“Fun? Shooting a firearm in my club and you’re calling it fucking fun.” Tiny’s hands tightened into fists by his side. The danger lurked in front of Nash, and he couldn’t give a shit.
“He’s not himself,” Hardy said. Nash was shocked by the other club member sticking up for him, especially after he’d threatened to out him.
“I see the problem with my own Skull, and I’m not going to stand for it.” Tiny stopped everyone from talking. “I gave you a reprieve because of Kate. She wasn’t your old lady but a sweet-butt. She meant nothing, and I still gave you time. I’ve given you too much fucking time, and it stops now.” Tiny stared at him with disgust.
The reality of his situation started to wake Nash up.
“It’s here, Sir.” Turning around, Nash saw one of the prospects holding his bag of white powder. The sight of his habit sent humiliation straight to his core.
“You little shit,” Nash said, walking toward the man. He stopped moving, and Tiny held onto him, stopping him from going anywhere.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Tiny asked.
“He had no fucking right to go through my shit.”
Shut up. You’re in the wrong. Shut up.
Lash walked out of the clubhouse with Angel, Tate, and Murphy in tow.
The disappointment on Lash’s face brought Nash’s whole world crashing down.
“How long have you been protecting him, Lash?” Tiny asked. There was no getting away from what was about to happen. Nash knew the end of his time was coming close.
“He’s my brother.”
Angel was holding Lash’s hand tightly.
I’ve fucked up.
Nash felt himself wake up completely. Opening his eyes, he remembered what he had done to Sophia a week ago when his brother had been celebrating Angel’s pregnancy. He’d gone back to his drug dealer and gotten more of the stuff that had brought about this.
He’d not seen Sophia in a week. The last time he’d seen her he’d been a total bastard to her.
You don’t deserve her.
Tiny raised his fist, and the first hit connected with his jaw. Nash went down, covering his face. When he opened his eyes he saw most of The Skulls standing with their arms folded. He’d brought this on himself. Butch, Lash, Hardy, Stink, Zero, Killer, Whizz, and Time were all there, including more of the men he’d been working with since he was patched into The Skulls to witness his end.
Druggie.
Addict.
Quitter.
Asshole.
Dangerous.
All the words rang out through his mind taunting him. Getting to his knees he climbed to his feet.
“You think you can be a drug taking asshole in my club you’ve got another think coming.” Tiny reached out tearing the cut off his back. Nash tried to fight, but it was useless. He was a little boy again only this time the man who had once given him comfort was tearing the comfort away from him by pulling the only thing he’d ever wanted, his leather cut for The Skulls. Tiny had been there for him when his parents were killed.
“Fucking stop it,” Nash said, feeling like a child instead of the twenty-nine year old man he actually was.
“You don’t deserve this cut.” Tiny threw it in the trash, and Nash watched as he lit a match and started to torch his leather jacket.
“Tiny,” Lash said.
He looked over toward his brother seeing the pain in Lash’s eyes. Nash felt like he was breaking apart inside.
“Stay out of this. I have rules. A couple of rules, Lash, and this fucker has taken the piss out of my rules.” Tiny turned back toward him.
Nash had seen Tony let loose on men who caused his family pain. The club was part of that family, and Nash had made the club a laughing stock. His actions put a dark ring around the club and made them look weak to their enemies. Dropping to his knees, Nash hung his head.
“Get to your fucking feet,” Tiny said.
No one spoke up, and Nash realized he’d fucked up big time. When he didn’t stand up, Tiny grabbed a chunk of his hair and brought him to his feet.
Ever since he’d joined The Skulls, Nash never thought he’d be the one facing this punishment. He’d prided himself on being an integral part of the group. In the last few months he’d fucked up big. Staring in Tiny’s eyes, Nash knew he didn’t have a choice. Raising his fists, Nash got ready to defend himself.
This was the price of bringing drugs into the group. He was the only one stupid enough to think he could get away with it. Tiny’s wrath also had to do with him putting Eva in trouble. Their leader wouldn’t claim Eva as his old lady, but everyone knew the truth. Anyone who laid a finger on the woman would end up dead after being tortured first.