Chapter One
Nash stared up at the ceiling, but he couldn’t see a thing in front of him. Everything was blurry as the coke he’d just inhaled went straight to his brain. Kate’s supply, which he’d found within her belongings that Sophia had given him, hadn’t lasted long. The shit he’d found by beating one of the local drug dealers in the next town over was sending him in a spin. Fuck, if he didn’t get his shit together, Tiny was going to out him. The club had few rules, but one of the few rules was no drugs. They transported the shit, but they never took the stuff. He lay on his bed, his mind going a mile a minute and his body bursting with energy. The high was always so addictive, and he loved it.
Running a hand down his face, he couldn’t stop giggling. The drugs were the most fun he’d experienced in years. Not even being balls deep in pussy could compare to the rush of being high. His thoughts turned to Sophia, the one woman he could never have.
Go back to her. Don’t take no for an answer.
Even as the thoughts entered his mind, Nash cut them off. He wasn’t going to be some kind of fucking pussy by chasing a bitch. Forcing himself to forget about her, he brought himself ‘round to the high he was currently experiencing. To think he’d missed out on all this shit by staying in control to follow in his father’s and brother’s footsteps. The Skulls had been his life for as long as he could remember. There was nothing else he wanted to do with his life other than be a Skull. However, he wanted Sophia and could no longer have her because of the fucking drugs. At least that was one of the reasons he couldn’t claim Sophia. Fuck! All the problems were crashing down on him, threatening to crush him. Nothing was going to spoil his high. No wonder Kate loved drugs. He saw the attraction.
Not that he was addicted.
Laughing, Nash let his hand fall to the floor. He hung off the bottom of his bed staring at everything oddly. Thinking about Kate brought back memories of Sophia, no matter how many times he tried to forget about her, and his rush came crashing down around him. The one woman he wanted more than anything and he couldn’t have her because of his relationship with her whore of her sister.
“Correction, dead whore,” he said. Speaking to himself had become a pastime to him. No one would listen to him, and he tried not to spend too much time around the other Skulls. The moment Tiny realized he was using, he’d be out on his ass. “Can’t have big brother on my case.” The Skulls was the only thing that made sense in his world.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lash asked. Turning his head slightly, Nash saw his big brother stood near the open doorway with Angel right behind him. Angel was a blonde and innocent looking type. She reminded him a little of Sophia in the innocent look but not the hair. No, there was nothing blonde about his woman. Sophia was all midnight black hair and deep brown eyes.
His cock thickened thinking about his sweet, innocent Sophia. Not that he could ever have her. It wasn’t possible for him to have the woman of his dreams. Nope, he’d fucked her sister instead, while also thinking about Sophia. He was totally fucked, and now he was taking drugs. Nash laughed, thinking about how long it had taken him to fuck his life over.
Fuck, he really needed to get a life.
“What’s going on, Lash?” Angel asked. Her voice was sweet. Nash really did love his sister-in-law. She never judged anyone within the club or the women, but she stuck beside his brother. The couple should win some award for the strength and love between them.
“He’s fucking high.” Lash pulled her into the room, slamming the door behind him.
“High? If he’s high then Tiny’s going—”
“To kick his ass when he finds out. Nash will be out on his ass for the first time in the world,” Lash said, interrupting his woman.
“You’ve got to help him.” Angel was as sweet as her voice. What was it about innocent women that the Skulls liked? Nash was starting to hate all the innocence going on around the clubhouse. They needed to find some kinky women who liked being tied up and spanked. Then he’d have a much better time with everything. Rolling over, he ended up on his ass, laughing. “He’s in really bad shape.”
Lash grabbed him by the jacket he was wearing. “Fuck, brother. When was the last time you washed?” Lash winced away at the stench coming from Nash.
Nash shrugged as he couldn’t remember.
In one swift move, Lash was tugging him toward the bathroom, barking orders at Angel at the same time. He was dumped in the shower and the water turned on. Growling in anger, Nash tried to hit out at his brother, but Lash dodged the blows easily while pulling off Nash’s clothes. If he hadn’t been high then his brother wouldn’t be trying to get him out of his clothes.