“I’m sorry, okay?” I growled as those tiny little black spots dotted my vision again. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. We were on our way back to the club, and the van came out of nowhere.”
“You better hope she’s not dead,” Sabbath yelled. “I’ll fucking pluck out your eyeballs and shove them down your cock if anything happens to my woman.”
Words stuck to my tongue as I fought the urge to call her my woman, too. And I could see that same notion running through Clash’s and Snyder’s heads. We all felt like we owned her, but that title belonged to Sabbath whether we liked it or not.
“Prez, I got the last cellphone tower her phone pinged at,” Ranger exclaimed, stepping in between us. “It’s at those abandoned buildings on Seventeenth and Rose. If we hurry, we might be able to find her before it’s too late.”
“Motley, Axl, take Sandman back to the club and put his bike on the ramp. Get Zeppelin to look at him.” He turned to me. “You better fucking pray that my woman isn’t fucking hurt, Sandman, because if she is, your head is fucking mine.”
“If you think I’m going to standby and wait for you to find her, you’re sadly mistaken. This was my fuck up, and I plan on fixing it with or without a concussion.” I turned my head to Motley and glared. “I’m taking your fucking bike.”
“You’re in no condition to ride, Sandman,” Snyder argued.
“If I kill myself, I kill myself. I’m going with you fuckers whether you want me there or not. I’m not stopping until Shasta is brought home to the clubhouse where she belongs.”
Sabbath’s eyes narrowed, almost like he could tell that something was up. But if he was suspecting anything, he didn’t say. He just stood there, arms crossed, glaring at me like I was wearing a Dismembered Crow’s cut instead of the Lewd Outlaws one on my back.
All heads swiveled to look at him as if they were waiting for his order. It was the right thing to do, given he had the highest ranking in the club, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t going to sit back and wait for them to find Shasta. There wasn’t a head injury in this world that would keep me from joining my brothers on this mission to find her.
“You heard the fuck up. He’s coming. If the motherfucker kills himself on the way, that’s his problem, not mine. Hell, it’ll give me one less thing to do when I get back because the fucker is already on my hit list. And if any of you other assholes even think of pulling the shit numb nuts pulled on me back at the clubhouse, they’ll be more with their heads in a guillotine than just Sandman.”
The club was deadly silent. Nobody dared to question him or argue. When Sabbath said something, you fucking listened.
But that was something I was determined to change. Surviving the night and saving Shasta were my top priority, but the moment she was safe,Operation: Take Sabbath Downwould be in full swing.
The club deserved to know the truth.
And if I survived Sabbath’s wrath, I’d be taking that wrath and hitting him right where it counts… his patch.
Chapter Eleven
Shasta
“Hoax? What the hell are you doing? Where am I?”
He laughed evilly. “Is that any way to greet the man who took your virginity, Shasta?”
He grabbed a chair from just outside the door and drug it inside, bringing it to a stop right in front of me.
He sat in it, that smug smile toying with his cracked lips covered in sores. Ugh, he was so disgusting now. I couldn’t even imagine the women he’s been through since the last time we saw each other.
“What do you want, Monte?”
That smile spread even further. “My name on those lips still sounds so fucking good.” He leaned forward. “I want your man to suffer the way I did when he stole you away from me. I want him to know what it’s like to lose everything with one fucking blow job.”
I looked at the floor, ashamed of that part of my past.
Hoax laughed. “You thought I didn’t know, didn’t you?” His brows arched menacingly. “I fucking know everything, Shasta. More than you think I know.”
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Like how you’ve been fucking your way through his club like the whore you’ve always been. Giving that snatch up to any dick that wants it.”
How the fuck did he know that?
“Did you enjoy fucking his VP, Shasta? Did his dick taste as good as mine?”
When I didn’t say anything, he continued.