living
fucking proof that Murphy was screwing his daughter. No, he wouldn’t think
about it.
“Are you done now?” Eva asked. She looked up at him
through tear-filled eyes. He hated making his woman cry.
“Yeah, I’m done.”
“Are you going to fight, or are you going to back
down?”
“We’re going to fight, but we’re going to have to do
this clever.” He stood behind his woman, pushing the hair off the back of her
neck. Tiny heard her sigh.
“I hate this, Tiny. I just want to go back to when
things were simple and we only had a two bit asshole to deal with.”
He chuckled. “I know. Everything seemed easier back
then, more certain.” He leaned down, kissing her exposed neck.
She shuddered, leaning back against him. “I can’t help
but think this is going to be a disaster. There’s no way someone comes away
unscathed from whatever this asshole has planned. I mean, Butch, he’s lost that
doctor who took care of him. Pussy and the crew lost Ashley. Who else are we
going to lose?”
“Don’t think about it like that?” Tiny said, banding
an arm around her waist.
“How can I not think about it like that? People are
dying. Girls are being sold like cattle. They’re forced to fuck men for money,
and I don’t know if I can let it go on. We know it’s going on, Tiny. We’re
helping it when we should be stopping it. I’d hate for Tabitha to be exposed to
anything like this or any girl for that matter.”
He tightened his grip on her shoulder. “There’s not a
lot we can do about it, baby. We got to stay alive.”
Eva let out a sob, but he saw no tears fall down her
face. “It’s hard. I look at Tabitha, and I see that monster who could be in our lives when she grows up.”
Tiny tensed at the image she filled his mind with. Between
Eva and Devil, his mind had been filled with images he didn’t want to have. He
didn’t need this shit. “You’ve got to stop thinking like that, baby. Nothing is
going to happen. I promise. I will do everything in my power to keep you, the
kids, and the club safe.”
She glanced up at him and smiled. “You’re a sweetheart,
but you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” She tapped his hand, smiling.
“You need a ride to get Lash and Angel?”
“How did you know?” he asked.
“I can smell your breath. I wouldn’t risk it either.”
She tucked some hair behind her ear and stood. “Come on, let’s leave these to
Tate, and we can go together to get your boy.”
****
Eva glanced toward Tiny, who was resting his head in
his hand. The stress he was under was starting to scare her, and she regretted
slapping his face earlier. She understood his fears. They were hers as well,
but he had to see past it all. Gonzalez could do more than take the club away.
If they weren’t careful, he was going to take Tiny away. For the past few
nights she’d been watching Tiny sleep seeing the worry
even when he was dreaming. He’d not been the same since Butch had left and then
come back, only Butch hadn’t come back, not really. They all needed to take a
vote before Tiny would allow Butch back into the fold.
“I can hear you thinking all the way over here,” he
said, turning to smile at her.
She chuckled. “I’m just thinking about Butch. Maybe
after tonight he’ll be voted back in and life can go back to some kind of
normalcy. A club divided is dangerous, but a club that’s whole is unstoppable.”
“I’m hoping the same thing. At the moment we’re
counting on Gonzalez not knowing the truth about Butch. He believes we
blackmailed him to get what we want. We’re going to leave him believing that
until the times right.” Tiny let out a sigh, shuffling in his seat. “The hope
is for us to get inside Gonzalez’s head without him knowing. Whizz is handling
the hacking and shit.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea? I mean, Butch
dealing with this kind of stuff. It was his club that Gonzalez’s father took
out all those years ago. He didn’t