Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) by Sam Crescent Page A

Dr. Peters committed suicide in his office later this afternoon.” Lash ran a hand down his face. “Whizz, he knew when I left. He’s watching us, and he’s watching this hospital.”
    “You don’t know that.”
    “The fucker was able to get in and out. He got to Peters. Someone who is a computer genius is helping him. Trust me.”
    “You want me to go and see?” Whizz asked.
    “Yes. I want to know who is helping him, where from, and exactly what he did today.”
    “Got it.” Whizz stood, leaving, and heading toward the security room.
    Sandy looked around the room, and she saw the anger, the fear, and the determination to beat this fucker.
    “We’re hurting,” Lash said. “I get that. We’re all hurting.”
    “What exactly do you want to us to do?” Dick asked. “Do you want us to sit on our asses, and wait for the next attack?”
    “We don’t,” Devil said.
    “Look, I know our people, and our women, our kids are in here. If Andrew is watching the hospital, we can’t talk about it here,” Stink said, speaking up. “We need to talk.” Stink stood up, staring at Lash, both men communicating together.
    “Agreed. Round everyone up. We will do this in two shifts. I don’t want any of our own at the hospital. I’m not going to risk it.”
    “Good for you, I’m here.” Everyone turned as Ned Walker entered the room, flanked by at least ten other men, fighters.
    “What the fuck?” Tiny asked.
    “My little girl called me. Told me what was going on, and I’m here, and look who I brought along for the ride.” Ned pointed behind him, and Sandy smiled as she caught sight of Butch. He was the brother who had betrayed the club and made amends but had been sent to Vegas to help The Skulls’ association there.
    “Butch,” Lash said.
    “Miss me?” He was embraced as The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds hugged and slapped him on the back. It had been a long time since she’d seen him.
    “Did you know about this?” Sandy asked.
    “No. I didn’t have a clue they were coming.”
    “Daddy,” Eva said, rushing toward her father.
    Ned opened his arms and held onto his daughter. “I came as soon as you called.”
    “I know, and thank you so much for coming. Really, thank you.”
    Sandy felt tears spring to her eyes as she watched the reunion between father and daughter. That was something she was never going to experience. Her family was dead. “I came with some reinforcements,” Ned said.
    “I can see that.”
    “Now, you guys need to go and do whatever the fuck it is that MCs do. I’m here, and so are my boys.”
    “Hey, Gavin,” Eva said.
    The large man beside Ned greeted her, as did many of the other fighters. Sandy hadn’t seen so much bulk and muscle in one place. Mix the fighters in with the MCs, and it was a large bed of amazing. Damn, would they allow her to get some baby oil?
    This was not the time to have her mind in the gutter. She needed to step away from the gutter, and focus on everything else.
    Sandy watched as the men arranged to go off and have their meeting. She stayed in her seat.
    Minutes later, Stink came toward her. “You’re going again, aren’t you?”
    “I don’t have a lot of choice. We need to deal with this fucker.”
    She stood, tucking her hair behind her ear. “They probably need me around here, so I’ll do that.”
    He reached out, gripping her hips. “Talk to me.”
    “It’s nothing. I’m just worried.”
    “Ned and his fighters will be here. He’s the only one I trust with you, and with our women. Lash knows what he’s doing.”
    “It’s not about that. He came into the hospital, and got past us all. Angel almost died, and Tate’s got a whopping big black eye to prove it. I’m asking you to be safe, for me, please.” She cupped his face, running her thumbs across his cheeks.
    “I’m not used to you being worried about me. I kind of like it, and I think I should do it more often.”
    “What? Have me worried about you?”
    “Yeah, I like it. You