There was a sheepish guilty look on her face, one that I immediately wanted to smack away. She wrung her fingers together and frowned. “Well, yeah. Everyone knows about it.”
“Everyone but me.” The words fumbled out through gritted, angry teeth. The one person I trusted in the clubhouse, basically just told me she didn’t have my back, without having to say a word at all. “Were you even going to tell me?”
She looked at the ground. “No, sorry.”
“Why the fuck not?”
She picked at her cuticles, and when she briefly glanced up, eyes shimmering with strange, unshed tears, she didn’t need to say anything more to me, because I already knew.
This was going to be bad.
“Just fucking say it, Ramona!”
Her eyes widened at my sudden outburst, and the realization that I put two and two together rolled around in her head.
“JUST SAY IT!” I screamed.
“I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t. Not when I was girl number two.”
Chapter Eight
Snyder
Something felt horribly off. Buyers usually weren’t this late. But here we were, standing in the warehouse waiting for what felt like eons.
“What the fuck, Sabbath? Where the hell are they?”
Sabbath shot me a look, almost like he was trying to tell me to shut up without saying the words out loud.
“Calm your tits. They’ll fucking be here.”
I could feel the intensity of his glare drilling a hole in my backside. “And stop fucking pacing, Snyder. Your anxiety is pissing me the fuck off.”
It wasn’t like I could help it. When I got nervous, I tended to pace like a caged animal, and currently I was stalking around this room like a ravenous lion on high alert.
“Clash, where the fuck are they?” Sabbath growled.
“Fuck, I don’t know. I told them we had a shipment and the time, and they said they’d be here.”
“Well, fucking call them again, asshole!” Sabbath barked. “We don’t have all fucking day.”
Clash immediately jumped up from the crate he was sitting on and walked across the room. The phone rang and rang until finally it clicked over.
Dead silence.
“Yo, you fucking there, Hans?”
Hans was the name of our German buyer. He liked to buy large shipments of our guns and then move them back to his country.
“Hans?” Clash asked again, as more dead silence filled the air.
BANG!
A loud shot had all of us on edge. Sabbath quickly glanced my way, hearing the same thing I did. That shot wasn’t just on the phone. It came from outside as well. Somewhere too close.
BANG!
BANG!