Tiny Read Free

don’t know. She’s not
spoken to me in some time.” In the last few weeks he’d been trying to figure
out who would set some two-bit crooks onto his men. Something wasn’t adding up
to him, and he didn’t know what it was.
    Silence fell on the room. He
heard the giggles and the girlish music coming from the other room. Tate really
loved the attention being lavished on her. Angel and Sophia were in the same
boat with his daughter. All three women were pregnant, expecting the next wave
of Skull males. He didn’t know if he was happy. Every time he looked at Murphy
he wanted to slap him on the back and beat the shit out of him for touching his
daughter. The emotions were swamping him once again. His baby was pregnant, and
there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
    “The next shipment is scheduled
for the eighth,” Alex said. “Ned wants this moving no later than that.”
    The drugs
again. Glancing at Nash he saw the other man was fine. “Do
you think you can handle a shipment?” Tiny asked. After the downfall last time,
Tiny didn’t know if he was ready to have the other man on a drug run.
    “I’m good. We need the shit
moving. I’m back to business. I fucked up, and I know that. I’m ready to prove
myself. I’ve got your back.”
    “Good. Who wants to bow out
of this run?” Tiny asked. He never forced any of his men to make a run with the
drugs if they didn’t want to. They all pitched in on other jobs. The drug runs
were more dangerous than anything else.
    No one put their hands up,
not even Killer, which surprised him. The other man had been staying behind to
date the other woman he’d seen hanging out with his daughter. With the shit happening
in the last few months he didn’t know everything that was going on with his
men. Tiny knew it was something he needed to change very soon.
    “Killer?” Tiny asked, singling him out.
    “Got
nothing to stay behind for. I’ll be
joining you and the rest of the crew.” Killer didn’t flinch or back down.
    “Fair
enough. We leave on the seventh in the hope of getting the
shit moved.” He slammed his hand down on the desk signaling the end of the
conversation. The men got up leaving the room. The moment the door opened, Tiny
got his first real glimpse of the pink. Even the air smelled like strawberries,
vanilla, and honey. If his enemies were to see the club they’d be sure to be
pissing themselves laughing at his club.
    “Do you think doing the
shipment is wise? I can tell Ned to hold everything off,” Alex said.
    “No, we can’t wait.” Tiny
stood then turned away to look out of the window. Something felt way off about
everything that was happening. He couldn’t put his finger to it, only had a feeling
deep in his gut telling him to watch his back. Tiny hadn’t felt this way in a
long time. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the feeling, but he recognized
it.
    “Think, Tiny. We’ve got a
lot of enemies right about now. I know what you’re
thinking about Nash and everything.” Alex stood beside him.
    “What are you thinking?”
Tiny asked, curious to know.
    “The past can’t always stay
buried. The past has a way of finding us.”
    He didn’t say anything to
Alex’s words. His past was not shiny or even great, but it needed to stay in
the fucking past. Tiny had done shit in his life he wasn’t proud of. The shit
he’d done before forming The Skulls would have his daughter and Eva running in
the opposite direction. “Do you know anything?”
    “No, nothing has been found
out, but you and I both know those two-bit crooks didn’t set for Fort Wills on
their own. This town is bad news to our enemies. Someone was telling them what
to do. Someone who knows us and how to get past us.”
    Tiny agreed. “Whoever is
after us has been around home. They’ve seen us and watched us without any of us
knowing it.”
    “We need to tell the
others.”
    “Not yet. We will when the
time is right.”
    “It’s your decision, Tiny.
Know I’ll