“What do you mean?”
He smirked, rubbing the scruff on his chin as a devious smile slithered across his face.
“I’m going to make things right between her and I and show her just who fucking owns her.”
He started back down the hall, and everything inside of me wanted to fucking stand up to him and tell him it wasn’t worth it. But deep down, I knew she loved him, and no matter how many seductive words I threw her way, or looks that drank her in, I’d never get to own her like he does. She still loved him, and that was one hurdle not even cheating can overcome.
I marched back into the lounge and threw myself down in front of the bar, tapping the top of it so that one of our prospects, Poison, could pour me a drink.
“You’re looking glum, Snyder. What’s up, man?”
I downed the glass of whiskey he sat in front of me and motioned for another shot. The bitter amber liquid bit its way down my throat, burning everything as it went. It tasted horrible, but damn, did I need it right now. “Double that shit this time, Prospect.”
He nodded, pouring me the drink. Poison was our best prospect. He’d been hanging around the club for months before we finally brought him under our wing, and it turned out he was the best damn bartender we ever had, a true mixologist. It's why he got his name, feeding us the poison of the Gods every time we got thirsty.
“Hey, your neck is bleeding.”
Shit, I forgot that bastard cut me.
I took my thumb, swiping it over my throat, then held it up so I could look at it. “It’s barely a scratch. I’ll be fine.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. Just Sabbath being a dickhead again. If that man wasn’t my brother and one hell of a Prez, I wouldn’t be putting up with his shit like I have. I just feel bad for Shasta. She doesn’t need that shit.”
Poison nodded. “It seems like he’s been a bit of a tyrant lately, and I’ve noticed his dick has been not as dry as it should be.”
A sort of chuckle escaped my mouth as I downed my next shot. “That guy’s never dry. He’s always dipping his stick in places it don’t belong.”
Poison started cleaning off a few glasses. “So, you’re saying if you were him, you wouldn’t be doing the same thing?”
Saluting him with my drink, I smirked. “Fuck no, Prospect. If I were in Sabbath’s shoes, there would only be one fucking pussy I’d be all up in…”
“Oh yeah? Whose?”
Without speaking, I saluted him again and stepped away from the bar. I wasn’t about to voice my inner fantasies about the Prez’s Ol’ Lady to a damn prospect. There were too many bastards in this club that would use that shit against me.
No. My attraction to Shasta was going to stay locked away in that tight little space in my heart, the one she somehow managed to claim without even trying.
“It doesn’t matter, Prospect. That’s one pussy I’ll never get to claim.”
Chapter Five
Shasta
My pillow was heavily saturated with my own miserable tears. Every single one of them was tethered to the pieces of my shattered heart that Adam always seemed to piece back together, but Sabbath somehow managed to smash to smithereens.
It was a never-ending cycle of destruction, one that was wearing me down bit by painful bit.
After Snyder abandoned me in my state of duress, I had no other choice but to wallow in my self-loathing and pity. I was dying inside, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I finally snapped.
It seemed like hours before Sabbath re-entered our room. I was already asleep, periodically taking sobbing breaths as I tried to maintain what little sanity I had left.
I was awoken to the bed sagging next to me, and then the smell of freshly cut flowers appearing under my nose.
Flowers?
Damn it, why did he always do this to me?Every time I got close to leaving him, Adam would come back, reminding me of why I’m so devoted to him, reeling me back in with his false promises and that thread of love that keeps us intertwined.