Willy was whimpering, and the supplier was crying out, sobbing.
“This one has already pissed himself,” Blaine said, holding Willy in place.
Nash stared at the three men feeling the anger build up inside him. He needed to end them, but before he did, he turned toward his woman.
The bruising was visible to him now as he looked at her. Dried blood coated her head, and there were marks along her arm. She was holding her dress together. Sophia shivered. Her black hair fell around her in waves. She looked like an angel sent from hell.
“Kill them, Nash. They were going to torture us.” She stopped, licking her split lip. “And they were going to do far more than that with me. I need to see them dead instead of looking over my shoulder.”
Staring into her eyes, Nash saw the truth in her eyes. The men before him had to die before she could feel safe once again.
Turning back to the men, he pointed at Gill. “You, I’m hurting you last.”
He moved toward the supplier. Bending down, he picked out three syringes and headed toward the men.
Supplier started screaming and fighting the hold his brothers had on him. “You injected my woman and were happy to do so.” Sticking in the syringes, Nash stared into his eyes as he plunged the shit into his body. “Let’s see how you like it.”
Nash didn’t stop injecting the man until he had no pulse. There was no satisfaction inside him. He checked to make sure Sophia was handling what she was seeing. When he didn’t see revulsion in her eyes, he moved on to Willy.
He felt the respect and love of his club behind him. They had his back, and now he was able to prove to them all that he was never going to go off the rails again. When Willy stopped screaming and finally ceased to live, he turned all of his hatred onto Gill. This f**ker was going to get the worst kind of treatment.
****
Snitch felt his anger turn to rage as he saw the beginning of his plan crumble around him. Tiny was with Devil from Chaos Bleeds. If the other biker group had been picked it wouldn’t have f**king mattered. He would have gotten what he wanted most, revenge against Tiny, the leader of the f**king Skulls.
“We’ve got to get out of here, boss,” Scars said.
“You f**ked this up. You promised me these men would do the job. They left his brother alive, and they’re being killed.” Snitch grabbed the handlebars of his bike tightly.
“I gave the orders, and they f**ked them up.” Scars argued his point. “We’ve got to come up with another plan. If we don’t get out of here we’re going to be on their list of f**kers to kill.”
Snitch kept his gaze on the scene at the warehouse. They’d been minutes late from getting Nash. All he’d wanted was for Nash to be alive. With the biker alive, and being both weak and close to Tiny, he’d have gotten information out of the bastard before killing him. Taking The Skulls down one by one had been a good plan. Settling his gaze on Tiny, he knew he’d have to be patient to get to the man he wanted. He was going to kill Tiny, claim the town, and finally have his revenge.
Wait, plan, and succeed.
“Sleep well, Tiny. You’re not going to be sleeping for long.” Gunning his bike, he pulled away without being seen.
****
Sophia lay in the hospital bed hearing the nurses and doctors around the room. Nash was in the emergency room being treated for his injuries whereas she was laid out on the bed waiting for the he**in to leave her system. When the doctor said she could be clear of the drugs, she’d never felt so happy in all of her life. The problem would come after the drugs were out of her system. They were keeping her in to monitor her reaction afterwards. She’d been terrified by the consequences of the drugs inside her and knowing they could still have an effect, terrified her more. All she could do was wait.
She was also in the bed for a concussion and several cracked ribs. The crash in the truck had caused her far more damage than the drugs. The doctor hadn’t liked the damage he’d seen and sent her for x-rays along with blood tests. Staring at the blank white wall, Sophia wished someone would give her an update on what was happening.
A feminine voice cleared its throat. Looking up, Sophia saw Tate sat in a wheelchair in the doorway. The other woman was wearing a hospital gown.
“Murphy told me what happened. He’s gone to get an update, and I thought I’d check on you.” Tate wheeled into the hospital room.
“Are you all right?”
“Considering I was run down by a maniac, I’m all right,” Tate said, stroking her stomach. “I’m relieved. My little baby is doing okay. How are you?”
“I’m handling it.” Sophia sat up, reaching out to take her hand.
“They’re keeping me for observation.” Tate tightened her hold.
“I’m sorry about everything that has happened to you.”
Tears welled in Tate’s eyes. “It’s a risk you take by being with them. Murphy can’t stand the idea of anything bad happening to me. He’s just going to have to get used to the fact I’m not going anywhere. I love him, and I’m not leaving him. I’m his old lady, but he’s my old man.”
She listened to Tate talk. It was nice listening to another woman talk for a change. She’d been alone with bikers for such a long time she’d started to forget what female company felt like.
“Are you going to tell me what went down tonight?”
Sophia bit her lip. Watching Nash kill all three men hadn’t bothered her, and she didn’t know if that was what upset her or not. She told Tate everything how he killed the drug dealer with his own drugs and cut off Willy’s dick and fed it to him. With Gill, he smashed his face in. She wasn’t afraid of Nash. He’d protected her when she needed it. Her love was not wavering. She still wanted to be in his life without any worry.
Murphy cleared his throat alerting them to his presence. “Nash is causing a fuss wanting to see you. The doctors and nurses won’t let him here until he takes their tests. He was in the accident as well.” He handed Tate some tea.
She watched Murphy stroke Tate’s cheek and then caress her shoulder. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m good, baby. Nothing is going to keep me down. I’m here for the long run. I’ve got a feeling little baby bump is, too.” Tate covered his hand, smiling.
“We’ll get through this.”
“When you see Nash, tell him I’m waiting for him when he can come up,” Sophia said. Murphy nodded, and after ten minutes he pulled Tate from the room, moving her away. She watched the other woman go.