“I bet on an underground fight, but the asshole I was told was a sure bet, threw the match. I owed some bookies a lot of money. Now the club is under because of me. I didn’t want them to come after the club, so I took the cash, but now the club’s finances are in jeopardy.”
Turning toward Ranger, I glared. “I’m guessing you allowed this?”
He shrugged. “He’s the Prez, I do what he says.”
“Do you suck his cock, too?” I bit out. “That’s the club’s money. We all fucking earned it. Half of us have our entire savings tied up in the club. Gambling with it was a dick move, Sabbath. What has gotten into you lately? First Shasta… now this. You’re off your goddamn rocker.”
I moved before Sabbath could grab me. He already caught me off guard once this week. I wasn’t about to let him do it again.
“Look, Snyder, I fucked up. I’m doing my best to fix it. I brought you in on this because you’re my VP and I fucking trust you. Don’t make me lose that trust because you suddenly got a conscience.”
“It has nothing to do with having a conscience, Sabbath, and everything to do with the club staying afloat. Eventually, I’d like to get us out of moving illegal goods and into a more secure business, but we can’t do that shit if you’re constantly fucking shit up for everyone.”
His eyes narrowed, but you could see the shame in his eyes. “Just help me out tonight, okay? I need to make sure this run goes smoothly and that you have my back out there.”
“The fact that you’re even questioning my loyalty already speaks volumes about what you think of me, Sabbath. Why the fuck should I have your back, when it seems like your only goal is to fucking stab us in ours?”
Ranger was staying quiet. Nobody was man enough to go toe-to-toe with Sabbath, nobody but me.
“Look, I fucked up. I’m admitting that. But this is how we fix it all. These goods are old and need to be moved. It’s shit the buyer didn’t want last time. We got a few newer models for the top of the crates, but near the bottom is gonna be the old shit. I need you to make sure that Hans doesn’t get that far down. I don’t know how you’re gonna do it, but it needs to be done.”
Deep down, I knew Sabbath was right. If we were to move these stolen guns, the only way was to mix the shipments up.
“What happens once Hans realizes some of the guns aren’t new?”
“By that time, we can buy some new stock and blame it on the prospects. Deliver him a clean shipment of replacements later in the week.”
I shook my head, not sure if any of this was going to go down like he wanted.
“This is bad, Sabbath. I’m gonna pray shit goes down like you want it to, but damn, I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that my gut was twisting with worry right now.”
He gripped my shoulder, looking me dead in the eye. “I got you, Brother. Nothing’s gonna happen to us or the club tonight. Just have my back, okay?”
I shot Ranger a look, but he wouldn’t maintain eye contact with me. He was just as nervous about this shit as I was.
“Okay. But if I ever find out that you’ve taken the club’s money again, I’ll shoot you myself.”
Sabbath grinned. “And that right there is why you’re my VP, Snyder. You shoot first and ask questions later. Now, come on. You two are the only ones I trust. Let’s get this shit done and over with and put my stupid mistake behind us.”
But as Ranger and Sabbath exited the room, I couldn’t help but feel like the tides were turning for the Lewd Outlaws MC—turning in a direction there was no coming back from.
Chapter Seven
Shasta
Both Sabbath and Snyder were out on a run, but that wasn’t anything abnormal. They were always on runs, and despite what Sabbath thought, I knew exactly what they did out there. My Ol’ Man was in charge of illegally distributing goods. Everything from drugs to guns ran through the clubhouse, and it was Sabbath who was the head dick in charge.
Sabbath thought I didn’t know, but I had ears, two of them to be exact, and they could hear pretty much everything. I wasn’t fond of what Sabbath and the club chose to do to make money, but I also knew that club business was club business, and I had no reason to mess with it.
“Preyed on Sabbath last night,” Rose exclaimed, surrounded by the other club sweet butts that hung around the clubhouse. Every girl was eager to get claimed, but none of them had been successful. Only me. But how successful was I? The man who claimed me barely looked my way, and was so busy with everyone else, that he didn’t seem to give two fucks about me.
“Oh my god! What happened? Tell us!” Tiffany exclaimed, bouncing up and down on her heels. It was obvious they had no idea I was nearby and listening, and maybe I was a glutton for punishment, but I refused to move.
“So, all I had to do was throw himthe lookand two minutes later he had me in hisspecial room.You wanna know the best part?”
“What? Kat asked.
“She saw us.”