“Tate is in hospital. She was rundown by a car with no license plate. There were witnesses, but everything is fuzzy.”
“Is Tate going to be all right?” Edward asked. Murphy still hadn’t said anything.
“They discovered she was pregnant, but she and the baby are doing okay even from the trauma. The doctors have warned it could still go either way,” Lash said.
“That’s not all, is it?” Sophia asked.
“Eva was attacked in a supermarket and is in a coma. Kelsey was shot in the arm, and Sandy was stabbed on her way to work this morning. They seem like completely random events, but they all have one thing in common … us.” Lash slammed his hand down on the table. “I’ve put Angel into lockdown. I think it’s time you do the same.”
“I’m not known to be around The Skulls. I’m running out of clothes, and I need to get to my apartment. It has been a couple of weeks,” Sophia said.
“No, you’re going to lockdown,” Edward said. Their women had been targeted. “The only women who haven’t been hit are the ones that had a Skull on them?”
“Yes. Tate was leaving the Salon when she was hit,” Murphy said. “I didn’t even think to put a prospect on her ass. She was so excited about Nash coming back and Sophia being with them. I’m so f**king stupid.”
Sophia caught his arm, forcing him to turn and face her. “You need to help your brothers. You can’t be worrying about me when they’re the most important.”
“You’re not going home.” He was not willing to risk her life. Sophia was the only reason he’d fought so hard with the detox. If he lost her, he’d go back to using to find that high he always got around her.
“I know it’s not appropriate, but we were going to come and tell you today that you’re patched back in. Everyone was amazed by your detox. Your strength has come through, and we all need you right now,” Lash said. He handed over the leather jacket he was holding. “Tiny got you another one made, and he apologized for the damage he caused. He wanted me to let you know he shouldn’t have gone off on you like he did. You deserved the beating, but not for the reason he gave it to you. Tiny wants to make sure everything is okay between the two of you.”
“Of course. I was a f**king dick.” Edward was shocked by the jacket. No, he wasn’t Edward anymore. He was Nash. He’d earned his patch once again, and there was no way he was losing his patch again. Running his hands over the leather jacket he felt complete. This was everything he ever wanted.
Looking up at the two men, he put the jacket on his shoulders.
“It’s good to have you back, brother,” Lash said, embracing him. Murphy slapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to Sophia.
She ran her hands up the front of the jacket. “You look sexy, Nash,” she said.
He was back and ready to fight for his club.
“It’s time to go to the clubhouse. The club needs you.” Lash left the room, leaving the door open wide for his freedom.
“Are you ready to come home with me?” Nash asked.
Sophia was smiling. “You were so worried they wouldn’t want you back.”
“I’m never going to give them a chance to regret this,” he said.
“They won’t.” She disappeared into the spare bedroom, and she came back with her case.
“I’m not taking you home.” He took the case from her and headed out. Lash and Murphy hadn’t come on their bikes. They were in a truck. Helping Sophia into the back, he climbed in beside her and slammed the back of the door shut.
Nash put his arms around his woman, holding her close. She rested her head against him. Her hands were freezing cold, but he looked out of the window wanting to be up to speed with everything.
“Do we have any leads?” Nash asked.
“No. Tiny thinks it’s the drug lord’s family who attacked us last year. We can’t confirm it. Killer doesn’t think it’s The Lions. He believes his old club wouldn’t go quietly about taking over,” Murphy said.
“What if it’s independent?” Sophia asked, speaking up.
Lash was driving, but Murphy turned to stare at her.
“What?” All three men barked the word out in unison.
Sophia held her hands up. “None of you have a clue who is responsible for attacking you. I just think it’s a little foolish ruling everyone out that you already know. Why not think outside of the box? Maybe it’s a threat you’re not used to. Someone who has been watching and waiting.”
Nash saw that she had a point. The last few months had been a little hazy with the drug taking. He was out of the loop on a lot of things.
“Look, we’ll get to the clubhouse, and then you can fill Tiny in on all the crap when we get there. He’s freaking out with Tate and Eva down,” Lash said. “No, he’s not freaking out. He’s livid. He wants the bastards to be put down.”
Holding on tight to his woman, Nash couldn’t even think about anything happening to her. The very thought of visiting her in the hospital made him feel sick.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The drive was a long one. The factory where he’d been staying was on the outskirts of town in the very opposite direction from the clubhouse.
When sitting in the back of the truck there were no windows to see out of. He stared at the blank metal wall, wishing there was something he could do or remember to help. An unknown enemy was the worst type of enemy. Without knowing who had the problem, they were stuck on what to do or where to turn.
The Skulls were a force to be reckoned with. Only a f**king idiot would take them on and think they could get away with it.
“Look out!” Murphy yelled.
Tensing, Nash turned to look as the truck was crashed into from the side. He was thrown forward with Sophia doing the same. Nash couldn’t hold onto her and watched, helplessly, as she slammed into the other side of the truck hitting her head.
“Fuckers! Lash, watch out.”
Another hit sent him into Sophia. He heard something break and didn’t know if it was him, Sophia, or the f**king truck.
The tires were blown out, and the final jolt shoved the truck over. There was nothing for him and Sophia to hold onto. They were going with the truck with no source of help. He hoped his brother had his seatbelt on as they kept rolling over.
The truck stopped, rocking upside down.