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Savage Brothers.
    “This wasn’t her fault. She came to help Butch.”
    Lash shrugged. “Look, we’re all hurting from the shit that went down. I know I’m not in the mood to deal with her, but I promised Tiny I’d help.”
    “She’s not going to kill me.”
    “We’re not going to take that chance because you don’t think it.” Lash pocketed his cell phone as Lacey walked out of the room.
    “Hey,” she said. Her gaze moved from him to Lash.
    “Let’s get this show on the road.” Lash left the room.
    Offering his hand, Whizz was surprised when she took it.
    “Are you going to kill me?” she asked.
    “Do you really think I saved you just to kill you now?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
    Tilting her head back with a finger underneath her chin, Whizz shook his head.
    “I’m not going to kill you, and neither is Lash. He’s there because the club doesn’t trust you.” He kept back the part about most of the men wanting her dead. She didn’t need to know how hurt the club was, at least not yet.
    Whizz understood why she was hurting. The Savage Brothers may have fucked them up, but they’d been her family for the longest time. Lacey wouldn’t forgive him easily.
    Closing his bedroom door, he led her down toward the main part of the clubhouse. Lash was already exiting the building as they rounded the corner where most of the men and women were standing.
    The entire room went silent. The sweet-butts, sensing the tension, stayed silent. Whizz held her hand a little tighter. He’d kill anyone who tried to hurt her. Murphy and Tate were standing together, smiling. When they turned to look at Lacey, their smiles became frowns. Tiny was crowding Eva where she leaned against the doorframe.
    Whizz took in the room, the relaxed forms that suddenly tensed when they took notice of Lacey. This was what the club had been like before Gonzalez hit, before Alan hit. The family was back together. Sweet-butts, old ladies, brothers, bikers, friends, family. They were finally coming together, and for the first time since joining The Skulls, Whizz felt apart from it. He wasn’t the same man and hadn’t been because of Alan.
    Lacey tightened her hand around his, and he couldn’t stop the sudden pain that hit his chest. This was his family, and yet it wasn’t.
    Killer approached, his friend and brother from The Lions who always had his back. But Whizz didn’t know what to expect from Killer right now as he’d not taken the time to talk to his friend.
    “Hey,” Killer said, offering Lacey his hand.
    His friend stared at him while he made the greeting.
    Lacey offered her hand. Compared to Killer, Lacey was so small.
    Kelsey approached with their son, Markus, on her hip. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
    When he got back he’ll make sure to speak with Killer. It had been too long since they last got together to catch up. So much had happened that needed to be changed.
    “I’m Lacey.”
    “Kelsey, and I’m Killer’s old lady.”
    Whizz tuned out as Kelsey introduced her son to Lacey. He looked at Lacey as she took in the baby. The yearning was there. He recognized it and wished there was something he could do to help her.
    “Come on, I’ve got shit to do,” Lash said.
    “We’ve got to go.” Leading the way out of the clubhouse, Whizz was aware none of the other members came to say hi. If Angel had been present she’d have said her welcome.
    “Wow, I thought they were going to kill me,” Lacey said, tucking some of her blue hair behind her ear.
    “They want to.” Lash spoke before Whizz got a chance to say anything.
    Shooting a glare at his friend, Whizz handed Lacey a helmet. “They’re still dealing with everything that has happened. It’s the first time in a long time where they’ve been able to relax.”
    She took the helmet of him. “I spoilt it?”
    “You didn’t so much as spoil it. You’re a reminder of everything they’ve lost.”
    “What about Butch? Is he okay?” She