“I’m going to make sure everyone gets the message that they don’t mess with me, Tiny. If you sent out a few more messages you wouldn’t have bastards hurting your women and taking your men.” Devil looked around the club. Angel was stood by his side, and Lash saw the other man’s eyes land on her. He didn’t like the interest in his eyes.
“Sweet-butt or old lady?” Devil asked.
“Pregnant old lady,” Lash said, gritting his teeth to speak.
Devil smirked. “Get bored of him, sugar, and I’ll take care of you.”
Lash tightened his arm around his woman and glared at Tiny.
“Don’t poach on my land, Devil.”
“Look, I’ll deal with my shit my way, and you deal with your shit your way. Do we have a deal?” Devil asked.
“Deal. Tell me the name of the woman,” Tiny said.
“Karla Howard.” The word was spat out of Devil’s mouth. Lash knew the woman was as good as dead when the other man got to her. Whatever she’d done had put him on edge.
“Never heard of her,” Tiny said.
“You got someone to find shit out? I’ve had no luck in that department.”
“Whizz, run the name.” Tiny didn’t break eye contact as he let out the order. Whizz left the group and went to the nearest computer. “He’ll have the answers you need.”
“Good. Now tell me about the bastard who has your guys. No one touches a club bitch and gets away with it. Are they as sweet as that sugar there?” Devil asked.
Lash held her tighter, showing his claim. The sooner they found his brother and this club was on the road the happier he’d be.
****
Nash stared at his old supplier. The guy’s bruises had all but disappeared from the last time he’d taken a swipe at the bastard. He shouldn’t have let up at all. What was the guy’s name? The men intent on giving him a headache left the room. Sophia was sobbing on the table.
“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 f**k 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 f**k is this about? Who the f**k hired you? Do you have any idea who you’re f**king 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 f**king thugs, and who wanted to take on The Skulls?
When they didn’t say anything else, Nash started laughing. “You’ve got no f**king chance of getting rid of the club. We are the f**king 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, f**ker. 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.