Gash (The Skulls #13)

By: Sam Crescent

“You’ve changed,” he said.

Glancing up at him, she took a bite of her chicken, staring. “So have you. The last time I knew you, you wouldn’t have snuck into my apartment with the intention of killing me.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

Charlotte twirled her fork on the plate as she thought about her next question. “Why have you waited so long?”

“Long for what?”

“Looking for them? Looking for Rebecca and that … man.” She couldn’t bring herself to say his name. Charlotte never in all of her life considered herself a violent person When it came to him she wanted to witness his suffering, to be laughing in his face as he took his final breath. “It has been seven years.”

“I was in prison for five of those.”

I was in a mental hospital, trying to kill myself.

“What about the other two?”

Gash sat back, chewing his food. “The Skulls is my family. It’s the only family that I recognize.”

“You have more family?”

“A brother. I’ve not seen him in years. To be honest, he’s probably dead. He’s the one I was looking for when I was looking for Rebecca.”

“You don’t care?”

“Like I said, my family is The Skulls.”

“I never knew you had a brother.” Charlotte found it hard that he didn’t seem to care, but then she didn’t know his brother. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Blood doesn’t make family, Charlotte. Actions, loyalty, and love, that’s what makes a family. The Skulls were going through some serious shit by the time I was released. Tiny, my club Prez, he asked me to not go looking. I didn’t see a reason to bring more shit to the club. We’re all in a good place right now, and so I’m looking. I want to end this.”

“That’s a long time to wait.”

“I’m a patient guy.”

Biting her lip, she rolled the chicken and bread around her plate. “What happens when we find them?”

“We kill them.”

“Yes, we will.” She couldn’t look at him right now. Charlotte couldn’t tell him that when he was on trial she had been in a psych ward, trying to kill herself at every opportunity. How could she have helped him when she’d been doped up on drugs to stop her from trying to slit her wrist? Her hunger disappeared, and she got to her feet, dumping the contents of her plate into the trash. She needed to do something with her hands, and to stop nearly telling Gash about what happened. He blamed her for not coming forward, and she blamed herself as well. If she’d not taken that damn promotion, she’d have been here when he was first arrested. She had been thinking of herself, and her future.

“You’re coming with me. I believe you, but I need to get shit resolved. I need both of them to be dead, and gone.”

She gripped the counter, recalling the way he laughed at her screams. The way he looked so damn smug when she had woken in the hospital to find out what they’d done. Jeff Wright, the one man she wanted to kill more than anything else in her life. She truly believed she could kill him without care or thought.

“What happens to me after?” she asked.

“I don’t know. That’s up to you, and if you get cold feet, we’ll handle it.”

“You’ll kill me?” She was finding it hard to not be scared. This Gash scared her and he was nothing like the man she once knew. This man could easily kill her without a second thought.

“We’ll have to wait and see.”

Charlotte stared at him for several seconds. It may have even been minutes as she looked at the man who had haunted her dreams for years. She’d once been in love with Gash, wanting him from afar. For one night, she’d gotten her dream, only to have it shattered the next morning. It was part of the reason she’d taken the damn promotion, to get away from him and from Rebecca. Her heart had been fragile, and witnessing Gash with Rebecca had broken a part of her over the days they had been together. Whenever she thought of her feelings about Gash, she was always all over the place. There was no set feeling. She loved and hated him. He made her sad, angry, and aroused. He was bad for her.

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