BANG!
BANG!
Four more loud gun shots followed. “Yo, Hans, what the fuck?”
There was a scratching sound on the line as someone picked up the receiver.
“Looks like Hans can’t come to the phone right now, Bitch Boy. So, why don’t you do Daddy a favor, and put that sorry excuse for a Prez on the phone? I have a little business I’d like to discuss with him.”
“Fuck,” I grumbled under my breath. There was no mistaking, Hoax, Prez of the Dismembered Crows MC’s voice.
Clash hesitantly walked across the room and handed his phone to Sabbath.
“Hoax, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Screwing up your life, Sabby. Just like you fucking screwed with mine.”
“Look, this isn’t the time or place for petty bullshit. She chose me, asshole. Get the fuck over yourself.”
A venomous chuckle came over the line. “You act like you give a shit about her, but word on the street is you won’t even touch her anymore. Such a shame. All that pretty pussy going to waste because someone has an authority complex.”
Sabbath’s back visibly straightened. There was a strange tension in his jaw, one I’d never seen before. Mindlessly, his fist clenched and unclenched by his side, and his fingers clutched the phone so hard, I thought he was going to break it.
“What the fuck do you want, Hoax?”
“You know what I want, Sabby. For you and your little Bitch Boys to get out of Austin.”
Sabbath smirked, not wavering one bit. “If you think I’m going to leave Austin, you’re sadly mistaken. Now, what the fuck do you really want?”
The door to the warehouse screeched open, and in strode Hoax, followed by twenty guys, half of them dragging bodies behind them.
“Funny you should ask that, Sabby. Because before I got here, I was having a little chat with your German friends, and it seems they aren’t going to buy your guns after all. Pity, I believe that was the money you were banking on paying back to save your little club? Am I right?”
Confused faces all shot a look at Sabbath, but besides me and Ranger, nobody knew what happened to the money. But how in the fuck did Hoax know about it?
“Keep talking out your ass, Hoax, and I’ll put a fucking bullet in it,” Sabbath growled.
“Hmm, I don’t think so, Sabby.”
BAM!
Instant pain shot up my arm as a bullet penetrated my right shoulder. Every gun in my club was drawn the second the shot rang out, ready to return fire.
“Fuck!” Through gritted teeth, I raised my arm, weakly pointing my gun at Hoax’s smug face.
“Consider that a warning shot, Sabby. I got your pathetic club outnumbered, and the second you open fire, you’re all as good as dead.”
Sabbath’s eyes flashed with hatred and defiance, but he knew Hoax was right. There were too many of them and too few of us.
“What the fuck do you want, Hoax?”
He eyed the shipment we had and smirked. “I’ll take those guns for starters.”
“They’re not for sale,” Sabbath bit back.
Hoax laughed. “Anything is for sale for the right price, Sabby. Including your men.”
He nodded toward Fox, who stepped forward, not looking ashamed at all.