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of the club. She’d been there long enough to see The Skulls’ anger directed at the brother. Dalton had begged her to walk away, but she’d told him she couldn’t. Butch had been one of them at some point, and she couldn’t leave him to take the fall.
    Both men agreed to wait until she got back. After she told the truth she’d waited for Whizz, followed him back to the clubhouse. Her own selfishness was what killed the club. She had needed one more chance to see Whizz. If only she could have one more glimpse of him, and for him not to hate her then she would have been fine. What she wanted, needed, had killed the club.
    The guilt was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and she’d been through a lot of crap to get to where she was today. Her pussy was on fire from Whizz’s touch. She hated him yet craved his touch as if she was starving for it.
    Standing up, she moved away from the bed going through to his bathroom. His bathroom was covered in black tiles. The only splash of color was from the light and silver of the fixings within the bathroom.
    She flicked the switch, lighting up the bathroom. There was no window for her look out of. The bedroom only had one window that overlooked the front of the compound. She’d stood behind the curtain watching the kids play when they’d been at the clubhouse. Eva spent a great deal of time at the clubhouse as did the other women. She was surprised by how much of a family they were. No one was turned away even when the sweet-butts appeared. Her club never had a clubhouse or sweet-butts. She wasn’t a fool. She knew Dalton and Danny, along with all of the other men, took their pleasure in the women on the road. They’d moved around so often she couldn’t even think of a place where they put down roots. Fort Wills was the longest time they stayed in one place. She’d not celebrated Christmas since she was a kid.
    Lacey stared at her reflection. Dropping her head forward she saw her natural brown hair was starting to show through. She’d have to ask Whizz to get her a hair dye.
    Pushing hair off her face, she stared at her reflection. With Whizz knowing the truth she didn’t need to cover the ink that decorated her arms.
    Glancing down at her wrists, she touched the mark on her left wrist. It had been a pathetic attempt, but when she’d been digging into her skin, she truly wanted to die.
    She released her hands to hold onto the edge of the sink. Closing her eyes she tried to force all the memories out of her head, but it wasn’t going to happen.
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    Lacey, age sixteen
    Opening her eyes to the beeping of the machine, Lacey groaned, turning her head this way and that. Lifting her hands to her face, she frowned as they felt hard to the touch. Pulling her hand away she saw they were bound in white bandages.
    “What the fuck were you thinking?” Dalton asked, drawing her attention to beside her bed. He sat in the chair with his hands clasped together in between his legs.
    “What?”
    His eyes were red as if he’d been crying. Dalton was tall and had yet to fill out. She always felt that, when it came to him, a good wind would knock him over.
    “You know what. What the fuck were you thinking, Lacey? You were just going to die on me?”
    Guilt ate at her. The truth was, she hadn’t even given him a thought. She just wanted it to end. Night after night she went to sleep dreaming the same thing, remembering the same pain. She couldn’t have kids because of mistakes her parents made and those of the Savage Brothers.
    “Do you even care about me at all?” he asked, standing to his feet.
    She didn’t want to deal with this. “Where’s Danny?” Her throat was so dry her words came out croaked.
    “Why? So you can get him to get rid of me? I’m not going anywhere, Lacey. I refuse to.” He lifted her hand up for her to see. “You could have died.”
    “So?”
    “So?” Tears filled his eyes and started to fall. “What do you mean so? You can’t mean