Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) Read Free

in the hospital. This was his job, his responsibility, and Angel would be pissed at him if he put her first.
    He took hold of his son’s hand, and together they walked back inside.
    “All the babies are okay,” Ripper said. “Judi’s helping Kelsey to help them rest.”
    Lash nodded. “We’ve got to clean this place up and head to the hospital.”
    “There’s no way we can leave anyone behind. That’s our club Prez, Lash, and his son is not going to die today.” Ripper talked about Devil, the Prez of the Chaos Bleeds.
    “We’ll clean up, and round everyone up to head to the hospital.” Crouching down, he cupped Anthony’s face. “I need you to be a big boy now for me, Anthony.”
    “I will.”
    “Help Tate for me before she loses control and starts screaming.”
    “Everyone has been screaming.”
    “I know, son, I know.” Lash pulled Anthony toward him. He had his mother’s beautiful blue eyes. Just looking at him, made him think of the love he possessed for Angel. That love kept him strong. This was his life, and he’d pulled Angel into this life. He had to be stronger than ever before.
    Lash watched as Anthony walked across the yard toward Tate. The woman was a crazy bitch, always causing shit, but when the club needed her, she was there without question. Right now, Tate was pulling her shit together and helping with the kids, so he didn’t go ordering her around.
    Spider came toward him, holding onto his crutches. “There’s a club whore dead behind the bar you’d set up.”
    “We’ll handle it. The cops are going to be here soon.”
    “It was Master, wasn’t it?” Spider asked.
    “We all know it was him, but we can’t go ratting him out. There’s no way we can tell anyone about this shit.”
    “Did you ever know Gash’s brother?”
    Lash sighed, turning toward the Chaos Bleeds member. From what Devil had told him, Spider’s woman was missing, taken by Master. Her sister was handed back to them, but no word on his woman. They all knew if they didn’t get to her soon, her days would be numbered. Master wasn’t going to show mercy or kindness.
    “I remember Andrew, yes.”
    “Didn’t you have a thought to kill him? Take him out, stop all this bad shit from happening?”
    “It was a long time ago. I wasn’t even a prospect back then. I was a fucking kid. The club made a mistake in letting Andrew get away, and we’re going to solve it.”
    “How? How are we going to solve it? He’s taking us out one by one.”
    “I know you’re hurting—”
    “You don’t know shit. All the fucking Skulls know to do is sit around twiddling their bastard thumbs.”
    Lash reacted. Grabbing Spider’s jacket, he threw him up against the nearest wall. “You think I’m sitting here twiddling my thumbs? We fucked up years ago letting that monster loose, but no club has a rule of in or dead policy. Andrew didn’t make it to be a fucking Skull, he was gone, end of story. You want to start going for blame, you’re the one who brought him back to us. This is our problem!”
    “Enough,” Gash said, coming to stand beside him. “This is what Andrew does. He ruins people. Gets inside their heads and fucks them over without even trying. This is what you want?”
    Lash shook his head, followed by Spider. “No.”
    “Then stop fighting each other. We’ve got to fight the fucker who put us here,” Gash said. “He’s fucked us over, I get that, but don’t let him win, not now.”
    “He won today!” Spider said. “Every day that passes and I don’t have my woman, he continues to win.”
    “We’re going to get her back.”
    “When? How much longer?” Spider asked. “I promised I’d protect her, and he’s hurting her. This very second he’s hurting her, breaking her down until what remains? Nothing.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “We all know that!”
    Lash waited for Gash to hand him back his crutches before releasing him. Tears were in Spider’s eyes. “He’s going to be hurting