Free Nash (The Skulls) by Sam Crescent Page A

driver’s seat.
    “What do you mean hell?”
    “You don’t think Lash is going to let his brother get away with him taking a beating? Lash is going to make sure Nash pays. Tiny and the whole of the club are going to need proof that Nash is making recompense and that his recovery is as painful as possible.”
    Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. They had to be wide. She’d never heard anything so barbaric in her whole life.
    “They’re brothers. Why can’t you accept that?”
    Zero steered the truck to the side of the road. “Listen, sweet cheeks, we’re the ones responsible for this town. We make sure you can walk down the street safely , or in your case as safely as you can. We keep the shit out of the town. If Tiny starts taking anyone on, our enemies would be on us like flies ‘round shit. Deal with it. This is how we handle club business. You can’t handle it then I suggest you get the fuck out of the way.”
    She licked her lips. Her throat had gone dry. “I’m not going to like what Lash is going to do to his brother, am I?” she asked.
    “No, you’re not. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn away and do exactly what Lash demands.”
    Zero pulled the truck back onto the main road.
    She didn’t speak for the rest of the journey. When they parked up outside of the factory, Lash was smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone.
    “I’m okay, baby. I’ve got everything covered. I’ll be there tonight , and we’ll talk about it. Nash is fine, and I’ll take care of him.”
    Sophia grabbed her case and started walking toward him. She was conscious of Zero following behind her.
    “I love you, too. Bye.” Lash hung up, facing her. He looked at the case. “Is that it?”
    “I don’t have a lot of stuff.” She shrugged.
    “I brought her food. Bitch is one good baker.” Zero was guarding the chocolate cake as if it was an expensive jewel.
    “Good, let’s get set up.”
    Lash headed into the factory.
    ****
    Opening his eyes, Nash saw his brother leading Sophia back into the room. One of her hands was holding her side, and she was carrying a case with her.
    “She going to be my babysitter?” Nash asked.
    “Yep, I thought I was being kind.”
    “Then you’re fucking wrong. You want to get me sober and off the drugs get her away from here.” He saw her flinch , and he hated causing her any kind of pain. “She’s too weak to handle what you’re going to throw at me.”
    Lash looked at Sophia then back at him. “You really think so?”
    “She’s innocent, Lash. Don’t put her through this.”
    Zero snorted , and Lash chuckled.
    He watched as his brother advanced on him. “I think it’s time you open your eyes up about your woman, brother.” Lash grabbed a fistful of Nash’s hair. “Take a good long look at her. She’s no innocent. I’m not calling her a whore. Sophia’s strong, Nash. She’s no weakling , and if anyone’s going to help you, it’s her.”
    She cleared her throat. “Where do I put my stuff?”
    “Through to the other room. Zero will get you settled. I’ve made everything so you’ll be comfortable for your stay.”
    Sophia stared at Nash. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. Standing to his feet, he glared at her, hating the fact she was seeing him like this. The cuffs his brother had bound his wrists with had enough give for him to move to the edge of the mattress. The cuffs must have come from some kind of BDSM shop, especially designed to bind a person yet allow some movement. The chains were locked into hooks in the wall. Nash gave his brother credit for style. He never thought he’d see the day when he was bound to the fucking wall with kinky cuffs. Fortunately, he wasn’t completely bound with his back against the wall.
    “Do you see anything you like?” he asked, opening his arms wide.
    Stop it, Nash. This is not what you want.
    He couldn’t stop it.
    Her eyes narrowed. “No, I don’t.” She took a step close then closer