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to the bathroom. He was praying he didn’t puke in the hallway. He made it to the toilet where he heaved until there was nothing left to toss up. Shit, how was he going to explain this to Jo? He rinsed his mouth out and splashed water on his face. His eyes were bloodshot. His every movement slow and aching, he tried to fix his ponytail. Staring at his reflection, he felt like shit, but it was time to face the music.
     

 
     
    T he Sea Woods chapter were all there, as well as the Central Jersey chapter, when Nailz entered the bar. The jukebox cut off and Nailz looked around. Fuck! He saw the tables pushed together at the end of the room where Tramp sat, Veiko to one side and Bullet to the other. Thrash sat a few chairs away, glaring at him. Back toward the door, Hyway and Slick seemed to be guarding it.
    He must have raised some havoc last night, but he honestly had blacked out. This was embarrassing, Nailz called men out; he was never in this position himself. Fucking karma, he thought. He made his way toward the table thinking a Bloody Mary might have helped, but everyone had moved away from the bar. The feeling of so many eyes on him wasn’t a comfortable feeling at all. Fuck this, he may as well find out what the hell he’d done and get it over with.
    Standing in front of the table of bikers, he quirked an eyebrow at Veiko, but his bro glared at him. Somebody kicked a chair his way and he kicked it back. He wasn’t sitting there listening to a bunch of bullshit. He noticed a large bruise on V’s face and his gut churned again.
    Looking straight at Tramp with his massive arms crossed over his huge chest, Nailz growled, “Get it over with. I fucked up. I blacked out and got no excuses. What now?”
    Tramp looked at Nailz with steel in his eyes. “‘I blacked out’ is the excuse for hitting brothers, and for hitting Elena? We lost Thorn over your temper, motherfucker. You, of all the brothers in this club, knew better. Whatever personal shit you got going on, you don’t bring it to the club. You know every fucking rule this club has. You were a national VP, a national SAA too. If you think I can let this slide, you’re dead wrong, Nailz.” Tramp sighed, then said, “Colors off. Hand them over.”
    Nailz was stunned and furious in the space of two seconds. “Fuck this! You ain’t taking my colors! Who the hell did I hit?” Nailz didn’t believe any of this shit. “I’d never hit Elena, either. I don’t hit women, never did.”
    Veiko stood up. The bruises on his face were enough to make Nailz step back. He had done that to Veiko? Fuck!
    “Oh man, Veiko … I’m sorry, I was drunk. I don’t … remember any of it.” He felt like shit. “How bad did I hit Elena?”
    Thrash moved forward so fast Nailz never saw him coming. His fist slammed into Nailz’ face, and his foot came up and caught him in his stomach. Blow after blow rained down on Nailz and he took them, not even trying to deflect one of them. Falling to the floor, boots slammed into his ribs and he kept his face devoid of all emotion. He’d done this to men before and he wasn’t going to be a pussy.
    Finally, Tramp stood over him and pulled Thrash back.
    “Get up, Nailz. I need your colors. You’ll get ‘em back when I decide you deserve ‘em. Thorn is no longer a member. He went over to Nefarious. Stay the hell away from him and your daughter. Fix your issues with your wife. You’re fucking lucky I let Thrash handle this and you didn’t get stomped by all of the nomads. You’ll take yourself off Hunter’s will, too. Hunter didn’t want his son to lose the Lodge and you were added as an afterthought. Elena thinks that Hunter was drugged up on painkillers when he added you. Thorn plans to break the will.” He looked down at Nailz with fury in his eyes. “That leaves us in a bad spot with the lease he gave us. You fucked up, and if you don’t get your name off the will, you’re out of the club. O – U – T. You forced our