“What’s up?”
“Clash is doing something else for me, and Sandman’s laid up in the hospital, so I need someone to come help me with something...” His voice wavered, trailing off absently, almost like he was in a panic.
He was being cryptic. That was never good.
“All right, I’ll be there in about twenty.”
“Make it fifteen.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, Wasp?”
“Yeah, Prez?”
“Bring some bleach and trash bags.”
Shit.
My mind raced with a million possibilities as I drove up to the cabin. What in the fuck was Sabbath doing up there alone? And why the hell did he need bleach and trash bags?
I tried to prepare myself for every damn possibility that I could imagine, but nothing… not one single thing prepared me for what I found inside that cabin when I opened the door.
***
“Earth to, Wasp. Come in, Wasp.”
My eyes blinked back the veil of red that suddenly came over them, and I pushed away the memory just as fast as it came.
Everyone in the room was staring at me, and it was obvious I missed a key part of the conversation.
“What’d I miss?”
Snyder shook his head and chuckled. “I asked you what you thought about the situation. It seems like we are all questioning his sanity right now.”
I stretched out my arms. They hadn’t stopped aching since that day. Those trash bags were fucking heavy as hell.
“I think he’s losing his mind.”
That seemed to suffice the conspiring VP. As much as I hated to admit it, Snyder was right. Sabbath was too much of a loose cannon right now, and if the other day was any indication of what that man was capable of, I didn’t know if I wanted to follow his lead a second longer.
I’ve done some fucked up depraved shit in my day. But nothing like that.
“So, what do we do?” Priest asked quietly.
The rest of the club had left the room not long after Sabbath made his exit, but Ranger, Clash, Snyder, Warrant, Skid, Priest, and myself all stayed behind.
“Nothing,” Warrant said with a growl.
“How can we do nothing, Warrant? The man is going to destroy the club,” Snyder shouted.
Skid shot Warrant a wary look, but he was always looking at Warrant when he thought no one was watching.
Smirking, I hid my knowing smile as I watched my fellow brother adjust himself and try to play it cool.
It was amazing the things you saw around here when you actually paid attention. Things others were blind to.
“We need to play it cool,” Clash added. “At least until we have something solid that we can use against him. Right now… we have nothing.”