Snyder.
Now I just needed to figure out how to do it without getting caught, or either of us getting dead.
Chapter Ten
Snyder
I think every dick in the joint was hard as a fucking rock after seeing Shasta stick it to Rose. I didn’t even give a fuck that I had a bullet in my arm, seeing her manhandle Rose like that had me harder than I’d ever been before. I loved it when women took charge, I loved it even more when a woman tapped into her dark side the way Shasta did.
“Man, that was fucking hot as hell,” Clash exclaimed next to me. “My dick’s gonna be hard for weeks.”
We could hear Shasta’s screams from down the hall, Sabbath was practically breaking the bed, he was dicking her down that hard.
The jealousy in me raged like a burning inferno, but I sucked it down. Too consumed by my loyalty to him and the club to let the green-eyed monster take over.
Sandman settled in beside us and nodded. “I think I nutted a bit.”
We all chuckled, watching as the girls tended to Rose, who was still trying to regain her composure. We only walked in on the tail end of everything, but it was obvious what was happening. Shasta had enough, and she was done being everyone’s bitch.
“Oh, Snyder,” Rose croaked out. “Did you see what that bitch did to me?”
I nodded.
“I did.”
She gripped my bicep possessively. “Are you going to do anything about it?” I moved out of her reach and stared at her in anger. “I’m going to get my arm checked out. Then I’m going to call Church and see what we should do about your little prospect cock incident.”
“You’re taking her side? The bitch threatened me and tried to kill me.”
“At least you would have died choking on your favorite thing, Rose.”
Her eyes narrowed on me.
“Why do you always protect her?”
“Because, like you said, she’s the Queen B.”
I started to walk away, noticing the smirks from my brothers who were close enough to hear. I nodded toward Zeppelin, our club medic, to follow me.
“Brother, I got a bullet in my arm. Can you help me out?”
“I’ll go get my medic bag,” he hollered after me, as I made my way to the war room.
“Hey!” Rose called out after me. “Stop ignoring me! I want justice. I want vindication! I want that bitch to pay.” Every word sounded like it was coming from the throat of a frog. She croaked them out, her voice hoarse and raw from the ginormous cock being shoved down it. If there was any guy’s dick not to choke on, it was Jackyl’s. The man was hung like a horse.
“And I want this bullet out of my arm.” I shot a look at Clash. “Take care of her, would ya?”
He nodded, carting Rose from the room.
My whole body groaned as I fell into the chair, but it was my arm that was throbbing with pain. I was finally able to catch my breath, and doing so let go of all the tension I’d been holding in.
“Who shot ya?” Zeppelin asked.
“Hoax.”
“I noticed we’re a man short,” he observed as he rifled through his medic bag.
“Yeah, we got rid of a rat.”