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  Copyright© 2014 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-683-6

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  I want to say a big thank you to my editor, Karyn White. Without her Nash wouldn't be the story that it is. She is amazing and is always willing to help me improve my craft, thank you.

  Also, a huge thank you to my readers. You're all wonderful and I hope you fall in love with Nash like I did.

  NASH

  The Skulls, 3

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2014

  Prologue

  Snitch sat back in the warehouse he’d taken control of watching his men screw the whore they’d found on the city streets. The owner of the warehouse was dead at his feet surrounded in a puddle of blood. The little fucking weasel had been trying to fob him off with the Darkness accounts. He ran the club that moved from city to city, partying and doing whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

  Throwing his cigarette onto the body, he gave the deceased another firm kick to the ribs. The only plan the little shit could come up with was Fort Wills. The Darkness, his motorcycle group, was running on fumes. The drugs were being delivered outside of Fort Wills, and no one wanted to touch him or his crew. Fucking Tiny. That bastard, the leader of The Skulls, had been a thorn in his side for as long as he could remember. Snitch let out some more steam, kicking the fucker on the floor while also imagining it was Tiny’s body. Fort Wills had been taken from him many years ago, and he’d been biding his time to get it back. Then this little shit had been trying to make out he didn’t know what Snitch and the boys needed. Darkness had every intention of getting the fucking town back but not until the right moment.

  “The dude is dead,” Battle said, sitting beside him. The other man’s trousers were unbuttoned.

  “The whore any good?” Snitch asked.

  “No. She’s dry as fucking shit.” Battle tipped his beer back, taking a long drink.

  “When are the others going to get here?” Snitch wasn’t interested in the whore anymore. The last twenty years he’d been waiting to get his town back, and he was so close he could taste it.

  “Scars has everything we need, and the other boys are doing their stuff. You shouldn’t have killed Rupert there. He was a good way to get into Fort Wills.” Battle pointed at the dead body.

  “I don’t care what he was offering me. Telling me I should take Fort Wills was the final straw.” He spat back at the body, hating the effect Rupert had on him.

  “I’m just saying this is no way to keep a low profile. You’re so close to getting what you want, boss.” Battle sounded a little too serious for Snitch’s liking.

  “Do you doubt me?”

  “No.”

  “This is going to work. Rupert was a loose end. We’re going to get what we always wanted, and then you’ll be laughing at this moment.” Snitch lit up another cigarette and checked the clock. The sounds of moaning were driving him crazy. He wasn’t in the mood for fucking. The only thing he wanted was the shit to bring The Skulls down and take over the town he had once owned.

  Thirty minutes later Scars and several of his other men were walking in. They were dressed in regular jeans, their hair shaved off, but they wore pussy caps. No one would have suspected the men were part of a biker club.

  “What you got?” Snitch asked, standing up.

  “Gold.” Scars was the one who answered. “Get rid of her.”

  The woman was gone within minutes, and the light was trained on the table. All the beer bottles and cigarettes were on the floor from Snitch swiping his hand across the table.

  “This is the layout of the town.” Scars showed the layouts with the pictures he’d taken. Everything was clear, and Snitch found himself remembering the good old days of his time in the small town. Then his memories went back to Tiny, and the anger was back. He would use anything to take on the town.

  “The cops leave them alone. They’re nothing more than civilians with badges. They do fuck all.” Scars pointed at the men, none of whom Snitch recognized. “Their security is weak. They’ve been rebuilding everything since the druggies tried to take over.”

  Scars explained everything Snitch already knew. The damage that had been done to The Skulls was legendary. Most of the biker groups within the vicinity had heard about it.

  “Moving on from the town and shit. They’re still tight, and all of them are together.” Scars started to put photographs on the table. “Tiny is the leader as we all know. Getting to him is not going to work, especially with Alex in the mix with them all.” Snitch saw the Vegas casino owner, and his anger turned to outright rage. With each name spoken Scars put down a photograph to associate with the name. “Lash, Nash, Murphy, Butch, Zero, Blaine, and Steven are the closest we could find. They’re the key to getting Tiny. Then we’ve got their women. Angel is married to Lash. Tate, Tiny’s daughter, is with Murphy.” Snitch snorted. He could only imagine how Tiny took that. “Eva is the other woman who is in Tiny’s life. I don’t know how she is connected to Tiny, but there is a connection. Then we’ve got the surrounding women, Kelsey, Sophia, and Sandy. There are more women, but these seem to be the ones of importance. Then you’ve got the three leftover Lions who are on the outskirts. I don’t think they’re really trusted.”

  “I’ve got a question,” Kite said. He was a younger member and only interested in pussy and dope.

  “What?” Snitch asked, annoyed with the interruption.

  “Why do we think we’re going to work when another group, The Lions, tried to overthrow Tiny and failed, and then the druggies tried and fucking failed? The Skulls are untouchable.”

  In the next breath, Snitch put his fist in Kite’s face, shutting him up.

