Gash (The Skulls #13)

By: Sam Crescent



Charlotte shrugged. “I guess that is for you to find out.” She shook her head, blowing out a breath. “I don’t want to fight, okay? I actually just want to have some food. Being attacked in my own apartment has left me cranky.”

He couldn’t argue with that. He wanted her off balance and scared. Gash never claimed to be a nice guy. Years spent rotting in jail for a crime he didn’t commit had chased away any kind of playfulness he possessed. Fighting for his life had been his only companion, that and his need for revenge. Gash now had both within his grasp, but when he looked at Charlotte, the hatred wasn’t there.

“Do you know how to cook?” he asked.

“Who do you think kept you fed when you visited?” she asked. “Rebecca couldn’t cook to save her life. I was the one that cooked for you, me.” She pointed to her chest, and beneath the pain, he saw the anger. Charlotte was angry at him. “It seems you make a habit of forgetting everything.” She got to her feet, placing her hands on the table, and glared at him. “I’m going to make some food. Are you going to kill me for moving?”

“Sarcasm makes me horny, Charlotte. You keep on with that smart mouth, and I’ll put it to better use.”

“Funny, I thought rape was beneath you,” she said.

“Believe me, babe, when I get you underneath me, you wouldn’t be screaming rape. You’ll be begging me for it.” She clenched her teeth, and he couldn’t resist getting to his feet, invading her space. “Would you like me to show you exactly how good it can be?”

She glared at him for another few seconds before storming past him, muttering under her breath.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’m going to make myself a chicken salad. You got a problem with that?”

“Do enough to feed me.” Sitting back, he flicked open his phone, and dialed Whizz’s number.

“What the fuck do you want?” Whizz asked as way of answering.

“That’s no way to talk to your friend.”

“You’re not at the club, and right now you’re not my friend.” Whizz didn’t agree with his need to go searching for Charlotte. “What kind of friend phones up late at night while I’m screwing my woman?”

Okay, maybe it had nothing to do with Charlotte.

“Am I cock blocking you?”

“No, you’re pissing me off. What do you want? Lash has told me to take your calls no matter what. I’m simply obeying orders. What can I do to help? I’m just an all night fucking service.” Whizz’s voice was filled with sarcasm.

Gash laughed. He liked Whizz.

“You’ll be pleased to know I’ll be back at the club in a couple of days. I’ll have Charlotte with me. Let the women know she’s not a whore, but I’ve struck a deal with her. She’s going to help me find the two people I want.”

There was silence on the other end.

“You still there?”

“I’ll help you. I want to talk to Charlotte alone,” Whizz said.

“Seriously? What is your fucking deal?”

“That’s the deal I’m going to make. You want me to find who you’re looking for, I want to talk to Charlotte. Believe me when I say that I’ve got your best interests at heart. You just don’t see it.”

“Fine. It’s not like there’s going to be much else for her to do. How’s the club?” Gash asked. Since getting out of prison he’d kept himself confined to the clubhouse and the town of Fort Wills.

“The same. There are days kids are running around, and other days it’s silent other than the singles fucking. I don’t spend all that much time there anymore. It’s why I have a cell phone. I’m actually at home with my wife and kid.” In the background he heard Lacey cursing.

“How is Sally?” Gash asked. He liked the young kid. Whizz and Lacey couldn’t have kids, so they had adopted the younger teenager.

“She’s doing great. It’s a relief that she has settled down at school, and she’s not even causing trouble. There’s no interest in boys yet, but I think it helped that I took several of the brothers with me to drop her off. They have backed the fuck off.”

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