Shasta needed us right now, and if I heard anything funny behind that door, I wouldn’t hesitate breaking down the solid wood to get to her.
I just hope Sabbath’s smart enough to not lay a finger on her, because if I find out that man hurts a single hair on her head, I’ll fucking murder him.
No man will ever hurt a woman while I’m around—not even my Prez.
Chapter Five
Shasta
My heart stammered inside my chest when I saw the two sexy men standing outside Sabbath’s door.
Snyder’s eyes roved over me, his cheeks flaming with desire and need as he drank me in. Fuck, the man was pure sin, and I still couldn’t believe that we’d taken it as far as we did.
My gaze moved over to Sandman. He was barely leaning against the wall, muscles bulging as he crossed his arms in front of him. They both were wearing their cuts, but it was the white T-shirt beneath Sandman’s that was drawing my eye. Every muscle was shadowed beneath it, stretching the flimsy fabric to its full extent. His hazel eyes were like two dark storm clouds, and they hadn’t left me since I walked through the door.
Impulse had me reaching out to touch both of them, not caring if anyone else saw. This was a full out war, and I was about to enter a den full of lies just to appease the beast who broke my heart.
Snyder sucked in a breath when my fingers grazed his biceps, stopping on his shoulder that was healing just fine. His eyes pinched shut as he fought the urge to touch me. We both had to play this cool, especially with Sabbath waiting for me on the other side.
Sandman had a little more restraint. He stood there stoically like a mountain. If my touch dismantled him in any way, he didn’t show it. He was expressionless. Completely blank.
But their silent strength did ease my nerves. Knowing that these two men were standing outside the door, ready to protect me if I needed it, helped me feel stronger myself.
I didn’t know who I would find behind that door.
Would it be Adam, the man I loved since college, or would it be Sabbath the man who destroyed me?
I didn’t bother knocking. Why would I? He invited me in, and if I found him with another woman, I would just go postal on them both. But he was alone, standing near the window, watching the world pass him by.
He looked up once the door was shut, and I couldn’t read his expression. Was he angry? Was that grief or remorse? Was he even sorry for what he did?
“Well, you got me here. What do you want, Sabbath?”
His eyebrows pleated in the middle, and frustration took over.
“Why do you look at me like I’m the devil?” he asked, his tone saddened with misery.
“Because you are.”
He frowned.
“Do you think I enjoyed hurting you?”
“No. But I think you enjoyed fucking them.”
He shrugged. “Yes… and no.” He pushed away from the wall and walked toward me, settling in front of his desk, and sitting on the edge. “I missed you in our bed last night.”
“Funny, I didn’t miss you at all.”
He refrained from getting angry, acting like a totally different person than the man who blew up my phone and threatened my life last night.
This was Adam.
“We need to talk about Nina,” he said softly.
“What’s there to talk about? You knocked her up, end of story.”
My eyes wandered over Sabbath’s many tattoos, and I remembered how each one appeared on his skin. All the tattoos just made him even sexier. His Spanish descent enhanced his skin with that rich olive tone, but it was his dark features that originally grabbed my attention. Eyes so brown they were almost black, reminding me of the shadows under a tree. His hair mirrored a rock of coal and was always messy and needed taming.