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“What the fuck is going on,man?”Hardy asked.

“What the fuck is going on?It’s quite simple.I’m looking for a blonde bitch, and a brunette.I want answers.”

“Which one did you fuck?”Steven asked.

“The blonde.It was the blondewho sent me to prison.It was her that accused me of going mental,and killing her boyfriend.She was the one who told me to fuck her.She was fucking begging for my dick.”Gash looked down at thepicture.“I’ve waited.I’ve done everything Tiny asked of me, Ikept in line, and I didn’t get my revenge.I’m not waiting aroundanother second.I want to take down the bitch who fucked with me.Iwant to see her dead, and I’m going to smile while doit.”

“Gash, you’re talking aboutkilling a woman, man.That’s not you.”

“It wasn’t, but no bitch had sentme to prison before.Now, I don’t care.This is what I’ve wantedfor a long fucking time.It’s what I’m going to get, and neitheryou nor the club are going to stop me.”

Hardy watched as he climbed back onthe bike.

“Where are you going now?”Hardy asked.

“Back to theclub.”

Gash didn’t wait around forthem.

“He’s a ball of sunshine,”Steven said.“I never knew he was so fucking bitter.”

“You would be, too.He wasincarcerated, and we weren’t always there to offer protection.Gashhad it bad,” Hardy said.

“Will he do it?”Stevenasked.

“What?”

“Kill a woman?”

Hardy paused, staring at thepathwhereGash had disappeared from.“If anyone is capable of it, it’sGash.”

The man had been simmering inside,waiting for the perfect opportunity, and that was coming.Hewondered who the brunette was in the picture, and more importantly,he wondered who was going to get hurt in Gash’s need to take outhis revenge.

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“I want to know where sheis,” Gash said, storming into Whizz’s room.Lacey let out a squeal,not that Gash blamed her.He’d walked in on the pair having sex,Lacey riding Whizz.

“What the fuck, Gash?Getthe fuck out,” Whizz said.

Lacey climbed off of Whizz, and he watchedhim throw her the leather cut.She pressed it in front of her,glaring at him.He wasn’t interested in the purple-haired woman.Her hair changed so bloody often that he expected her to come downto the main club with her hair looking like a rainbow.

“I’m not going anywhere until youdo this for me.”He slapped the picture at Whizz’s chest.“Find me CharlotteBilson.The brunette.You can’t find me the blonde whore?Get meCharlotte.She’ll help me.”With the way Whizz tensed, Gash knewhe’d already found Charlotte.“You bastard.You know where sheis?”

“I don’t know where she is.Give me time, and I’ll get you the information.”

“Good.She’s the one Iwant.”

“Why?She wasn’tresponsible for your problems,” Whizz said.“She didn’t accuse youof anything.She didn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“No, she didn’t, but she’ll knowhow to get to the bitch who did.”He wanted to find Charlotte.Thefucking bitch could have been there to help him, and as far as hewas concerned, she was just as much to blame for his incarceration.“Get it done,” Gash said, storming out of Whizz’s room.

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“What are you going to do?”Lacey asked.

Whizz closed his bedroom door, lookingtoward his woman.Any arousal he’d experienced moments before wasnow gone.

“I don’t know.”

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