We all gave each other a look, then we took off in a sprint.
Chapter Twelve
Shasta
I felt the squish before I ever looked down. That’s when my heart gave out, and the blood-curdling scream vibrated out of me.
The bloody arm I stepped on was lying lifelessly on the ground, a note stapled to the decaying flesh.
“Shh, don’t look, Shasta.”
I’d gone completely catatonic, unable to do anything but scream and cry.
“Get her the fuck out of here!” Sabbath boomed, pointing to the clubhouse doors.
Clash carted me away, ushering me into the clubhouse, thinking I was far enough away. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t unsee that if I tried.
Who would do that?
Whose arm did that belong to?
My mind raced back to what Sabbath said about Nina, and I suddenly felt alive again.
“He did this!” I yelled. “Sabbath did this.”
“Hey now, you’re talking crazy. Sabbath may be a lot of things, but he would never harm a woman.”
I had the punches and slaps to prove him wrong, but my gut surged with certainty. This had Sabbath’s name written all over it.
“No, Clash. You’re wrong. He did this. He told me he forced Nina to get an abortion just like he made me do back then. He must’ve killed her instead! That’s Nina’s hand, I’d know that shitty manicure anywhere.”
He wiped the tears from my eyes, but no amount of soothing was going to change my mind. I don’t know how or why, but I knew Sabbath had something to do with this. I just had to prove it.
I shot up to my feet, rushing for the door that led out of the clubhouse.
“Shasta, wait!”
All the men were outside. Some were throwing up in bushes, others were looking queasy and ready for war.
“What sick son of a bitch would do this?” Snyder asked, his fists clenched, his body rigid with rage.
Sabbath bent down and retrieved the note from the arm, the painted fingernails were curled and already in the final stages of rigor mortis.
My stomach coiled, knowing whose hand that belonged to. Nina.
“What’s it say?” Skid asked, looking green and ready to vomit.
“It says...” Sabbath’s fists curled around the note after he read it. “It says you take my woman, I take yours. If you want the rest, come and get her. Then it has a crow on the bottom.”
Snyder took the note away from Sabbath and threw it to the ground.
“This ends tonight!” he shouted. “Hoax and the Crows will pay for this!”
Was I wrong?
Did Hoax do this and not Sabbath? Hoax’s men did kill Rose. They left me for dead, which meant they were capable of killing women. Could Nina be alive, and they just took her arm?
“Snyder’s right!” Sabbath shouted. “Tonight, the Crow’s tyranny will end, and we will show them once and for all that you don’t fuck with the Outlaws!”