Page 103 of Shattering Nash

It could’ve been over.But I’m not done yet.

Nash bent down, gripped Zeke’s arms, and threw him against the barbed wire lining the ring. Beads of blood covered half of his back. Zeke wailed out in pain, but it did nothing to stop Nash. If anything, he fed off of it. When Zeke scrambled to stand, Nash grasped the back of his neck, shifted his hand to his shoulder and swung hard, landing on his jaw, sending his headsnapping back. Another punch to his stomach had Zeke bending over. It was perfect timing for an uppercut. Nash’s fist slammed into his nose and Zeke fell to the floor.

Nash rolled his shoulders, circling Zeke. He had no plans on stopping. He caught his reflection in a mirrored beer sign. Smeared blood covered his chest and hands. None of it was his.

“Don’t kill him, brother. We need him.”

Nash was too blinded by his rage to know who said it or even care. He grabbed Zeke’s limp body and slammed his fist into his jaw, watching him fall to the floor. Again. Seconds later he felt arms wrap around his chest and Wraith stepped in front of him, blocking Zeke’s motionless body.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” Nash snarled, pulling away from the grip and spun around. Cross narrowed his gaze.

“We offered revenge, not murder. Like Ace said, we need him.”

Nash swiped the sweat from his forehead.

Nash walked out of the cage and caught the towel Wraith tossed to him. He swiped the blood off his chest and the sweat from his face. It had been a long time since he’d been in a fist fight. The adrenaline was pumping, and he knew he had to gain control before seeing Charley.

“Have her wait in the bar for me.”

The room was set in silence. Nash turned back to the brothers.

“She’s gone,” Ace said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Nash shouted.

Ace shrugged. “Oz’s orders. He had security waiting to take her once you came back to the ring.” Ace raised his brows. “Looks like the golden boy pissed off the King.”

Nash didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his shirt and stalked out of the clubhouse, grabbing his phone and making the call. Oz answered on the second ring.

“Yes?”

“Where is she?”

“By my calculations? About thirty minutes ahead of you.”

Nash got into the car and slammed his battered fist against the steering wheel, ignoring the pain shooting through his arm.

“Oz.” Nash ground his teeth.

“Do you trust me?” Oz asked.

Fuck!Any other time, he wouldn’t question it.

“Nash?”

Did he trust Oz?

“Yes, I trust you.”

“With everything?” Oz countered.

Did he? Nash had been with Oz for years. Nash trusted this man with everything. But Charley meant more to Nash than his own life. He drove his hand through his hair.

“Oz, she’s not connected to this. She didn’t know.”

“That’s not what I asked you.” There was a small stretch of silence. “Do you trust me? With her?”

Nash stared out the windshield.

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