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Nash (The Skulls)

By:Sam Crescent


Snitch sat back in the warehouse he’d taken control of watching his men screw the whore they’d found on the city streets. The owner of the warehouse was dead at his feet surrounded in a puddle of blood. The little fucking weasel had been trying to fob him off with the Darkness accounts. He ran the club that moved from city to city, partying and doing whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

Throwing his cigarette onto the body, he gave the deceased another firm kick to the ribs. The only plan the little shit could come up with was Fort Wills. The Darkness, his motorcycle group, was running on fumes. The drugs were being delivered outside of Fort Wills, and no one wanted to touch him or his crew. Fucking Tiny. That bastard, the leader of The Skulls, had been a thorn in his side for as long as he could remember. Snitch let out some more steam, kicking the fucker on the floor while also imagining it was Tiny’s body. Fort Wills had been taken from him many years ago, and he’d been biding his time to get it back. Then this little shit had been trying to make out he didn’t know what Snitch and the boys needed. Darkness had every intention of getting the fucking town back but not until the right moment.

“The dude is dead,” Battle said, sitting beside him. The other man’s trousers were unbuttoned.

“The whore any good?” Snitch asked.

“No. She’s dry as fucking shit.” Battle tipped his beer back, taking a long drink.

“When are the others going to get here?” Snitch wasn’t interested in the whore anymore. The last twenty years he’d been waiting to get his town back, and he was so close he could taste it.

“Scars has everything we need, and the other boys are doing their stuff. You shouldn’t have killed Rupert there. He was a good way to get into Fort Wills.” Battle pointed at the dead body.

“I don’t care what he was offering me. Telling me I should take Fort Wills was the final straw.” He spat back at the body, hating the effect Rupert had on him.

“I’m just saying this is no way to keep a low profile. You’re so close to getting what you want, boss.” Battle sounded a little too serious for Snitch’s liking.

“Do you doubt me?”


“This is going to work. Rupert was a loose end. We’re going to get what we always wanted, and then you’ll be laughing at this moment.” Snitch lit up another cigarette and checked the clock. The sounds of moaning were driving him crazy. He wasn’t in the mood for fucking. The only thing he wanted was the shit to bring The Skulls down and take over the town he had once owned.

Thirty minutes later Scars and several of his other men were walking in. They were dressed in regular jeans, their hair shaved off, but they wore pussy caps. No one would have suspected the men were part of a biker club.

“What you got?” Snitch asked, standing up.

“Gold.” Scars was the one who answered. “Get rid of her.”

The woman was gone within minutes, and the light was trained on the table. All the beer bottles and cigarettes were on the floor from Snitch swiping his hand across the table.

“This is the layout of the town.” Scars showed the layouts with the pictures he’d taken. Everything was clear, and Snitch found himself remembering the good old days of his time in the small town. Then his memories went back to Tiny, and the anger was back. He would use anything to take on the town.

“The cops leave them alone. They’re nothing more than civilians with badges. They do fuck all.” Scars pointed at the men, none of whom Snitch recognized. “Their security is weak. They’ve been rebuilding everything since the druggies tried to take over.”

Scars explained everything Snitch already knew. The damage that had been done to The Skulls was legendary. Most of the biker groups within the vicinity had heard about it.

“Moving on from the town and shit. They’re still tight, and all of them are together.” Scars started to put photographs on the table. “Tiny is the leader as we all know. Getting to him is not going to work, especially with Alex in the mix with them all.” Snitch saw the Vegas casino owner, and his anger turned to outright rage. With each name spoken Scars put down a photograph to associate with the name. “Lash, Nash, Murphy, Butch, Zero, Blaine, and Steven are the closest we could find. They’re the key to getting Tiny. Then we’ve got their women. Angel is married to Lash. Tate, Tiny’s daughter, is with Murphy.” Snitch snorted. He could only imagine how Tiny took that. “Eva is the other woman who is in Tiny’s life. I don’t know how she is connected to Tiny, but there is a connection. Then we’ve got the surrounding women, Kelsey, Sophia, and Sandy. There are more women, but these seem to be the ones of importance. Then you’ve got the three leftover Lions who are on the outskirts. I don’t think they’re really trusted.”

“I’ve got a question,” Kite said. He was a younger member and only interested in pussy and dope.

“What?” Snitch asked, annoyed with the interruption.

“Why do we think we’re going to work when another group, The Lions, tried to overthrow Tiny and failed, and then the druggies tried and fucking failed? The Skulls are untouchable.”

In the next breath, Snitch put his fist in Kite’s face, shutting him up.

Pointing at the picture of the women, Snitch started to speak up. “The Skulls’ weakness is their women. We hit them where they least expect it.”

“We take out their women?” Scars asked.

“Yeah, we take out their women. Also, we’re not going to go in all guns blazing. We’ve got a plan. The Lions and the druggies went in without a plan. They tried take over. No one can take over from The Skulls unless you take them down one by one.”

“What about Chaos Bleeds? Tiny will call for them,” Battle said, mentioning the only other motorcycle club who was close to Tiny.

“They won’t be a problem. They’re nowhere near us. Last I heard they were tracking down a whore,” Snitch said. He always kept an eye on the surrounding c