“Sabbath?”
He stepped into the room with the biggest smile plastered all over his face. “Hey, baby.”
“What the hell is going on?” I growled, letting my guard down. I didn’t think he was here to hurt me. But why the fuck was he behind my kidnapping?
“Sit down,” he suggested, motioning to the bed. “I’d like to have a chat.”
“I’d rather stand, Sabbath.”
He frowned. “Suit yourself.”
“Why the fuck did you kidnap me?”
A coy smile slithered across his face as he said, “Because you are too much of a distraction for my men, and I need them to be focused on the task at hand.”
“Which is?”
“Murdering every last Crow that ever graced this godforsaken town.”
“So, you kidnapped me because?”
Sabbath laughed. “You don’t think I’ve noticed how Snyder looks at you? How each of my men have jumped to defend you anytime you and I get into it? Their loyalty has shifted, Shasta, and the only way to get them to do my bidding, is by manipulating them into thinking you’ve been kidnapped by the enemy.”
“You’re deranged,” I shouted, my voice echoing a bit again.
“Maybe, but it’s proving to be rather effective. You see, after my loyal men grabbed you, they planted another note, similar to the one Hoax left before. Only this time, it had a little piece of you on it.” He laughed maniacally, motioning to the cut on my arm that wasn’t there before. “It’s amazing what a little blood and a feminine handprint will do to rally the troops.”
“You’re insane!”
He nodded in agreement. “Am I insane? Maybe. But is it your fault that I am the way I am? Most definitely.”
“My fault? How the fuck is any of this my fault?”
“You tempt them, my love. You tempt us all. Your beauty is unmatched by any other female in this club, and men just gravitate to you. That’s dangerous when I’m looking for men who will do anything to obey me. I can’t have them distracted by my own bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
“In time.” He nodded thoughtfully.
“But first, I have a club to run and a bunch of Crows to dispose of. So, while I’m gone. Why don’t you just sit here and think about all the things you’ve done wrong—repent your sins if you will? And when I get back, I expect to find the girl I gave my patch to. Because when we return to the clubhouse, Shasta, you’ll be returning home with me.”
“Over my dead body.”
He smirked. “That can be arranged as well,” he murmured as he caressed my cheek. “Especially if any of my suspicions about you come true. So, think about the shit you’ve been doing lately, Shasta. Because if I find out that you’ve betrayed me in any way... I'll fucking end your life just like I did Nina.”
My eyes widened as a fucking shocked gasp escaped my throat. I couldn’t believe he was actually admitting it out loud.
He laughed again, this time like a super villain ready to exact his plot of revenge.
“You killed her?”
He gave nothing away, just stood there staring at me with all the answers in his blank psychotic gaze.
“Sabbath! Did you fucking kill Nina? ANSWER ME!”
He blinked a few times, then shrugged his shoulders. “What does it matter, Shasta? She’s not a problem for us anymore, and now we can move forward just like we were always meant to do.” Without another word, he exited the room, leaving me there cold and alone, and fearing for my life once again.
Why is it that the people closest to you turn out to be your biggest enemies?