“True, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he stole club money to gamble it all away on something he thought was a sure bet and lost.”
“I don’t know, Zeppelin, but if people want me to step up and fit myself into his shoes, it’s not going to happen.”
“But people want their revenge. They want justice.” He pulled out some gauze and wrapped it around my arm.
I cradled my arm close to my chest, as he finished bandaging it. My eyes perked up when I noticed a familiar set of black curls bounce past the door.
“Then we’re going to have to figure out some other way to get our revenge.”
His eyes shifted to my line of vision, watching as Sabbath came up behind Shasta and possessively laid his claim. Every dick in the room was jealous as fuck, but we all had the same thought.Damn fucking lucky bastard.
“And how do you suggest we do that?”
I shrugged. “Guess we gotta figure out what matters most to him and rip it out from under his feet.”
“Wouldn’t that be the club and his patch?” Zeppelin questioned.
“Maybe… but also maybe not.”
For a brief second, Shasta’s eyes met mine, and there was an undeniable chemistry brewing between us.
I shot her a wink when she saw my bandaged arm and her eyes widened.
But before I could mouth the words, “I’m okay,” a loud shot rang outside, and a woman screamed.
Chapter Eleven
Shasta
“Everybody down!” Sabbath barked as chaos erupted inside of the club. The door sprang open and in backed Clash, shooting at whoever was speeding away.
“What the fuck is going on?” Sabbath growled, shielding me behind him.
“Drive by… Rose is dead.”
I gasped. Not even forty minutes ago I was making that girl choke on cock, now she was dead. What the fuck?
“Who was it?”
“The Crows.”
Sabbath’s fists clenched as Clash made his way over to him. He handed him a piece of paper tied to a heavy rock. “They sent us a message.”
Sabbath unrolled the paper and then instantly crinkled it up.
“CHURCH NOW!” he barked, marching over to the room they held their meetings in. Before he got through the door, he pointed at a few prospects. “Go grab the body and bring it inside, we don’t need the pigs sticking their snouts in our business.”
“We’re just going to drag her body in here?” Snyder asked in shock.
“No. You’re right, take it out back. We’ll dispose of it later.”
“Damn, Sabbath. She deserves more than that,” Clash challenged.
“Does it fucking matter now? She’s dead, and we got worse problems to deal with.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
His eyes moved toward me, and he frowned. “Like me putting a goddamn bullet in your head if you keep fucking questioning me, Clash. Get your ass in the war room before you’re carried there in a body bag.”