Nash(12)

Fuck, he’d almost killed her.

Nash blocked the first punch with ease. The next hit came at his ribs then to his stomach. Trying to get a hit of his own in was difficult. Tiny was in the peak of health and the strongest of them all.

Three strikes landed to his face knocking him back. Pain exploded behind his eyes. Tiny wasn’t in the mood for playing. This attack was cold, harsh, and if Nash wasn’t careful he wouldn’t last the next ten minutes. With each hit the leader of The Skulls was getting angrier. The hits were getting harder, and Nash spit blood out onto the tarmac.

“Your father would be fucking ashamed of you,” Tiny said. “He was my right hand man. He left you to me, and I helped raise you with Patricia, Eva, and fucking Mikey. You had everything you could want, and you turned into a fucking druggie.” Tiny slammed his foot into Nash’s stomach.

Going down to the floor, Nash went to his knees coughing and spitting more blood out of his mouth. The pain was intense, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. Tiny was on the warpath, and nothing was going to stop it.

You fucked up, Edward.

This had nothing to do with The Skulls. The club was what made him strong. What he’d done today was fuck up in ways he never thought he could.

Accepting the beating, Nash wished for death, finally letting go.

****

“You’ve got to stop him, Lash,” Sandy said. “He’s bleeding, and if he takes more blows it will kill him.”

“Are you sure?” Lash asked, wincing as another kick landed on his brother. He wanted to stop Tiny, but Nash needed this. The last few months had been a disaster when it came to his brother. There was nothing else Lash could do.

“Even The Skulls are vulnerable to internal bleeding and death.” Sandy looked ill as she turned her back to what was happening.

“Lash,” Angel said, grabbing his hand. “Stop him.”

Hardy stepped forward. “The beating the boy is getting is what he deserves, but Tiny is acting like this because of Eva. He has a right, but it’ll kill him if he kills Nash.”

Biting his lip, Lash couldn’t handle his brother being hit. Charging past the rest of the Skulls, Lash grabbed Tiny off his brother.

“Let him go, Tiny. You’ve done enough.” Lash faced his leader and one of his closest friends prepared to do whatever it took to save his brother.

“He almost killed Eva.” Tiny spat on Nash. “Your woman is pregnant, and he brought drugs into my compound. He’s fucking finished.”

“I can get him clean. This is not like Nash at all.”

“Of course it is. He’s the weakest one here. The fucker needs a wakeup call, and The Skulls are not for the weak.”

Running a hand down his face, Lash looked at his brother. If Tiny kicked him out of the club, Nash would be as good as dead. All the shit his brother had caused would come crashing down on him. You were either a brother, or you were kicked to the curb.

There was only one way to keep him in the club.

“I’ll take his beating for him. I’ll vouch for him.” Lash faced Tiny prepared to do everything that would guarantee his brother’s safety. If he was going to get his ass kicked, then Nash was getting the detox, but Lash would be the one to handle it.

The brothers looked at him.

“Why’s he getting the beating?” Killer asked.

“Lash is vouching to keep his brother in, which means the punishment needs to be paid. He needs to take the beating on Nash’s behalf to keep him inside,” Murphy said.

“No, he’s done nothing wrong,” Angel said.

Lash glanced toward his woman, seeing the tears in her eyes. Murphy held her back with Sandy trying to talk to her. “He’s my brother, and I’m not leaving him alone in the dark. It’ll kill him.”

“You’re prepared to take the beating for him?”

“Yes,” Lash said, tightening his hands into fists.

You owe me fucking big time, brother.

“Lash, no,” Angel said. Her voice rose up to meet him. Looking at Tiny, he saw the resolve. This beating needed to come into order. There had been too much shit going down in the last year for anything to slide.

Raising his hand in the air, he asked for two minutes without actually speaking.

Tiny nodded, turning away.

Walking back to where his woman was being held by Murphy, he cupped her face, glaring at the other man to let her go.

“You can’t do this, Lash. You do this, and he could kill you. I can’t raise this baby alone.”

“Can you get my brother into my car?” he asked, turning to Hardy. The other biker agreed and left.

“This is not right,” Angel said. Tears were streaming down her face.