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She walked into a bedroom where he’d carried the single bed to. He couldn’t believe she was sleeping on a single bed.

The box went on the floor. “I’m dealing with it, Edward. I’m trying. Kate was a lot of things, but she was still my sister. She loved me.”

He wasn’t going to hurt her by disagreeing. Kate was a nasty piece of work when she started. The first time he’d met Sophia, Kate bullied her over her weight. When they were alone, Nash recalled slamming Kate against the wall and threatening her life if she ever spoke shit like that to Sophia again.

Kate rarely talked about her little sister after that. He knew that Kate was aware of his attraction to Sophia. Still, he used Kate when the mood took him, and that was his reason for feeling guilty about the whole sorry situation.

She started to cry, and Nash couldn’t handle that. Going to her side, he pulled her into his arms. Her lemony scent clawed at him to push her to the bed and force all memory of Kate from her mind. She’d be a dream to f**k.

Just another f**king thing to hate about myself.

He wanted to f**k Sophia badly. His c**k was already thickening, anticipating the feel of her wrapped around his dick. She’d be so f**king tight. Sophia wasn’t a virgin. He knew it because Kate loved telling him all about the ass**le who broke Sophia’s heart. Kate had stopped laughing when he’d told her he would kill the motherfucker for touching her.

After f**king Kate senseless, he’d found the prick and killed him, slowly. Zero had his back and helped him get rid of the body. No one would miss the prick.

Stroking her hair, Nash forced himself to focus on Sophia and her pain.

“I can’t stop thinking about her. She didn’t deserve to die.”

“Baby, she was a druggie and almost got you killed because of it.”

She pulled back and stared at him. “Don’t say stuff like that, Edward. She’s dead, and we don’t know what happened.”

He gazed down at her full, heart-shaped lips. They were so plump, wet, and inviting. Fuck, he wanted a taste. Just one little taste. Leaning close, he brushed his lips across hers. The first touch was light, and he heard her gasp. He couldn’t stop as he deepened the kiss, sinking his fingers into her hair.

Nash lost complete control, plunging his tongue into her mouth, moaning as her fingers bit into his arms. He wanted her marks all over his body.

Sophia wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. She met his tongue with her own, and he was in bliss at the feel of her womanly curves against him.

All too soon she tore away from him.

“No, I can’t do this.” She took a step away, facing away from him.

“Sophia, you’ve got nothing to be afraid of,” he said. “I want this as well.”

Her teary gaze met his. “Kate was in love with you. You were with my sister. I can’t do this. She would tell me in detail everything that happened to you. We’re not going to be together, Edward.”

“Your sister is gone.”

“She’ll never be gone.” He watched as she grabbed a box and walked toward him. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but Kate will always be here and I can’t love the men she did. I’m sorry, Edward. I’m not what you’re looking for.”

Taking the box from her arms, Nash felt his world shatter around him. The one and only woman he’d ever felt anything for and she was pushing him out of the door. “I’ll, erm, come and check on you in a few weeks,” he said.

“Don’t bother, Edward. There’s nothing for you here.”

Sophia closed the door behind him.

The drive back to the club was a blur. Nash didn’t see anything as he drove home. The club, The Skulls was his home. He didn’t have a spare place like his brother. Charging through the doors he ignored everyone as he passed. After Sophia’s rejection he needed some alone time.

Going to his room, he dropped the box on the floor and froze. He recognized Kate’s jewelry box. She’d shown it to him one night when he’d gone home with her. Opening up the box, Nash saw the evidence of Kate’s addiction. He’d never cared enough about Kate to see what was going on. Looking at the white powder in the bag, her addiction was glaring at him in the face.

Did he drive Kate to using?

Rolling the bag over in his hands, Nash tried to think what to do with it.

A knock at the door had him hiding the tiny white bag behind his back. His brother looked around the door.

“Hey,” Lash said.


He felt hot and sweaty all over. What was he supposed to do with the bag?

“Angel and I are staying for dinner. I think Tate’s bringing Murphy back to the club. They’ve got some news to give to the club. Are you going to join us?” Lash asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute,” Nash said, smiling at his brother.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’d talk to me if anything was bothering you, wouldn’t you?” Lash asked.

This was his chance to show the bag.

“Yeah, of course.” The bag stayed behind his back.

Lash nodded. “See you downstairs.”

The door shut, leaving Nash alone with the drugs. Staring at the bag, Nash wondered what it would be like to get rid of all of his troubles.

No drugs. Tiny won’t allow it. Fuck over my life.

Even as he was fighting with himself to stop, Nash found himself opening the bag. Some oblivion wouldn’t hurt. It was only going to be this one time.

The End

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