“That’s not my fault. He was with Kate.”
“Kate didn’t make him end up on drugs. I’ve never seen Nash like this. You better make sure he doesn’t f**k up,” Lash said, moving away. She watched him go to Angel.
Yearning hit her deeply as Lash put on a display. She guessed he wasn’t putting on a show for anyone else. The kiss he gave Angel was purely about giving his woman some loving. She wished there was a man out there who would give her the same kind of attention.
Nash would have gladly been the one to give you some loving, and you pushed him away.
Blocking out the thoughts she tried to focus on everything else. When Nash walked into the diner an hour later, she saw the other Skulls tense up. Taking a good look at him from behind the counter, she saw he was a little unsteady on his feet. His eyes were bloodshot, and around his nose was white powder. Shit, she’d never seen him like this. Nash always seemed totally in control to her. Not once in all of the time she’d known him had he ever let something else take charge, but the drugs had really started to.
Some of the locals were shocked but didn’t say anything. Lash looked tense. His gaze went to her before settling on his brother.
When Lash mentioned drugs she’d not really believed him at all. At the apartment she’d been blinded by other things Nash was evoking with his presence. Seeing the evidence for herself, she was bewildered. Nash was always in control. She was totally taken back by him being high.
“Come on, big brother, we’ve got to celebrate,” Nash said. His voice was really loud. She watched as he took a beer from inside his jacket and popped the lid off.
Her heart was racing. This was going to end badly. She was sure of it.
Nash turned to face her, the smile on his face disappearing. “Everything is complete now. We’ve even got Kate’s sister to give us some action. I’m sure she’s like her sister in many ways.” His voice was loud enough for the whole diner to hear his comparison.
Humiliation hit Sophia in ways she wasn’t expecting. All the time she’d known Nash he’d never treated her in such a way.
“Let’s face it. Kate was a whore.”
“Nash!”
Unable to handle the look in his eyes, she walked toward the back of the diner. Jackie followed her.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s being a little f**ker.”
“He’s comparing me to Kate like everyone does,” Sophia said.
“You’re nothing like your sister, and you know it. Ignore him. He’ll regret this in the morning.”
She nodded and went back out. The rest of The Skulls tried to stop him from saying anything to her. There was no shutting Nash up. She took the jibes and kept working. Every once in a while she felt tears were close to the surface.
The women no longer looked happy with what was going on. Tate kept looking at Murphy. When she grabbed their glasses and plates Sophia saw Nash reach out toward her. Nash didn’t get chance to put his hands on her as Murphy grabbed the other man tugging him out of the diner. She wasn’t going to say anything to them, but she’d never been so thankful for anything before in her life.
Lash glanced at her, but she ducked her head finishing up the cleaning. In no time at all, The Skulls and their women were gone, and she could breathe a sigh of relief.
****
“He’s off the rails. I’ve never seen him like this,” Lash said. After everything he’d seen that day he knew it was only a matter of time before Tiny took everything away from Nash.
“What are you doing to do?” Angel asked.
“I don’t know.” He turned to see her sprawled na**d on the bed. His c**k thickened, wanting inside her once again. She was pregnant with his son or daughter, and she looked so f**king sexy.
“You can’t do everything for your brother. Nash needs to help himself as well.”
This was the first time he’d talked to her about the club business. Nash was his brother, but the drug addiction was going to turn into a club problem.
Moving toward the bed, he sat beside her, facing the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. His c**k got harder.
“I know. I’m more afraid of what Tiny will do. He hates drugs, and seeing Nash like this, it’s going to cut him up and make him lash out. My brother is crashing into everything Tiny has tried to protect. The drugs stay out of Fort Wills.” Lash ran his fingers through his hair, trying to clear his thoughts. They did the drug runs, and Tiny was clear that none of them was to be using.
“You’ll handle it.”
“Hardy had a word with him as well,” Lash said. “If Hardy’s seen what’s going on then it’s only a matter of time before Tiny does.”
“Tiny’s trying to work stuff out with Eva. He’s distracted for now.”
Lash shook his head. “He’s not. The club will always come first. You know that’s the truth.”
He blew out a breath wishing there was something more he could do. It was only a matter of time before Tiny found out the truth. Lash only hoped Tiny remembered Nash as a boy, as otherwise his brother was well and truly f**ked.
Chapter Three
One week later
Giving up the drugs was not a good idea, and Nash didn’t have a problem with them. He was more in control than ever before. Locking his bedroom door, he pulled out his stash of white powder and moved toward the bedroom. Tiny had called in all the members for a meeting, and he had twenty minutes before he was needed.
Going through to his bathroom, Nash locked the door. He pulled out his tray and started to arrange the powder in a line. Rolling up a note, he placed the note toward the powder and inhaled. The buzz happened immediately.
After he’d snorted a couple more lines Nash was more than ready to face downstairs. He ran some water, wetting his hair and wiping away the evidence of what he’d done. Nash felt alive and full of energy. Once he was finished, he pocketed his gun and made his way downstairs. Rose, Tate, Angel, and several of the women were playing cards around a table. The clubhouse was buzzing. Lash was talking with Blaine, and the prospects were waiting for work to be done.
Slamming his palm down on the counter he ordered a beer. The prospect looked unsure about getting him what he wanted. Nash saw the boy was looking toward his brother.
“Hey, f**kwad, don’t look toward my brother. I want a beer, and get me a f**king beer.”
“Nash, go easy. He’s new,” Lash said, suddenly standing beside him.
Jerking toward his brother, Nash saw his brother was frowning. “What the f**k are you doing telling the prospect not to get me a drink?”