Slowly, we both began dressing, neither of us saying a word until we had our jeans on and buttoned.
I turned around, ready to defend myself, but I was met with his fist, each of his knuckles pressing into my socket like a ton of bricks.
“Fuck,” I growled.
Another punch came to my gut, and it knocked the wind right out of me, forcing me to my knees.
“You ever fucking try to pull that shit on me again, Clash. I will fucking blow your goddamn brains out.”
He had my gun, the cold metal pressing to my temple as rage took over him. I didn’t blame him for it. If it were me on his end, I would be acting the same way.
He let me go, but only long enough for me to get one good swing in, knocking the gun from his hand.
“I wasn’t going to let you have all the fun, Snyder. Don’t you remember the pact we all made?”
He sat down on the chair across from the bed and sighed.
“Unfortunately…”
A sinister smile slid across my face as I remembered the day that changed all our lives forever.
It wasn’t long after Leppard got shot that Sabbath started acting strangely. He stepped into the Prez’s role with pride, but there was a darkness surrounding him, one none of us understood.
His possessiveness of Shasta increased, but it was like they were slowly pulling apart at the same time. There was no denying that the entire club wanted her, but we all had enough respect for Sabbath to keep our hands off her… or at least we did until that night.
Sabbath was drunk as fuck, flirting with Nina like he’d never flirted before. As far as I knew, he hadn’t strayed on Shasta before, but for some reason, he was entertaining the idea because Nina was gyrating and bouncing on his lap like a stripper.
“Do you want my cock, baby?” he growled into her ear, his hands gripping her breasts as we all watched in complete shock.
“Yesss,” she hissed out, her smile widening when his hand gripped her shirt and pulled the fabric in two. Her tits bounced out and he clutched them hard, kissing her neck as she writhed against him.
“Tell Sabbath you want his cock.”
“I want your cock,” Nina bit out, moaning when his hand slid down her front and into her shorty shorts.
“Mmm, you’re wet as fuck, Nina. Is that all for me?”
“Yes…”
“You want to ride my cock?”
She nodded.
“Will you do it in front of all my friends?” He motioned to the eight of us sitting in the room. All of our attention was on them, for more reasons than one.
Before this, sex was always done discreetly behind closed doors, but now that Sabbath had taken charge, he was changing all the rules.
“They can watch.”
Sabbath grinned over her shoulder. “Watch this, assholes. This is how you get a bitch off.”
He quickly got up from the couch, making her grip the back of it as he slid her shorts and panties down. The sound of his hand snapping across her ass echoed through the room, as he ripped open a condom and rolled that shit over himself with drunken fingers.
All of us watching shared a look, and I’m pretty sure the same alarm bells were going off in our heads.
How could he do this?
What about Shasta?