He hid behind his faith, that was something I could tell, but whatever was in Priest’s past he wasn’t giving it up, and the only person who knew was Sabbath.
“Don’t worry about the product, Skid. Nobody is going to miss an ounce or two here and there. Besides, I need this fix, just as much as you do.” He finished cutting a line for me on the table then pushed my head towards it. “Go on, have a taste.”
Without hesitation, I took the hit, enjoying how it fucked with my goddamn head almost immediately.
“So, what makes you think the club is double crossing you?” I asked, sniffing loudly as I allowed the drug to take over my mind.
“Because Snyder is turning my woman against me. That’s why. It’s been almost three months, and she won’t even fuck me anymore.”
Priest set down his book and gave him a stern glare. The man was all muscle, lean and ripped from head to toe. He had mousy brown hair that hung lazily over his dark green eyes and he always wore the same outfit. Tight jeans and a black fitted shirt with a large silver necklace with a studded cross sitting in the middle of his chest. “Don’t you think that her cold shoulder has something to do with all the women you’ve been fucking lately? Shit, weren’t you with Keelie not too long ago?”
Sabbath nodded his head. “Keelie was a solid fuck. Obedient in every way. You should hit her up, Priest. A little pussy might do you some good.”
Priest shook his head. “I’m not interested in fucking anyone in the club, Sabbath. You should know that.”
Sabbath laughed. “Oh, I fucking do. It must suck being God’s little play toy and not getting to have any fun.”
Priest’s eyes narrowed. “Leave my religion out of this. My connection to God is none of your concern.”
“Remind me again why we keep this pussy around?” I asked Sabbath, taking a swig off a beer bottle.
“I haven’t needed Priest’s talents yet. Once I do, you’ll see why he’s a necessity for the club.”
The corner of Priest’s mouth slightly twitched, but he leaned back and picked up his book again, going back to his own little world.
A loud knock on the door made us all jump. But Sabbath was quickly on his feet, answering it.
“Looks like the gang’s all here now!” he said gleefully as Warrant’s commanding presence appeared in the doorframe. My heart sped up a little when his gaze dropped to me, then faltered when a frown appeared on his face and a look of disappointment took over.
“Why did you call me here, Sabbath?” Warrant asked, his gaze averting away from me.
I felt my nose, realizing there was a powdery mess just under it. Shit. Not a lot of people know about my addiction, and here I was, flaunting it haphazardly.
“Because I need your help. You three are the only three I trust, and I’m going to need all of you to fix this little problem we’re having in the club.”
“Fix it how?” Warrant asked.
“I need to get Shasta out of the clubhouse for a few weeks. She’s a fucking distraction. Plus, I don’t want her in harm’s way when I go after that fuckhead Hoax and all his itty-bitty birdies. We’re going to annihilate that murder of Crows, boys. It’s what’s next on my to-do list.”
Warrant and I shared a look.
“I want you to kidnap Shasta and take her back here,” he stated, continuing his plan. “Don’t let anyone see you. Take her in the middle of the night, blindfold and gag the bitch if you have to, then bring her back here. You three can take shifts on who stays with her.”
“Sabbath... do you really think kidnapping is a good idea? Why don’t you just tell her that you want her to go into hiding again?”
“Yeah, because that went over so well last time. Now the little bitch is fawning all over my supposed second in command. She’s closer to him than she ever was with me. Nope, this is what I need, boys. I’ll scare the bitch into submission again. Every night, I’ll come here, slowly wooing her back into my bed. I’ll make her love me again. She’s just being a little standoffish now, but eventually she’ll remember why she fell in love with me in the first place.” His eyes moved and darted around the room, the heroin hitting him hard.
“Will you guys do this for me? You three are the only ones I can trust anymore.”
Priest gave him a single nod, then went straight back to reading, but Warrant and I were both hesitant.
“Sabbath, this feels like a bad idea,” Warrant said, mirroring my own thoughts. “You’re not thinking with a straight head. Shasta’s already been kidnapped and raped, don’t you think it’s going to create a problem? PTSD or some shit?”
Sabbath moved across the room so fast I barely could track him in my drugged-out brain. The knife was against Warrant’s throat, the shorter man staring up at him with rage flashing in his eyes. “Are you fucking questioning me?”
Warrant shook his head. “I just don’t think you’re thinking this through. That’s all.”
Sabbath slightly pulled away, nodding his head. “You may be right, but I also know that I am right. Therefore, you do as I say.”