That fucking bastard. I’ll kill him.
“We need all our men, Sabbath,” Snyder countered. “Wasp should be with us. Without him and Sandman, we’re down too many men.”
“I’d rather leave all the ladies here, Snyder. Wasp included.”
“Fuck you, Sabbath!” I roared, jumping to my feet. His lies were on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn’t spit them out, not when I knew he had a gun behind his back.
That evil twinkle returned to his eye. “This is my club, Wasp. You have to take whatever order I give you. And my order is for your bitchass to stay here.”
My backbone straightened. “Go fuck yourself, Sabbath. I wouldn’t want to go on this suicide mission anyway.” Before I marched out of the room, I turned to my other brothers, warning them all. “If you were smart, you wouldn’t believe a single word this motherfucker is saying. He doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself, and he’s just going to get you all killed.”
And with that, I left the room, too angry to hear Sabbath run his mouth a second longer.
“What the fuck was all that about?” Snyder questioned, storming into my room.
“What?”
“That shit in Church. Why the fuck were you spouting off all that shit?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.” Snyder gave me a stern eye, trying to coax the truth out of me. He knew I knew something, but I couldn’t tell him, not if I wanted to stay alive.
“I can’t tell you.” I grabbed a beer from out of my mini fridge and guzzled it. “Not if I want to live.”
“Wasp, if you know something about Sabbath, you need to tell me.”
I wanted to tell him. Man, did I fucking want to tell him, but my loyalty to the Outlaws was too strong, I just couldn’t snitch on my Prez, no matter how fucked up and depraved he was.
“Just be careful, Snyder. This war isn’t what it seems.”
“Wasp, now’s not the time to be all cryptic. If you fucking know something about what’s going on, I need you to tell me. I don’t want to go riding into a firing range.”
“Well, if you keep following Sabbath so blindly, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. If you care about her at all, you should really open your eyes and see that motherfucker for who he truly is. A snake. A snake that will bite your head off the first chance he gets.”
“Just tell me what’s going on, Wasp. Tell me what you know.”
I grabbed another beer and guzzled it down, coating my tongue with alcohol to keep my secrets choked down.
“I told you. I can’t. Just fucking watch your back out there, okay?”
Snyder shook his head. “Why does everyone keep protecting him? Why is everyone so scared to stand up to him?”
“Because we all know what he’s capable of, and no one wants to take him on. Sneaking around behind his back is all well and good, but until all of us join forces and stand up to him, nothing is going to change. We’ll still just be his minions doing all his dirty work. And she’ll still be his... his to claim... his to own... his to control.”
“What if I said something was in the works to take him down? Something that you’re already a part of, from what I heard.” I thought back to my little rendezvous with Shasta and knew exactly what he was referring to.
Fuck. Did she tell him?
“I’d say that you’ll all be dead before you ever get a chance to take him down. He’s too powerful, and he’s fucking volatile, Snyder. He’s a ticking time bomb seconds away from going off.”
“I know. But that’s why we have to get everyone on board. You included. Without you and the rest of the council, we got nothing.”
I took another beer out of the fridge, my third in the last ten minutes. Fuck. God, my nerves were shot.
“Snyder, come on!” Sabbath shouted. “I fucking need you.”
“This isn’t over,” Snyder whispered. “When I get back, you and I need to sit down and have a little chat.”