“A little he**in 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 f**k. 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, f**k, f**k, f**k. Lash, I f**king need you right now.
He knew how powerful the drugs were. Sophia wouldn’t survive the drugs. He**in was f**king 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 f**king day of his life, and at the moment it was turning into the f**king worst of his life.
Blowing out a breath he returned his focus back to Gill.
“Do you think we’re that f**king 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, ra**sts, 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 f**kers 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 f**ker 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 f**k everything up. Scars wants everything clean for the pick up,” Gill said.
“Stay the f**k 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 f**king 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 criminals 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 f**king thieves to run the show. Whoever is in the background is f**king stupid. You’re pawns in a bigger f**king 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 her 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.