“I got her twice,” Snyder retorted, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Sorry, Clash, looks like you’re out of luck, Chuck.”
“I told you never to call me that!” Clash growled.
“Wait… your name is Chuck?”
“I should shoot you now and get it over with,” Clash growled.
“His real name is Charles, but his mom calls him Chuck or Chuckie. It’s so cute when she calls him Chuckie. That’s my favorite,” Snyder teased.
“And what’s your real name?” I asked, realizing I had no idea what any of the members' real names were. Only their road names.
“Yeah, Snydie, what’s your real name?”
Snyder’s smug smile stayed on his face; it was obvious his name didn’t bother him as much as Clash’s name bothered him.
“It’s Reese”
“Oooh, Reese. I like that. It’s really sexy,” I admitted.
“I’m gonna slap that smile right off your face if you look at me like that again, Snydie. So, what if you got a sexy name? My name is Masculine and strong, too. Tons of truck drivers have my name, and you know that truck drivers are some of the toughest around.”
“It’s also the name of the wimpiestRugratscharacter. I have a feeling you’re more like him.”
Clash let his middle finger fly, only causing Snyder to laugh.
“Face it,Chuckie, your name sucks compared to mine.”
Clash jumped up from the chair, placing his gun on the nightstand before yelling, “That’s it, asshole. Let’s go. You and me right now. Right here.”
Snyder rose up slowly from his seat, placing his gun on the tiny little table.
“You really going to challenge your VP, Clash?”
“No. I’m kicking the ass of one of my best friends for being an asshole.”
Snyder slowly crossed his arms across his chest. “I’m not going to fight you, Clash. So, if you’re feeling man enough, go ahead and throw the first punch. See what fucking happens.”
Before Clash could even move, a thunderous crash came from outside and had all of us jumping.
Both men instantly grabbed their guns.
“What was that?” I whispered.
Clash nodded to the back door as he made his way toward the front.
He peeked out the front window and ducked down.
“Shit, it’s the Crows.”
“How the fuck did they find us?” Snyder whispered.
“I have no idea. Maybe Sabbath was right, and they tracked my phone.”
Snyder looked out the back window. “There’s at least two coming around the back.”
I instantly sank to the floor, fear whipping through me like a gale force wind.
“What do we do?” I asked, my voice wobbling with insecurity.