Whizz by Sam Crescent Read Free Book Online

for her. Why couldn’t he be an asshole? Whizz was too nice, too considerate of her. She couldn’t just walk away from him.
    “I’m sorry,” she said, whispering the words out to the air. She had to believe Dalton was in a better place. He deserved a hell of a lot more than her.
    She gripped the gate hard, trying to hurt herself as the pain of what she saw was too much.
    Whizz’s hands landed on her waist. “I’m here.”
    “You shouldn’t be fighting for me. I’m not part of the club. Lash is right. Everyone hates what I represent. You need to get rid of me.”
    One of his hands left her waist to pull the hair off her neck. “You need to stop talking about what you think needs to happen, baby. I’m not going to let you go, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”
    “This is wrong, Whizz.”
    “No, it’s right.”
    “I should be there.” She rested her head on the gate. The cold was refreshing against her forehead. “I was supposed to die with them. I’m not supposed to be alive.”
    Tears filled her eyes making her vision blurry. She didn’t brush the tears away letting them fall freely down her cheeks.
    “You’re alive because you needed to see me.”
    “It was wrong. There’s so many mistakes I made.”
    He let her go to grip the gate outside of her hands. She stared at his darker hands with the scars from the nails being pushed through them by that monster who had taken him. Whizz had been through so much, and he deserved a woman who was delicate, who didn’t come with baggage. Not only did she come with personal baggage, she came from a club who only symbolized betrayal to his club.
    “Did you want to die?”
    “I wanted to leave with them. We were going to leave to find a place to settle down. There were so many plans. I hoped to see Dalton fall in love. For so long he’d been looking after me, taking care of me. I couldn’t love him the way he wanted.”
    “He loved you?”
    “Yes. I was a selfish bitch. He loved me, and I couldn’t bring myself to love him.” The tears were falling thick and fast. “To me, he was my brother. Nothing else.”
    “You need to stop worrying about what he thinks, Lacey. He’s gone, and he’s not coming back.”
    A sob broke free at the harsh reality of his words.
    “Please, don’t say that.”
    Dalton’s gone. He’s never going to find love or know what love feels like. You’re selfish and should have died.
    “You’ve asked me to show you this house. In a few months it’ll be cleared away, and either another house, a set of apartments, or a business will take its place.”
    “All evidence they were here will be gone. No one knows about them.”
    Dalton and the club had spent so long intent on taking their revenge, and it had led them on this path. The path to their deaths. She should have known they wouldn’t make it out alive. The rumors about The Skulls had told her they were not a club to mess with. She’d tried so hard to get Danny to see reason, but he wouldn’t listen, refused to.
    “No, they’re not gone, Lacey. They’re inside you and part of you. They are gone, but you’re not dead. You’re living, breathing.”
    “I don’t deserve to be.” It didn’t matter what Whizz said. She knew the truth of what happened. Dalton asked her to stop looking for Whizz. He’d warned her about what would happen when Whizz knew the truth. Instead of listening, she did what she wanted to do.
    He covered her hands with his own. “You’ve got me.”
    Turning around, she stared up into his eyes. “I’ve not got you, Whizz. I never had you. I didn’t try to find you that night at the coffee shop, but I knew who you were. I knew what Alan did to you, what you were fighting. You need to let me go.”
    Whizz shook his head. “I’m not letting you go.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and forcing her to look back at him.
    Her mouth went dry from the possessive look staring right back at her.
    “You’re not going anywhere.