Page 102 of Shattering Nash

Ace glanced over his shoulder. “Not yet. King’s orders.”

King’s orders? Cue was a few feet away and pointed in front of him. She slowly walked across the room and down a long narrow hall. It was dark with a few closed doors on either side. As they passed, she noticed a curtain big enough for a large window.

“Door on your left.”

Charley opened the door and slowly walked inside, peering around the barren room. Aside from a chair and small beat-up table, it was empty. It was cold, and a shiver spread over her skin.

“Sit down.”

She followed his orders, and he walked out, closing the door behind him. She flinched when she heard the lock click in place. Charley folded her arms, sliding her hands over her skin. The room was sending her anxiety to the next level. It was a windowless room. Or so she thought until she glanced around the room. She stilled, staring at the large mirror on the hallway wall. It was built in, and fear spiked through her veins.She wasn’t looking at a plain mirror but a one-way observation mirror. They could watch her, but she couldn’t see them.

Oh shit!

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Nash had made it to Killcreek in record time. He’d called Oz after he’d left Inez’s place giving him a full rundown. Oz was sending Caine and Ridge, but they were probably about twenty minutes behind him. Nash wasn’t waiting on backup. There was no need to with Ace and the club.

The door opened before he reached the porch. Oak lowered his chin and stepped aside.

“Where is she?” He didn’t bother waiting for an answer and stalked to the main room in their house. Several members filled the room. All familiar. But no Charley.

“Where the fuck is she, Ace?”

“No worries, she’s safe.”

“Get her. Now!”

Ace’s gaze hardened. “You’re in my house, Nash. You don’t get to make demands.”

Nash clenched his jaw and glared.

“I figured you’d want to take care of business before taking her home.” Ace folded his arms.

“What business?” Nash snapped.

“It seems Zeke got a little rough with your woman before she got away. Nasty gash on her face.”

Fire raced through Nash’s veins, and he balled his fists.

“But we got something for you. A present.” Gent smirked. “And you’re gonna like it, brother.”

Ace turned and started to the back of the room with the others following, including Nash. He knew the layout of the clubhouse. There was the main house with a long hall leading out to a massive room. It was an addition and very unassuming from the outside.

As they entered the room, and the members cleared a path, he saw a steel spiked fighting cage. Nash had seen them before. A little barbaric but not surprising for Killcreek. They were a different breed when it came to violence.

Ace pointed to the cage and the man standing inside. “And there’s your gift.”

I’m gonna fucking kill you.

Nash didn’t say a word. His stare was aimed at Zeke as he made his way to the ring. He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the floor, then yanked his tie off, tossing it blindly. He grabbed his collar, ripping off the first few buttons before the shirt opened, and he took it off.

Fear had a distinct look. As Nash entered the ring, Zeke stepped back and held up his hands. He was in his mid-twenties and in decent shape. Muscular but no match for Nash. Or Charley. Seeing him and knowing the size difference and strength amped up his rage to the highest level.

“Look, man…” Two words. It was the only thing Zeke was able to get out before Nash charged toward him.

He heard a wave of cheers, but Nash blocked it out. He wasn’t there for glory. This was all about revenge.

When he was a foot away, Nash took his first shot. A direct hit to the jaw had Zeke’s head swung back, and he stumbled. Nash wasted no time letting him recover. He jabbed his chest, stomach, and a hard right to the side of his head. It was enough to drop him.

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