Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Ever since she was a kid, it was like she always had something to prove and no matter what me and Lacey did or said, Daisy could handle it.” Whizz sighed. “Just like with her dad.” He shook his head. “I knew he was coming around, and I waited for her to reach out and ask for help, but before she could, that son of a bitch killed himself. I was going to take care of it, because I knew she was not going to ask me for help, was she?”
Lash knew the truth, but Whizz did not. He was not about to tell Whizz what happened that day. How Daisy once again took care of everything herself. It seemed that was all she did. Anthony tried to make sure she always had someone.
“Michael got into her head, told her shit that wasn’t true.”
Michael was Alex and Cheryl’s son. It was kind of confusing. Cheryl was now with Butch, who happened to run the Vegas chapter of the Skulls, and Alex was married to Sunshine, and they were happily married, living in Fort Wills. But Michael had a chip on his shoulder. He’d been a piece of work, and he’d said some nasty shit to Daisy that had clearly gotten into her head.
Anthony hated him, and if they ever crossed paths again, it would not be pretty. There would come a time he’d make Michael pay, and the only thing saving him right now was that he was still a Skull. If Michael at any point decided to leave or cause trouble, he’d deal with it.
Whizz rubbed his hands together. “I get why you did it,” Whizz said. “I know it was you that organized everything. You rounded everyone up, and it was payback time. We should have done that.”
This surprised him. He wasn’t expecting Whizz to take any of the blame. At that moment, Anthony didn’t even know if he should breathe in the wrong direction.
“I never meant for Daisy to get hurt,” Anthony said.
“I know.” Whizz’s jaw clenched. “I know you love my daughter. I know you will do anything for her. I’m not going to kill you. At least not yet. If she dies, all bets are off.”
Anthony thought about what he discussed with his father. The future of the club, what it would mean, and just everything in general. Lash didn’t want him to give up quite so easily, but if someone wasn’t willing to put him out of his misery, that is exactly what he would be—miserable. He couldn’t think of life without Daisy, it was unimaginable, and he refused to even consider it.
“Thank you,” Anthony said.
Whizz jerked up and looked at him.
He wasn’t rude, never had been, but now that he thought about it, he never put himself in a position where he had to randomly thank anyone. No one ever helped him.
Whizz nodded. “Go, be with her. I know Daisy would want you there.”
The truth was, no one realized what he and Daisy meant to each another. They played their roles well. The whole club had been so consumed with Tabitha, it had been easy to overlook them.
Anthony got to his feet and stepped inside Daisy’s room. Lacey was there beside her bed, and on the opposite was a chair close to her.
He took his place and held onto her hand, leaning down to kiss her knuckles. “I’m here, Daisy. I’m here, and I’m not going away.”
****
“What the hell happened?” Tabitha asked.
Miles turned to look at his twin sister. He’d gone back to his small apartment he rented. Life at home had been easy for him, and for the longest time, he really didn’t give a shit about hanging out with his parents.
Eva and Tiny had been rock-solid parents. Sure, like all parents, they had their moments of being a pain in the ass, but after he turned eighteen and started to prospect for the club, that had changed. Each year he got older, life seemed to get a little easier. There were rules, and to a certain extent curfews, but it didn’t take away from any freedoms he had.
Then, one day, he didn’t know why, he just suddenly felt like he had to be his own boss, spread his wings, do that kind of shit. So, he did.
It wasn’t easy. His parents didn’t give him any kind of trouble, they were supportive, but that didn’t mean it didn’t suck for him. He had to get used to no one being home when he got there. The lights being out, the fridge empty, paying his own freaking bills. There was growing up, and then there was growing up.
For him, there had been a lot of steep learning curves. Sometimes, he had thought about just going back home. It sure would have been a lot easier. Only, he stuck it out, became his own man. He learned to deal with the loneliness, stock his own fridge, and make his own way. It also helped prospecting at the club. He put in the hours needed. All his life, all he ever wanted was his patch. Well, his patch and ... Constance. One, he knew he had a chance at, the other not so much. Constance was way out of his league, and had been when they were kids as well.