Clash and everyone else in the club, quickly scattered, running toward the meeting room.
I’d somehow found my way over to Ramona, who was crouched on the ground, crying.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s over.”
She gripped my waist, tears flooding down her face. “I just want to get out of here, Shasta.”
“You will. I promise you will.”
She looked up at me. “Did you see what the note said?”
I shook my head. “He crinkled it up too fast.”
“Why are they doing this?”
I thought about my ex who headed up that damn club, knowing he was the root of everything. Before I met Adam, I had fallen head over heels for a guy named Monte, a preppy, rich trust fund kid who went to high school with me. We had a pretty great relationship, then he started hanging out with some bad people, next thing I knew he was in a biker club.
I broke shit off with him before he could claim me, but I think it left a bitter taste in his mouth, especially after I hooked up with Adam. They’ve had a shitty rivalry ever since.
It was hard to concentrate on what was going on. I was tired and fatigued, my whole body still coming down from the intense orgasm Sabbath had given me. For the first time in a long time, he had tended to my needs, and now I was back to where I was before, falling at his feet like a dutiful Ol’ Lady. But there was something that pulled me out of that moment. A wink.
Seeing Snyder’s sexy sea-blue eyes flirtatiously look my way, and the pang of attraction and worry that catapulted me in that second of eye contact we made as I assessed his wounded arm—all of it hit me at once. And it took the shot to break me out of my trance. I couldn’t shake the desire I felt toward my man’s second in command. He was everything I couldn’t have, but also everything I needed too.
Where Sabbath couldn’t give me the love and attention I desired, Snyder gave it to me with his eyes. He held so much devotion in those few seconds of measly eye contact that I was surprised others couldn’t feel it.
Something was brewing between us, and the longer we both held off from exploring it, the more intense that attraction became.
The doors of the meeting room swung open, and immediately Sabbath stomped my way.
He gripped my cheek when he reached me, his intense eyes boring a hole through me. “Pack your shit, baby. I need you to hide out for a little while.”
“Hide? Why?”
He uncrinkled the paper in his hands, allowing me to read the scribbled note that was written in a red substance that looked like dripping blood.
Shasta’s Next
Chapter Twelve
Snyder
“Rose is fucking dead!” Sabbath growled, his fingers curling around the piece of paper in his hand. “Now they want to put out a hit on my woman? Fuck them. I’m going to slit every one of those bastards’ throats myself.”
Every man in the room was silent, waiting for our Prez to lead us down the dark path that seemed inevitable. I still couldn’t believe that Rose was dead. She wasn’t the nicest girl in the world, especially to Shasta, but she didn’t deserve to go out the way she did either.
“What does the note say?” I asked, trying to remain calm.
“Shasta’s next.”
My stomach dropped. If a hit was out on Shasta that meant she wouldn’t be safe here.
“Then we need to hide her,” Clash interjected. “Move her before they have a chance to come after her.”
“It would have to be tonight,” Sandman added. “They won’t stick around after firing shots like that. They’d give a few days for shit to calm down, then come after her.”
Ranger stood up. “Sandman’s right. In order to protect Shasta, she’s going to need to go to the cabin.”
The cabin is where we took people to die. Enemies, hits, and any people who crossed us. The remote cabin proved to be the perfect hiding place for our club’s ever growing body count. Nobody but us knew it existed, and nobody ever dared to go up there.