Once he was naked, Angel took the soiled clothing away. He was surprised Lash let Angel see him butt ass naked. Last time he checked, his brother was on the possessive side.
“Do you want to be kicked out of the club? Is this your deal?” Lash asked.
The high he’d been having moments ago was crashing all around him. The highs didn’t last long all the time. His highs varied from thirty minutes to two hours. The fix was always short, and he never wanted to keep doing it. He’d not been trying to do anything other than deal with his life. Why did his brother have to come and ruin every single moment he had?
“Fuck off,” Nash said, closing his eyes. He was trying to escape everything.
What are you trying to escape? Your life is not a problem. Taking drugs is the fucking problem.
His face was gripped tightly. He opened his eyes, seeing Lash looking angry. Nash couldn’t recall a time when Lash had been this angry or at least when the anger was directed at him.
“You’re not getting away with shit that easily. When did you start fucking using?” Lash asked.
The grip on his face tightened. If Lash wasn’t careful he’d break Nash’s jaw. Along with Killer, his brother was The Skulls’ muscle now. Both men were hard as rocks, and he knew Lash could kill a man with his bare hands.
“I found some stash and needed a pick-me-up. I got it, and now I like it. I don’t have a problem.” He shoved Lash’s arm away, stepping under the cold water.
“You don’t have a problem?” Lash asked.
“No, I don’t.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lash speak with Angel, then kiss her on the lips before turning back to him. The sound of the bedroom door being slammed echoed through to the bathroom.
“If you don’t have a problem then please fucking tell me how a guy from the next town over was found beaten almost to death, but he was able to tell your description.”
Nash froze under the water not saying a word. He thought he’d covered his tracks. Looking for drugs in Fort Wills was dangerous and fucking stupid. Tiny knew everything that was going on inside his town. Mess with Tiny and you messed with the whole Skulls. Nash had only wanted a pick-me-up.
“Did I also forget to mention this guy, the one that was beaten, is a known druggie? He supplies and takes the shit. You have put The Skulls back on the map, you shit-head, but not just for distribution, no, you’ve got us all on the mark for taking the shit as well through the rumor mill.” Lash stopped, stepping away. “Alex is going ape shit over this. You’ve messed up with the next shipment ‘cause we’ve got to lay low. Enemies are created by not meeting bargains, shit-head.”
Nash listened to everything Lash said feeling his stomach turn.
Turning off the shower, he ignored his shaking hand. Lash handed him a towel.
“Tiny’s on the warpath, and when he comes at you, you better be careful,” Lash said.
“You’re not going to stop him?”
“No, I’m not. Maybe getting your ass hurt or even kicked out might make you realize the shit going down.” Lash looked him up and down.
He was surprised by the look of disgust on Lash’s face.
“What?” Nash asked, getting angry.
“I’m just thinking about Mom and Dad. I wonder what they’d have to say to your addiction. The Skulls is not a place to be messing around.”
Lash turned to leave. Fisting his hands at his side, Nash stopped himself from asking for help.
He didn’t have a problem, and there was no way he was going to let his brother talk him into thinking he had a problem.
At the door Lash turned. He stalked back toward him, and Nash waited.
Nash didn’t expect the fist, especially from his brother. He went down as the punch knocked him off balance. His brother hovered over him.
“You ever bring shit like that near my woman again and I’ll fucking kill you.” Lash turned away, without looking back.
Grabbing the side of his face, Nash tried to get to his feet unsteadily. When he looked at his reflection in the mirror he saw the blood flowing from his lip.
Checking out his appearance he saw how the drugs he’d been taking affected his body. He rarely ate anymore, and the signs of not eating were starting to show. His skin looked pale, and there was an unhealthy sheen to his skin.
Fuck, he looked a mess, nothing like the man he was a couple of months ago.
That’s what the drugs do to you.
Nash cut off the thought, brushed his teeth, and grabbed his clothes. He didn’t need confirmation in the mirror that he looked like shit because he felt it.
Opening his bedroom door he headed downstairs to get some breakfast. Hardy and Rose were sat at the table. Several of the sweet-butts were cooking, but for the most part the clubhouse was empty.