Whizz by Sam Crescent Page A

anything Whizz could say. Butch was right. It was too little too late, but he had to believe in the club.
    “I heard they got the Savage Brothers. Cheryl told me you wouldn’t let them take Lacey?”
    “She’s the woman I was with while the mess was going on. I couldn’t lose her.”
    “I told her to stay away from you.” Butch ran a hand down his face. He looked old, withdrawn, and sad. “I didn’t want her to hurt you, and yet you got hurt anyway.”
    “I’m not going to let anything happen to her. I can’t let her go.”
    “Do you love her?” Butch asked.
    “I don’t know. I don’t know if I love her, but I know I don’t want to lose her.” Whizz took a seat in the corner as Butch turned the television off.
    “You’re not angry with what I did.”
    “When it first happened I was pissed. I was so angry and hurt by what I thought of as your betrayal. It wasn’t as bad as I first thought, but people died because of it. I know what happened. Lacey told me, and Cheryl told us the rest. You should have come to us. They were idiots for keeping it a secret.”
    “They’re all dead now.”
    “Yeah.”
    “How’s Lacey doing?”
    “There are times I think she’s handling it. Then there are other times she looks like she is falling apart.” Whizz sat back in the chair, taking in Butch’s form.
    “She’s been through a lot. I’m pleased she didn’t die. Out of all of them she made the most sense.”
    Whizz stayed silent. Sometimes words were not necessary.
    ****
    Lacey opened her eye to see a little boy staring at her. No, it was a baby boy. Stretching out her arms, she caught sight of a woman she knew as Prue sitting, holding the boy on her knee.
    “It’s about time. I really thought I was going to have to throw a fit to wake you up. I’ve been bored out of my mind, sitting here watching you sleep,” Prue said.
    “What are you doing here?” Lacey asked, seeing the door to the room open. The hustle and bustle of the house filled her senses. What was Prue doing in her room?
    “Whizz has gone to the hospital to see Butch. He asked me to take you out shopping. Guess what? Angel’s coming along with us. We’re taking the kids with us though.” Prue kept talking. She turned to a baby voice as she talked to Markus. “Tell Lacey that she has got to come.”
    Sitting up in bed, she held the blanket to her chest. Beneath the covers she was naked. Whizz had helped her wash her body then carried her through to the bed after drying her. She didn’t want Prue to see her naked.
    “You’re naked. We’ll leave you alone until you’re dressed. I’ve got a feeling Markus is going to have it easy to pick up pussy.” Prue stood, leaving the room.
    “Oh, Angel left you clothes on the chair in the corner.”
    The door closed behind her, and Lacey thought she had entered the Twilight Zone. Pushing some hair off her face she glanced over at the clock to see it was past ten. She rarely slept in anymore. Last night she’d been so exhausted that she’d passed out cold. Her last memory was of Whizz curling around her as she lay on the bed. Pushing the blanket off her body, she grabbed the clothes then entered the bathroom. Her eyes didn’t look red and puffy. Staring at her face, she actually looked refreshed, which scared her a little. She’d been in The Skulls’ clubhouse, and yet she looked better for it rather than worse.
    She went to the toilet, did her business, and washed her hands before brushing her teeth. Lacey dressed in the denim skirt and white maternity shirt that Angel had let her use. This would be the only time she wore maternity clothes.
    Don’t do it, Lacey. It’s not worth it.
    Walking back into the bedroom, she put on some sneakers after brushing her hair.
    “Are you done yet?” Prue asked, speaking through the door. Opening the door, she stared at the other woman.
    “I’m done.”
    “Come on. I’ll feed you first. Whizz wants me to keep an eye on you.”
    She followed behind