  Pointing at the picture of the women, Snitch started to speak up. “The Skulls’ weakness is their women. We hit them where they least expect it.”

  “We take out their women?” Scars asked.

  “Yeah, we take out their women. Also, we’re not going to go in all guns blazing. We’ve got a plan. The Lions and the druggies went in without a plan. They tried take over. No one can take over from The Skulls unless you take them down one by one.”

  “What about Chaos Bleeds? Tiny will call for them,” Battle said, mentioning the only other motorcycle club who was close to Tiny.

  “They won’t be a problem. They’re nowhere near us. Last I heard they were tracking down a whore,” Snitch said. He always kept an eye on the surrounding clubs.

  “I also looked into the other thing you asked,” Scars said, producing a couple of pictures. “These men will be the perfect front to do what we need.”

  Snitch stared at the pictures of murderers, rapists, and other criminals. “Do you think they’ll work for us?”

  “They’ll work for money and a chance to get away from the system,” Scars said. “They’re what we need.”

  “Contact them, tell these fuckers the score.” Snitch tapped the picture with the name “Gill” on top. All of the men in the pictures looked vicious. If they caused a problem for him Snitch would end them.

  “They follow your orders?” Scars asked.

  “They follow my orde
rs. No one dies until I know what is going on. I’m the one in charge.” Slamming his fist down on the table, Snitch felt the stirrings of arousal. He was going to get his town back, and Tiny was going to get what was coming to him.

  Chapter One

  Nash stared up at the ceiling, but he couldn’t see a thing in front of him. Everything was blurry as the coke he’d just inhaled went straight to his brain. Kate’s supply, which he’d found within her belongings that Sophia had given him, hadn’t lasted long. The shit he’d found by beating one of the local drug dealers in the next town over was sending him in a spin. Fuck, if he didn’t get his shit together, Tiny was going to out him. The club had few rules, but one of the few rules was no drugs. They transported the shit, but they never took the stuff. He lay on his bed, his mind going a mile a minute and his body bursting with energy. The high was always so addictive, and he loved it.

  Running a hand down his face, he couldn’t stop giggling. The drugs were the most fun he’d experienced in years. Not even being balls deep in pussy could compare to the rush of being high. His thoughts turned to Sophia, the one woman he could never have.

  Go back to her. Don’t take no for an answer.

  Even as the thoughts entered his mind, Nash cut them off. He wasn’t going to be some kind of fucking pussy by chasing a bitch. Forcing himself to forget about her, he brought himself ‘round to the high he was currently experiencing. To think he’d missed out on all this shit by staying in control to follow in his father’s and brother’s footsteps. The Skulls had been his life for as long as he could remember. There was nothing else he wanted to do with his life other than be a Skull. However, he wanted Sophia and could no longer have her because of the fucking drugs. At least that was one of the reasons he couldn’t claim Sophia. Fuck! All the problems were crashing down on him, threatening to crush him. Nothing was going to spoil his high. No wonder Kate loved drugs. He saw the attraction.

  Not that he was addicted.

  Laughing, Nash let his hand fall to the floor. He hung off the bottom of his bed staring at everything oddly. Thinking about Kate brought back memories of Sophia, no matter how many times he tried to forget about her, and his rush came crashing down around him. The one woman he wanted more than anything and he couldn’t have her because of his relationship with her whore of her sister.

  “Correction, dead whore,” he said. Speaking to himself had become a pastime to him. No one would listen to him, and he tried not to spend too much time around the other Skulls. The moment Tiny realized he was using, he’d be out on his ass. “Can’t have big brother on my case.” The Skulls was the only thing that made sense in his world.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Lash asked. Turning his head slightly, Nash saw his big brother stood near the open doorway with Angel right behind him. Angel was a blonde and innocent looking type. She reminded him a little of Sophia in the innocent look but not the hair. No, there was nothing blonde about his woman. Sophia was all midnight black hair and deep brown eyes.

  His cock thickened thinking about his sweet, innocent Sophia. Not that he could ever have her. It wasn’t possible for him to have the woman of his dreams. Nope, he’d fucked her sister instead, while also thinking about Sophia. He was totally fucked, and now he was taking drugs. Nash laughed, thinking about how long it had taken him to fuck his life over.

  Fuck, he really needed to get a life.

  “What’s going on, Lash?” Angel asked. Her voice was sweet. Nash really did love his sister-in-law. She never judged anyone within the club or the women, but she stuck beside his brother. The couple should win some award for the strength and love between them.

  “He’s fucking high.” Lash pulled her into the room, slamming the door behind him.

  “High? If he’s high then Tiny’s going—”

  “To kick his ass when he finds out. Nash will be out on his ass for the first time in the world,” Lash said, interrupting his woman.

  “You’ve got to help him.” Angel was as sweet as her voice. What was it about innocent women that the Skulls liked? Nash was starting to hate all the innocence going on around the clubhouse. They needed to find some kinky women who liked being tied up and spanked. Then he’d have a much better time with everything. Rolling over, he ended up on his ass, laughing. “He’s in really bad shape.”

