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daughter she can’t go to school??” Veiko was right in Nailz’ face, screaming.
    “Fuck you, V! Fuck Thorn, too!” Nailz shouted back. “He shouldn’t have touched my daughter. He ain’t man enough to even admit it!” Nailz let the words fly out of his mouth in a drunken rage.
    Jersey and Thrash stood together trying to keep the women out of this fight. Elena had something to say and she had snuck around the other side of the bar. Thorn tried to grab her as she went by, but he missed.
    “Nailz, you remove yourself from the will,” Elena demanded. “You weren’t meant to be on it and you know nothing about running the Lodge.” Just as Elena managed to get in Nailz’ face, he slapped her. Elena flew backward into Thorn, who pushed her toward Hyway. He grabbed and held her back.
    “You motherfucker! Now you hit women, Nailz? Fuck you, bro. If you want a piece of me, here I am.” Thorn stood in front of Nailz as the clubhouse grew quiet.
    Nailz shook his head and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Had he really hit Elena? His fist clenched and he swung at Thorn who blocked it. Nailz grabbed the bottle of JD off the bar and smashed it. Thorn moved back as Nailz came toward him. The Nomads went to get the pool sticks as everyone watched in disbelief at Nailz wildly swinging a broken whiskey bottle.
    “Daddy, if you cut my husband with that bottle, I will never, ever speak to you again. Drop the bottle right now!” Tearney was up on top of the bar screaming at her father.
    Nailz dropped the bottle and Thorn swung and clocked him in the jaw. Nailz swung back and the two men fought each other until Tramp motioned for his boys to take Nailz out. Inky cracked the pool stick over his back as Slick and Thrash pushed Thorn aside. Nailz was one of Bound for Hell’s best fighters, but Thrash was younger and faster. He pounded into Nailz for hitting Elena. It took four men to get Nailz settled and into a corner.
    Broken glass, blood, and spilled alcohol littered the floor. Tears was crying as she tried to stop the blood from flowing down her husband’s face. Joy had gotten ice for Elena’s face and Kima was staring at her husband. Veiko’s face was twisted with pure rage.
    Tramp walked over to Nailz and stared him down. “Go home, bro. Tomorrow, we’ll settle this shit. Sleep it off and get your shit together, you got me?”
    Nailz didn’t speak. He only nodded, then left the clubhouse abruptly, staggering into the doorframe on his way out. No fucking way was he going home. He started his truck and headed toward Ocean Cove and his old clubhouse. He liked it better up there, anyhow.
     

     
    T hrash walked over to Elena and saw the red welt Nailz had left on her face. He was livid that Nailz had belted Elena, but she had been so fast to jump into his face, nobody had a chance to do anything. He stroked the top of her head softly as she held the ice to her face.
    “What the fuck were you thinking?” he asked her softly, the fury building inside. “Fucking Nailz is nuts when he drinks and is in a bad mood. You knew that.”
    “Fuck Nailz,” she muttered coldly. “I said what needed to be said. We’ll get him off that will. Take this ice and let me get out of this damn place. If Hunter was alive, this shit wouldn’t be happening.”
    Elena pushed Thrash’s hand away and stood up, handing him the cloth filled with melting ice cubes.
    “Elena …”
    “I hate this club and all it stands for,” she stated. “I knew coming here was a big mistake. I’m going to get Rhiannon and go home. I’ll see you around, Thrash.” She turned to Joy. “I need a ride to Kima’s house to get my truck.” She either didn’t notice the look of pain on Thrash’s face, or deliberately ignored it, her own emotions getting the better of her. She grabbed her coat and walked to the door, waiting for Joy to meet her so she could leave.
    Joy grabbed Jersey’s keys off the bar and looked up at Thrash. “Tell Jerz