He stopped pacing when he realized Imogen was still in the room. “You can go now,” he growled.
She squeaked, quickly turning on her heels to flee the room.
“Was that fucking necessary?” I growled, immediately chasing after her.
I found her just outside the door, clutching her chest.
Touching her arm, I flinched back when she jumped and let out a little squeal.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.”
“Is he always that aggressive?”
“Lately, yeah.”
“He’s lucky that girl covered for him in there, otherwise, I’d be notifying the police.” She took a step back, eyeing my cut and the 1% patch on my chest.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I assured her. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” she snapped, adjusting her scrubs and stance. “He just caught me off guard.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation to you, I’m thankful for everything you’ve done for my brother in there.”
She nodded, taking a few more steps away. “I got to go,” she said quickly, disappearing down the hall.
Damn, I’ve never spooked a woman that fast before.
Sabbath stepped up behind me, carting Shasta like a ragdoll. “He fell asleep. Bastard can’t stay awake for longer than two minutes. I’m calling Church tomorrow; I expect you to be there.”
“I will be, Prez.”
He nodded, pulling Shasta behind him as he made his way down the hall. Before they got on the elevators, her eyes met mine, a silent plea for help, If I ever saw one.
But there was nothing I could do. Not when Sabbath was keeping a hold of her like that.
“Damn it,” I huffed out under my breath as I marched back to Sandman’s room.
“How did this shit get all fucked up, Jesse? One minute the club was great, now it’s filled with lies and acts of betrayal. I don’t know what the right answer is, but the more I think about everything he did, the more I’m swayed to end Sabbath’s miserable life.”
If Jesse heard me, he didn’t respond, so I settled back in the chair, allowing the dull beep of his heart monitor to lull me into my own restless sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Shasta
Sabbath led me to the elevator, but quickly shoved me in an alcove away from people’s prying eyes.
“We need to talk,” he said aggressively.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Sabbath. You wanted me to disappear, so they made me disappear.”
He fingered the bruise of my eye, and I flinched. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t!” I yelled, pushing his hands away. “You can’t say you’re sorry and just expect me to fall at your feet in forgiveness. That’s not how life works.”
“You’ve changed,” he said, his eyes bearing more venom than ever. “It’s like—” His head shook with indecision. “Are you skating around on me?”
The question was out of left field.He couldn’t know, could he?