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

should be worried about me.” He leaned in close and claimed her lips. “I love you.”
    Kissing him back, Sandy smiled. “I love you, too. Be careful.”
    She watched him disappear, and folded her arms around her waist.
    “It’s okay, Sandy. We’ll take care of you,” Ned said, placing his arm across her shoulders.
    She sighed. “Do you really think we’ve got a chance?” Ned was the kind of guy who gave it to her straight. He didn’t sugarcoat anything. Everything he said and did was for a reason. Eva was one hell of a woman from being brought up with him.
    “Andrew, the evil one we all know as Master?”
    “You’re in a chipper mood.”
    “Nothing like a visit to my daughter and grandkids to make me feel alive.” Ned chuckled. “What you’ve got to remember, Andrew is just a man. He was once an addict, and his anger has been pushed into pursuing revenge against the club. We know who he is. Master was faceless. We didn’t know him. He could have been anyone. Now, we know who he is, what he’s capable of, and now we can handle him and anything else he throws at us.” Ned pointed toward the doors where both clubs had just exited. “Don’t forget, he’s hit us all hard coming after the clubs. What he doesn’t realize is both Skulls and Chaos Bleeds feed on this. They will hunt him down, they will destroy him, and they’re going to make him wish he was never fucking born.”
    Sandy rested her head on his shoulder. “I knew there was a reason why I loved you.”
    “Honey, if I was ten years younger that man wouldn’t stand a chance.”
    “I bet you still put the ladies in their place, even now.”
    “I have been known to try.” Ned winked at her. “Now, I’ve been told a young girl has just lost a leg. That’s got to be tough.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Come on, Sandy, show me to our wounded so that I can give them a pep talk.”
    ****
    Paris stayed curled up in a ball as Andrew threw another chair against the wall. Russell stood away from the mess, arms folded, clearly waiting for whatever his boss was going to do.
    “Fucking, whoring, bitch!” The words were yelled out.
    “Are you going to calm down so I can have a look, or are you going to cause more damage?”
    “I need stitches.” Andrew sat down on the chair. “All women, they’re fucking cunts. They’re only good for one thing and that is having a dick rammed inside them.”
    “What did you expect? You went into the hospital, and that Peters guy pretty much gave the game away. Angel was already tensed and ready. You were too fucking blind to see it.” Russell peeled the shirt away from the wound, which looked ugly. “We’re going to need to get the doctor.”
    “Then call someone.” Andrew rubbed his temple. “I fucked up.”
    “You think?” Russell shook his head. “This is not going to be an easy fix. Why didn’t you fuck over Sophia, or the one in the coma? Angel’s a fucking old lady, and clearly a fighter.”
    “My information was wrong.”
    Paris looked over at Lola. The young woman had a black eye and mottled bruises along her body.
    It wouldn’t be long before they were thrown into the cells down in the basement. She wanted that to happen.
    “Before we get the doctor here, what do you want me to do about these two?” Russell asked.
    “Get them out of my sight before I fucking murder them,” Andrew said.
    One by one, they were grabbed and dragged into their cells. It was freezing in the basement, and it was hard to form a coherent thought.
    “Hey,” Paris said.
    “We’re not allowed to talk. I don’t want to get in trouble,” Lola said. “I don’t know why I care anymore. Death would be easier.”
    “Are you still in high school?”
    “Not anymore. I’m locked in a basement, waiting for the man who tortured me to let me go. That’s stupid, right? Waiting to be let go? It’s like dangling a bone in front of a dog. I’m never being let go. I’m going to die here.”
    Paris shook her head. “He let