Nash (The Skulls) (20 page)

“What’s the matter, baby? We’ll get out of this.”

“Gill, the one who touched me, he and his goons were the ones who beat me up. If it wasn’t for your brother I’d be in an awful state.”

His grip on the chair tightened. He’d not known the connection the men had to his woman. Fuck, he needed to get them out of there.

“I’ll protect you.”

“He’s your supplier, isn’t he?” she asked.

“Yeah, I pissed him off.”

She chuckled. “Do you really think we’re getting out of here?”
She wasn’t fighting her cuffs, and he didn’t like how desolate she looked.

“
We’re getting out of here. My brothers will be coming for both of us. They wouldn’t leave us alone. I know they wouldn’t,” Nash said. He hoped to God they’d brought Chaos Bleeds. Before he’d been taken he didn’t want them anywhere near Fort Wills, but now he saw the value in having the other biker club.

“Well, we’re tired of all the sweetness going on in this room,” Willy said, entering through the
back of the warehouse door.

Nash stared at the older man, wishing he was free. He’d love to knock the smirk of the bastard’s face. Willy wasn’t even paying him any attention. The other man walked to Sophia’s side.

“You really should have been nicer to me at work,” Willy said, caressing her face. “This would have gone a lot differently.”

She turned her head away from him.

Fight, Sophia. Don’t let them win.

“Fuck off,” Sophia said.

Willy laughed and slapped her around the face. She was already tender from the truck accident. Sophia cried out, whimpering.

The other two men walked into the room
, Gill and Nash’s supplier carrying their pouches with them. Whatever they had planned Nash knew he wasn’t going to like it.

“So, we’ve been having a little talk with each other. Your supplier, we’ll call him John seeing as you don’t know his name, Nash, has given us a lot of information. You like your coke.”

Gill lifted a white bag of powder.

“
I’m over that shit,” Nash said.

“We heard.” Willy spoke up. “I’ve got a little problem, Nash.
Someone hired me to get to you. The fact Sophia is part of the deal is just a bonus to me.” Willy stroked a finger down her face. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to you, but I’m bored, and I like to hurt people.”

Nash didn’t like where this conversation was going.
Who the fuck had hired Willy and Gill along with all those goons he’d seen? There was a lot more going on than he ever realized.

“So, we’re thinking torture you and dope Sophia up,” Gill said.
“Our orders are to keep you alive and maybe weaken you a bit. They never said anything about hurting her.”

“What the fuck is this about?
Who the fuck hired you? Do you have any idea who you’re fucking dealing with? She’s innocent. What do you hope to achieve drugging her and beating the shit out of me?” Nash asked. He needed to protect Sophia. Getting her out of danger was his top priority, but he needed to know who wanted to keep him alive.

“Fort Wills is
no longer going to belong to The Skulls. You and your men have overstayed their welcome. It’s time fresh blood took over the town, and the men who hired us are the ones to do it.”

Nash waited for more. “That it? Your diabolical plan is to get rid of The Skulls.”
Who would have hired these fucking thugs, and who wanted to take on The Skulls?

When they didn’t say anything else, Nash started laughing. “You’ve got no fucking chance of getting rid of the club. We are the fucking town.”

Gill walked over and slammed his fist into Nash’s face. Sophia cried out. Staring up at the man who’d hurt his woman, Nash focused all his hatred toward the man in front of him. “We’re going to get everything out of you, fucker. The Skulls will not know what hit them when one of their own gives them up. I believe your future and that of your club is going to be dead in the ground.”

Again Nash laughed. “I’m not giving you anything.”

“No?” Gill asked.

He stayed silent staring into the eyes of the man he was going to kill. Nash was going to tear Gill apart limb from limb
, and he was going to enjoy it.

The other man turned to his ex-supplier who was holding a syringe. The guy
arranged a tourniquet around her upper arm, finding a vein. The needle was pressed into Sophia’s arm. Nash watched as his woman tensed. The drugs in the syringe were plunged into her body.

“A little heroin can go a long way,” Gill said. “You start talking
, or Sophia gets something else. I wonder how much shit she can take. Remember, Nash, our orders are only to keep you alive. We can find other whores to fuck. She was just a sweet deal.”

Staring at his woman on the table Nash saw the high claiming her. The pain she’d been feeling moments ago was gone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Lash, I fucking need you right now.

He knew how powerful the drugs were. Sophia wouldn’t survive the drugs. Heroin was fucking strong
, which is why he never touched the shit. Fuck, he needed to get Sophia away from them. She was going to die if he didn’t do something to stop them.

Gritting his teeth, Nash stared at the man in front of him. He knew his club well enough to know the men were doing everything they could to get to him.
Stalling them could work, but he’d need to be careful or risk hurting Sophia more.

Think, idiot, think.

“So why am I supposed to give you this information? The Skulls are hard assed men. What do you have that we don’t? Who wants me alive?” Nash asked.

He stared
among all three men. Willy was looking at Sophia a little too intensely. Fuck, he hoped she wasn’t allergic to any of the shit inside the drug. Today was supposed to be the best fucking day of his life, and at the moment it was turning into the fucking worst of his life.

Blowing out a breath he returned his focus back to Gill.

“Do you think we’re that fucking stupid? We got a call. We answered it for a price. I will tell you something though. Every single one of us are all wanted for something.”

“Petty thieves?” Nash asked.

Another punch landed to his jaw. When he was free he was cutting the guy’s balls off and feeding them to him.

