His words were scattered and crazy. He wasn’t thinking straight, and making decisions like this on a whim wasn’t a good thing. “Kidnap Shasta, bring her back here, and don’t tell anyone shit. I want the club to think she’s been kidnapped again by the Crows.”
“Why?”
“Because in order to start a war, you sometimes have to sacrifice your queen.”
Chapter Seven
Warrant
Fuck! This was a really bad fucking idea. Skid and I were standing outside Ramona’s apartment waiting for her to leave. Shasta was inside, staying as far away from Sabbath as she could. Earlier today, Sabbath tried to talk to her, but when shit started to get heated, Snyder, Clash, and Wasp all jumped in, coming to her defense. I could see why Sabbath was asking us to do this instead of them. Their allegiance had shifted. Almost like they were forming their own little club inside the club.
Axl came out of the clubhouse, stopping a few feet away from us.
“What are you guys doing out here?”
Skid looked over at him and shrugged. “Sabbath has us on babysitting duty. Apparently, the Crows have put another hit out on Shasta’s head.”
Axl nodded. “Ah, makes sense.”
“Why are you out here?” I questioned, wondering why he was sniffing around in the back.
“Came to talk to Ramona. She’s been avoiding me the past few weeks and I want to know why.”
Perfect! If Axl could take Ramona away from the apartment, that left a great opportunity for us to grab Shasta and go. Only, now we’d have to create some sort of ruckus to get the attention off us.
Axl made his way up the stairs and knocked on the door of Ramona’s apartment. She answered it, but didn’t look too pleased to see him.
“Can we talk?” he questioned.
She looked behind her then stepped out onto the stairs.
“What do you want, Axl?”
“Please, Ramona, just a few minutes of your time. That’s all I’m asking for.” Axl shot us a look and frowned. “Can we go somewhere private?”
She sighed and nodded her head. “Yeah, we can.”
He grinned widely, obviously getting the answer he was looking for. “Great! I’ll take you to dinner.”
“Dinner?”
“Yeah, when I say private, I mean not here.”
“Let me get my things then,” she stated, disappearing inside for a few minutes. When she reemerged, she was holding a purse and wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt.
“Okay, let’s go.”
I lit up a cigarette and pretended to not be watching, but I found it a little odd that Axl was going out of his way to wine and dine Ramona. Something was up, I just didn’t know exactly what was happening.
They climbed on his bike and rode out of the back parking lot just as Priest came striding outside.
“There’s too many people here,” I exclaimed, looking between my two brothers. “How the fuck are we supposed to get Shasta out of here without someone seeing?”
Priest, without saying a word, walked over to a shed and grabbed a gas can, he then started for the front of the building.
“What are you doing?” Skid hollered after him.
“Distracting,” he said coolly.