  Lash grabbed him by the jacket he was wearing. “Fuck, brother. When was the last time you washed?” Lash winced away at the stench coming from Nash.

  Nash shrugged as he couldn’t remember.

  In one swift move, Lash was tugging him toward the bathroom, barking orders at Angel at the same time. He was dumped in the shower and the water turned on. Growling in anger, Nash tried to hit out at his brother, but Lash dodged the blows easily while pulling off Nash’s clothes. If he hadn’t been high then his brother wouldn’t be trying to get him out of his clothes.

  Once he was naked, Angel took the soiled clothing away. He was surprised Lash let Angel see him butt ass naked. Last time he checked, his brother was on the possessive side.

  “Do you want to be kicked out of the club? Is this your deal?” Lash asked.

  The high he’d been having moments ago was crashing all around him. The highs didn’t last long all the time. His highs varied from thirty minutes to two hours. The fix was always short, and he never wanted to keep doing it. He’d not been trying to do anything other than deal with his life. Why did his brother have to come and ruin every single moment he had?

  “Fuck off,” Nash said, closing his eyes. He was trying to escape everything.

  What are you trying to escape? Your life is not a problem. Taking drugs is the fucking problem.

  His face was gripped tightly. He opened his eyes, seeing Lash looking angry. Nash couldn’t recall a time when Lash had been this angry or at least when the anger was directed at him.

  “You’re not getting away with shit that easily. When did you start fucking using?” Lash asked.

  The grip on his face tightened. If Lash wasn’t careful he’d break Nash’s jaw. Along with Killer, his brother was The Skulls’ muscle now. Both men were hard as rocks, and he knew Lash could kill a man with his bare hands.

  “I found some stash and needed a pick-me-up. I got it, and now I like it. I don’t have a problem.” He shoved Lash’s arm away, stepping under the cold water.

  “You don’t have a problem?” Lash asked.

  “No, I don’t.”

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lash speak with Angel, then kiss her on the lips before turning back to him. The sound of the bedroom door being slammed echoed through to the bathroom.

  “If you don’t have a problem then please fucking tell me how a guy from the next town over was found beaten almost to death, but he was able to tell your description.”

  Nash froze under the water not saying a word. He thought he’d covered his tracks. Looking for drugs in Fort Wills was dangerous and fucking stupid. Tiny knew everything that was going on inside his town. Mess with Tiny and you messed with the whole Skulls. Nash had only wanted a pick-me-up.

  “Did I also forget to mention this guy, the one that was beaten, is a known druggie? He supplies and takes the shit. You have put The Skulls back on the map, you shit-head, but not just for distribution, no, you’ve got us all on the mark for taking the shit as well through the rumor mill.” Lash stopped, stepping away. “Alex is going ape shit over this. You’ve messed up with the next shipment ‘cause we’ve got to lay low. Enemies are created by not meeting bargains, shit-head.”

  Nash listened to everything Lash said feeling his stomach turn.

  Turning off the shower, he ignored his shaking hand. Lash handed him a towel.

  “Tiny’s on the warpath, and when he comes at you, you better be careful,” Lash said.

  “You’re not going to stop him?”

  “No, I’m not. Maybe getting your ass hurt or even kicked out might make you realize the shit going down.” Lash looked him up and down.

  He
was surprised by the look of disgust on Lash’s face.

  “What?” Nash asked, getting angry.

  “I’m just thinking about Mom and Dad. I wonder what they’d have to say to your addiction. The Skulls is not a place to be messing around.”

  Lash turned to leave. Fisting his hands at his side, Nash stopped himself from asking for help.

  He didn’t have a problem, and there was no way he was going to let his brother talk him into thinking he had a problem.

  At the door Lash turned. He stalked back toward him, and Nash waited.

  Nash didn’t expect the fist, especially from his brother. He went down as the punch knocked him off balance. His brother hovered over him.

  “You ever bring shit like that near my woman again and I’ll fucking kill you.” Lash turned away, without looking back.

  Grabbing the side of his face, Nash tried to get to his feet unsteadily. When he looked at his reflection in the mirror he saw the blood flowing from his lip.

  Checking out his appearance he saw how the drugs he’d been taking affected his body. He rarely ate anymore, and the signs of not eating were starting to show. His skin looked pale, and there was an unhealthy sheen to his skin.

  Fuck, he looked a mess, nothing like the man he was a couple of months ago.

  That’s what the drugs do to you.

  Nash cut off the thought, brushed his teeth, and grabbed his clothes. He didn’t need confirmation in the mirror that he looked like shit because he felt it.

  Opening his bedroom door he headed downstairs to get some breakfast. Hardy and Rose were sat at the table. Several of the sweet-butts were cooking, but for the most part the clubhouse was empty.

  “Where is everyone?” he asked.

  Hardy glared at him, clearing his throat. Rose left immediately and the sweet-butts.