“I definitely have a concussion. But that’s not the problem.”
It was like everything clicked for him. “Shasta?” His voice raised two octaves, panic taking over. It was easy to see that he was emotionally invested in her wellbeing, just as much as I was.
“Gone.”
“What do you mean, gone?”
I groaned again, trying to take the pressure off my leg that was throbbing in sync with my pounding headache.
“A white van pulled into my lane, causing me to veer off the road. I think it was intentional because after I woke up from being unconscious, Shasta was nowhere to be found.
“Shit!” he growled. “Do you think it was Hoax?”
“Possibly, but I have no clue who took her or where they went. I got nothing.”
You could hear the frustration in his voice, and he started breathing hard, like he was pacing.
“We’re going to have to tell Sabbath.”
“I know.”
“He’s going to have your ass for this. You know that, right?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying desperately to stop the pain in my head from going nuclear.
“He can take it up with me later. If the Crows have her, then he’s going to need me.”
“Not if you have a concussion, Sandman. You’ll be no use to the club if that’s the case.”
My hand clenched my phone, almost breaking it in my grasp. “Goddamn it, Snyder. Who gives a fuck if I have a concussion? Shasta’s gone, and I’ll move heaven and earth to get her back.
There was a long, drawn out pause before a heavy sigh followed. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, maybe I did.”
“This complicates things,” he said, a longer sigh following. “The more members who touch her, the hairier shit gets. Sabbath is going to go homicidal if this shit gets out.”
“He’s going to be homicidal already, Snyder. I fucking lost his Ol’ Lady. She was fucking stolen after the bastard made me wreck my baby. I’ll fucking kill him for that. Nobody touches Orion and gets away with it, but better yet, nobody touches Shasta and fucking lives to tell the tale.”
“Damn right, Brother. Send me your location, and I’ll let Sabbath know what’s going on. We’ll meet you there in a few.”
The phone line went dead, and instead of waiting like he asked, I started to search around for anything that would show me where she was.
There was nothing. Not a single thing around me that told me shit about where Shasta was. I swear to God, if anything happens to that woman, I’ll never forgive myself. Fucking Shasta on my property breathed new life into my soul, life I didn’t think I’d ever get back because of Lindy breaking my heart the way she did.
I thought I’d never connect with another woman again, but knowing that Shasta was out there somewhere, probably frightened and hurt, made a piece of me open up and want to kill everything that got in my path. I would find her no matter what the cost for me may be, even if I put my own life on the line doing it.
Twenty minutes later, the roar of motorcycles filled the back road, and my brothers pulled up two at a time. Sabbath led the group, and the second his bike was parked and leaning on the kickstand, he was charging toward me, fists balled up and ready to swing.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” he raged, his whole body ramming me in the gut as he came at me full force.
I was partially ready, but with my head injury, I wasn’t at my best. He swung at me, easily nailing me in the side of the head and creating even more chaos behind my ears.
“Sabbath, stop!” Snyder ordered from behind him.
Snyder, Clash, Ranger, Wasp, and Warrant all came up behind him, and it took all of them to pull our Prez off my body.
He was snarling and growling like a feral beast, swiping at me with his fists, eyes flashing with determination to tear me apart limb by fucking limb.