The Skulls 8
The Skulls, 8
Two MCs and one enemy—who will come out alive?
Any threat against The Skulls and Tiny deals with it, but Gonzalez is not any ordinary threat. Taking him out will require more than a bullet to the head. It’s going to take time, patience, and help, but can Tiny trust Devil? No one’s been able to control the leader of Chaos Bleeds, so how far does Devil’s loyalty go? When Eva and Angel are attacked, Tiny loses it. He’ll handle the threat alone—and a friendship is torn apart.
Called away from Fort Wills, Devil has no choice but to deal with the dead body hung up outside of his compound. Lexie’s sister wasn’t part of his world, but now he has to deal with her death. He’s done with the threats, the deaths, and the uncertainty—and with Tiny. Devil’s going to take out the fucker that has almost destroyed his club, no matter who stands in his way.
No one is going to be the same again as Gonzalez leaves his mark wherever he goes. Who will survive? Who will die? And what will happen next?
Be Warned: anal play, bondage
“What’s the matter, honey? Did that bastard do anything to you?”
She chuckled. He always threatened Tiny whenever he called. It was funny even though she didn’t doubt for a minute that Ned would hurt Tiny if she asked. Her father was very protective of her, and she didn’t mind. It was nice having a man worry about her.
“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. It’s just this shit with Gonzalez. I don’t know, it’s all getting to me, you know?”
Ned sighed over the line. “It’s a shit situation we’re all in.”
“I’m scared.” She’d never in all of her years ever admitted to being scared before. This was a first. Being around a father who controlled a bunch of fighters, she had found it hard to be afraid of anything. She was finding it a lot easier now to be scared.
“Baby, honey, you’ve got to be strong. Talk to Tiny. I hate his fucking guts, but I also respect him. There’s no one else I’d trust with your safety than that man.”
Wiping the tears that had fallen, she smiled. “I know.”
“He loves you.”
“I know. It’s not him I’m worried about. What’s going to happen? I don’t know what I’ll do without him, Dad.”
Ned was silent on the other end of the line. “You’re my daughter. You’ll do what I’d expect you to.”
“Anything happens to Tiny, you’ll get Miles and Tabitha and all your passports, and then you’re on the first flight here. I don’t give a shit what anyone says. You’re my daughter, and you’ll come fucking home.” She heard some muttering in the background. “Do you hear me, Eva? You will come home and I’ll protect you along with my boys. You’ve got nothing to worry about in that respect.”
“I can’t stand for anything to happen to him or any of the club.”
“We’ve all got to deal with losing someone. Don’t let it scare you, Eva. You’re better than this. You’re a club woman, an old lady to Tiny. Deal with the shit when it comes, but until then, embrace the time you’ve got him. I can’t promise it won’t hurt. It will. It’ll hurt more than anything you’ve ever known, but afterward, you’ll slowly start to mend the pieces of your broken heart.”
“It’s going to go bad, isn’t it?” she asked, hearing the fear in his voice.
“I’m preparing you for the worst in the hope it doesn’t happen. All I’ve ever done is try to prepare you.”
“Daddy, I’m not ready for this.”
“You will be. No one is ready for it until it actually happens.”
Noise near the door made her look up. Tiny was staring down at her with concern in his eyes.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Talk with Tiny or I will.” Those were Ned’s final words before she hung up the phone.
Wiping the last of her tears aside, she smiled at him. “I didn’t hear you approaching.”
“Your dad going to come and kick my ass?” Tiny helped her to her feet.
“No, of course not.”
He had the pantry door closed with her pressed up against it. “I don’t want you to be afraid.” Her chest was to the door. Tiny wrapped her hair around his fist, moving the strands out of his way.
“I can’t help it.”
“Then try. I’ll never let anything happen to you,” she heard him say as he inhaled her scent. His tongue licked a path from the pulse in her neck to her earlobe. “You’re my everything, Eva.” He bit down, making her moan.
“Please,” she said, begging.
With his free hand, he glided his fingers up underneath her shirt.
“I need to be inside you. Fucking you is never enough. I’ve got to have you again.” He tore open her shirt. Someone pushed on the handle of the pantry door about to open it. Tiny slammed his palm against on the wood. “Fuck off. We’re busy.”
“Oops, sorry, man. I’m hungry,” Pussy said, shouting through the door.
Tiny palmed her breast even as Pussy’s mumbling complaints could be heard through the door.
“No, I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. I’m going to fuck you to make us both feel better, and then I’m taking you shopping. Shut the fuck up complaining. You want this as much as I do.” He nibbled on her neck, cutting off any complaint she might have had.
With one tug on her bra, he tore the fabric, leaving her tits hanging free.
“Fuck, I love your body, Eva. Never change, baby. I never want you to change.” He tugged on her nipples, pinching and stroking the hard peaks. She didn’t have any other choice than to take his wicked torment.
Eva couldn’t complain about anything he’d done to her. Each erotic touch set off a burning deep inside her. She needed his hands and mouth on her body.
“Please,” she said, whimpering.
“I will when I’m good and ready.” He moved onto the next breast, fingering her nipples. She cried out as the sharp pain went straight to her clit. “That’s it, baby. Shout my name. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No, anything but that.”
“Then you better tell me what you want otherwise I’m leaving you like this.”
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