“Hardy had a word with him as well,” Lash said. “If Hardy’s seen what’s going on then it’s only a matter of time before Tiny does.”
“Tiny’s trying to work stuff out with Eva. He’s distracted for now.”
Lash shook his head. “He’s not. The club will always come first. You know that’s the truth.”
He blew out a breath wishing there was something more he could do. It was only a matter of time before Tiny found out the truth. Lash only hoped Tiny remembered Nash as a boy, as otherwise his brother was well and truly fucked.
Chapter Three
One week later
Giving up the drugs was not a good idea, and Nash didn’t have a problem with them. He was more in control than ever before. Locking his bedroom door, he pulled out his stash of white powder and moved toward the bedroom. Tiny had called in all the members for a meeting, and he had twenty minutes before he was needed.
Going through to his bathroom, Nash locked the door. He pulled out his tray and started to arrange the powder in a line. Rolling up a note, he placed the note toward the powder and inhaled. The buzz happened immediately.
After he’d snorted a couple more lines Nash was more than ready to face downstairs. He ran some water, wetting his hair and wiping away the evidence of what he’d done. Nash felt alive and full of energy. Once he was finished, he pocketed his gun and made his way downstairs. Rose, Tate, Angel, and several of the women were playing cards around a table. The clubhouse was buzzing. Lash was talking with Blaine, and the prospects were waiting for work to be done.
Slamming his palm down on the counter he ordered a beer. The prospect looked unsure about getting him what he wanted. Nash saw the boy was looking toward his brother.
“Hey, fuckwad, don’t look toward my brother. I want a beer, and get me a fucking beer.”
“Nash, go easy. He’s new,” Lash said, suddenly standing beside him.
Jerking toward his brother, Nash saw his brother was frowning. “What the fuck are you doing telling the prospect not to get me a drink?”
“Tiny gave the order, no drinks.”
“He’s never given a shit before. Why is he changing his mind?” Nash asked.
The room had gone silent.
Stop this. This is not like you.
No matter how hard he tried, Nash couldn’t stop.
“Stop this, Nash. You’re going to make everything worse.”
Smiling, Nash looked around, settling on Angel. “Why don’t you start worrying about knocking up your slut and leave my drinking to me.”
It was the wrong thing to say, and in the back of his mind, Nash couldn’t believe what he’d just done.
Lash didn’t wait. He hit out, slamming his fist in the side of Nash’s face.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Lash asked. “That’s my woman, Nash. My old lady and you think I’m going to let you disrespect her?”
The other hit made Nash laugh. Getting to his feet he found his gun, and he raised it in the air. Something didn’t feel right about him. “Come on, guys, life is a party. We shouldn’t be wasting it on bitches or whores or old ladies.”
Before he could stop himself, he pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, and what followed was chaos.
Tiny charged out of his office, and Eva was flat on the floor.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Nash dropped the gun to the floor, and another shot rang out.
“Eva, are you all right?” Lash asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Blaine was getting up from the floor. “I saw where he was pointing. He had a clear headshot of Eva.”
“What?” Tate asked. The whole club was tense.
Nash was watching everything as if he wasn’t part of the show. It was as if he’d escaped his body and was watching from the outside. Lash was stood with Angel, who’d been thrown to the floor by Steven. Eva was pale, and Tate looked ready to murder him.
“Nash had a clear shot of Eva’s head. If I hadn’t done what I did, he was going to kill her,” Blaine said.
“I wasn’t.”
Tiny was in front of him in a blink of an eye. “You stupid little fucking shit.” The lapels of his jacket were tugged, and he was being dragged outside. The sun blinded him for a second, and he was thrown to the ground. Glancing around him, Nash watched as the other Skulls gathered around him. Even Alex Allen was there doing business and he’d witness Nash’s fall. Before all the drugs had taken over, Nash recalled that the other man was trying to move back to Fort Wills.
“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I was having a little fun,” Nash said, giggling. The laughter was uncontrollable. In the back of his mind he knew he’d fucked up and should be begging for forgiveness. Instead he found the whole situation funny.