“Shasta, wait! I didn’t mean it!” he hollered after me.
I whipped open the door, ready to run away from him and this god-forsaken club. But there was someone blocking my way, someone that had me seeing red.
Nina.
Nina’s cold eyes perused my injured cheek, her mouth pulling into an unfriendly smirk.
“Guess you got what you finally deserved, bitch,” she whispered, only loud enough for me to hear.
Rage took over me like a whirlwind, and before I knew what was happening, I launched myself at the nasty little hoe, ready to rip out every scuzzy inch of her shoddy weave.
She screamed, nails biting into my flesh as my hands rained hell down on her face, ready to beat and scratch it into an ugly pulp.
“Get off me, bitch!” she screeched.
But I was seeing red. I couldn’t see anything else but the turmoil the woman had caused in my life. We were only fighting for a few measly minutes, but it felt like an eternity—an eternity of hurt and betrayal that was finally coming to a bitter end. I wanted to murder her, I wanted to rip her soul out of her body and send it back to the Hell she crawled out of. Once I was done dismantling her ugly face, I was going to kick this bitch out of the clubhouse. If there was one thing good about being the Queen of the clubhouse, it was my ability to kick a bitch to the curb when the time came for her to get kicking.
With a vicious yank, I grabbed the bitch by her weave, throwing her head into the ground like I was in the middle of a cage fight.
Sabbath came up behind me, grabbing me by the waist as he attempted to pull me off of her.
“Calm down, Shasta. You can’t hurt her.”
“Really, Sabbath? You’re actually going to take her damn side?”
He power-maneuvered me from the ground, bringing me to my feet as I fought against him. I wanted to kill her. All the pain and hurt both of them put me through was worth the conviction if it meant I could rid the planet of this sad excuse for a woman.
“I have to,” he whispered into my hair, petting me like I was a wild dog instead of the woman he supposedly loved.
“Why? Why in the fuck do you have to side with this home wrecking slut bomb instead of your Ol’ Lady?”
Wiping the blood from her lip, Nina sat up, that smirking smug look reappearing on her face, and a calculated poison filling her deadly venomous eyes.
“Because I’m carrying his goddamn kid!” she yelled. “That’s fucking why.”
Chapter Eight
Clash
“What the fuck is going on?” Snyder questioned when we heard a monumental cat fight going on in the hallway.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out,” I exclaimed, excitedly getting up from my seat.
Snyder shook his head as I sprinted to the hallway, only to find Shasta beating the shit out of Nina on the floor.
Normally, this is the kind of shit I’d be selling tickets to and handing out popcorn, but Shasta looked like she was out for blood and there was a lot she didn’t know.
“Calm down, Shasta. You can’t hurt her,” Sabbath yelled into her hair. He had a strong grip around her waist, but Shasta was clawing at his arms, doing everything in her power to get back to scratching the crap out of Nina.
Her head swiveled to look at him, and the glare she had was the equivalent of darts nailing a dartboard. “Really, Sabbath? You’re actually going to take her damn side?”
It took everything in me not to pummel Sabbath for the way he manhandled Shasta. The big idiot grabbed her forcefully and yanked her back, dropping her on her feet as he continued to restrain her.
“I have to,” he whispered. I think he thought no one else could hear the tenderness in his voice, but I could hear it across the room. Despite the fucked-up way he’s navigated his relationship, the man was definitely in love with Shasta.
Shasta pulled out of his arms, her anger only getting stronger by the second. “Why? Why in the fuck do you have to side with this home wrecking slut bomb instead of your Ol’ Lady?”
“Because I’m carrying his goddamn kid!” Nina yelled. “That’s fucking why.”