them for love.
    Closing his eyes he recalled the screams of his sister
when he couldn’t save her. The curses his father yelled, threatening all the
men who were hurting them. All of his family was dead, and there would be no
chance of them coming back. Watching his sister get raped and killed was just
par for the course at the age of thirteen. Butch knew when he saw her brains
getting blown apart that his life was never going to be the same. There was
nothing he could have done, not even at thirteen. Going from one foster home to
another until he was out of the system at eighteen, he’d already been on the
path set for The Skulls.
    Pushing his finger and thumb against his eyes, he fought
the pain the memories gave him. All the time he kept them locked in a box. Not
one of his brothers knew the truth about his past. Neal Coal was dead along
with his family, and all of them had died long ago, and he wasn’t ever going to
be returning to that life. Becca had told him to
forget, and he had to a point.
    Unlike his brothers Butch’s enemies remained in the
past with no hope of ever returning. Over the years, even without his father or
the Savage Brothers, he’d trained to fight and learned to take a beating. To
earn money, he entered into illegal fights. He was a fierce fighter and made
sure he would come out the winner or die fucking trying. The only way for him
to live in this world was to leave his enemies six feet fucking under. He
couldn’t avenge what happened to him as a young boy, but he could make sure all
of his present enemies were dead. Entering the back of the coffee shop he set
back to work, cleaning dishes from the cakes they made in the shop. No one
approached him, which he liked. If anyone was to even say a word to him, he’d
go fucking crazy. They talked amongst themselves.
    The moment the box opened in his mind and the old
memories started to work through, he lost it. Becca had told him to keep everything locked up inside. There was no need to go out
and seek the truth. He believed and trusted her.
    “Butch.”
    He turned at his name to see the manager, Langnor , staring at him.
    “What’s up?”
    “Tiny and Alex are out there to see you. They’ve asked
for a minute of your time.”
    He cursed, staring up at the ceiling. The last thing
he needed with the memories slowly coming back was the two men looking over his
shoulder trying to bring him back into the fold. What made it worse was the
respect he had for Tiny and Alex. Both men were worth his loyalty to the club.
He’d never turn his back on them, not for anyone.
    Think about Cheryl.
    Cheryl Barnes and her sweet boy were the only good
things to happen to him since The Skulls. The danger the club faced was not
something he wanted to bring to her. Butch wanted a chance with her, a real
chance to have a family of his own .
    Wiping his hands on the towel, he threw the towel on
the counter then headed into the main coffee room. Alex and Tiny were sitting in
the far corner in a private booth. Ignoring all the gawping and stares, he took
a seat opposite them. Both men were sitting on one side. Butch just knew a
confrontation was about to happen.
    “You’re working in a coffee shop?” Tiny asked,
grimacing. “Your talent is fucking amazing at cars and in the club, and you’re
serving fucking coffee. This is sad. You didn’t go through all that shit to
become a fucking dishwasher.” Tiny shook his head, clearly angered by what was
going on.
    Butch stared at his president without saying a word.
He would listen to whatever the men had to say before returning to work.