“Not even close,” Gill said. “Murderers, rapists
, and a couple of thieves added to the mix. We want a place to settle down, and Fort Wills is it for some of us.”

“You think you’re going to get the whole town to cooperate without ditching you fuckers to the nearest cop?” Nash asked. The Skulls succeeded because they helped the town. They were the law. These men were criminals to start off with. The town folk would turn on them in an instant once they learned the truth.

“Sophia’s looking a little hot,” Willy said, unbuttoning the front of the dress she was wearing. Staring over Gill’s shoulder, Nash fought the restraints. He was so busy watching Sophia that he didn’t see the knife pushed through his thigh until it was there.

He cried out from the instant hit of pain. Yeah, he was going to kill every single fucker in this room
, and he was going to laugh while he did it.

“This is going to go easy or hard,” Gill said. “It’s up to you.”

The dress was open to the waist. He was pleased Sophia had insisted on a bra. Every dirty, hurtful thing he could think of Nash was going to do to these men.

“She’s not even fighting me,” Willy said. “Maybe I should make him watch as I touch her?”

“Do what you want. Remember you promised me a turn, but don’t fuck everything up. Scars wants everything clean for the pick up,” Gill said.

“Stay the fuck away from her.” Nash yelled the words spitting in Gill’s face as he did. He earned another stab to the leg and punch across the face. With their attention focused on him they would leave his woman alone.

I’m so sorry, Sophia.

If he’d not gotten hooked on the drugs he wouldn’t have put her in this position. He would do everything in his power to make it right.

No more drugs. No more fucking up.

“You’re in no position to order
anyone around.” The man torturing him walked around him in a circle. Didn’t these men know he’d been through hell and back? What they were throwing at him was nothing that The Skulls couldn’t do.

He started laughing as he thought about the men, even the crim
inals outside, taking on the biker group. If Tiny had Chaos Bleeds with them, then these men would be screaming like girls within moments.

Another hit to the face didn’t stop his laughter. Willy moved away from Sophia.
Nash would keep them away from her.

“Stop hitting him, Gill. I want to know what he finds so amusing.”
Willy approached with his arms folded.

Hanging his head, Nash made sure the men were completely on him. Now all he needed to do was keep their attention and stall them. He didn’t know how long he’d been
at the warehouse, but the sun was already starting to set.

“Come on then, enlighten me,” Willy said, bending forward.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood Nash looked up. “What I find so funny is you guys thinking you can win or even the bastards who hired thinking they could.”

“We’ve got more than enough force to take you on.” Willy no longer looked confident. The other man kept jerking his head in the direction of the door where their force was outside standing guard.

“You’ve got wanted men. Rapists, murderers, and a few fucking thieves to run the show. Whoever is in the background is fucking stupid. You’re pawns in a bigger fucking game.” Nash leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

Talk slowly. Draw everything out.

Glancing past their shoulders he saw Sophia staring at him. Tears were streaming from her eyes.

“I love you.” He watched h
er mouth the words to him.

Willy gripped his shoulders. “My men kill without thought.”

“Your men were caught. The Skulls,” Nash stopped to laugh, “they’re murderers. My brother snapped a man’s neck for touching his woman. You wouldn’t last ten minutes with my brothers.” They also had Killer along with plenty of other men. “We’d kill you all in a heartbeat.”

The silence was deafening. Willy looked tense while Gill looked pale. His ex-supplier was gripping his bag of tricks like it was a lifeline.

“You said you had this in the bag. You said I’d be protected and that they guaranteed our protection,” the supplier said.

“He’s bluffing. They’ve got nothing.
I’ve been promised, and no one crosses Scars or his club.”

****

Sophia was conscious of the talk, but she felt the drugs in her system. They felt heavenly. There was not a single worry in her mind. When she turned her head and watched as Nash got hit, she knew the drugs were masking the pain.

Don’t let them take over.

She’d heard that one hit of drugs could have you addicted. Lying on the table in danger of having far worse done to her, Sophia was determined not to get addicted to them. She’d enter any program they’d need to keep herself safe.

The guy who injected her started to move back. More shouting was happening.

“You’re not going fucking anywhere. We’re in this together,” Gill said, pointing a bloody knife at each man.

I want to get out of here.

Prior to the drugs her mouth had felt awful and swollen. Now she couldn’t feel anything or make any sense of her touch or taste. Licking her lips she stared up at the ceiling where there had been sunlight hours before. She no longer felt the pain of injuries, which she knew was bad for her.

Keeping her gaze on the ceiling she wondered how they were going to get out of this. If The Skulls didn’t come then she knew she was in for a worse fate than
being forced to take drugs. Her dress was half open, and the lust she’d seen in Willy’s eyes couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. She’s also heard what Gill said. They were going to take it in turns to rape her.

Her body felt so light. Sophia tried to stay focused on
that thought, but nothing was happening.

Willy moved beside her, reaching out to touch her. His hand hovered over her chest. She started laughing. Without the pain to immobilize her she could think of something else.

He gripped her face hard. “What the hell are you laughing about, whore?”

His hand was shaking where he held her in place.

“You’re going to die. You’re all going to die,” she said, chuckling.

“That’s my woman, men. She knows a lost cause when she sees one
, and you guys are lost causes.”

“You’re fucking bluffing
, and you know what, I’m going to fuck your whore right here,” Willy said.

Sophia wriggled in the restraints wishing she could get free. Staring at the ceiling, she heard the sound of clothes being torn off.

Come on, someone save us. Please, please, please.