“Sabbath, don’t lock me in here. Please! I can’t go through this again.
“Come on,” he said to someone just outside the door. “Lock it and follow me. We have a war to win.”
The door clicked, and with it my independence slowly slipped away, along with any hope of surviving Sabbath’s and the Lewd Outlaws’ punishing clutches. Snyder was right, Sabbath was spiraling, I was just too naïve and stupid to see the writing on the wall.
I was going to die.
Once Sabbath found out, he was going to kill me. Just like Leppard... like Nina... like any person who has died by his cold dark hands.
My death was unfortunately inevitable, and as the silence of the space overwhelmed me, I started thinking back on all the things I did wrong, realizing that Sabbath was right.
It was my fault he went crazy.
My fault people were killed.
My sins were slowly choking the life out of me, and now that they caught up to me, there was no ending other than one that ended it all.
Chapter Nine
Warrant
Snyder, Clash, and the others were storming around the clubhouse, demanding answers. It felt kinda good to be in the loop for once. The fact that all of his number ones had fallen so far down the ladder, played to my advantage.
“Where the fuck is she?” Snyder demanded.
“You saw the note,” Sabbath exclaimed. “The Crows have her.”
“But where are the Crows?” Snyder growled. “How are we supposed to find her if they’ve gone into hiding?”
Sabbath had a little gleam to his eye, one that I didn’t quite understand. “Well, you see, Snyder. Sometimes, you gotta use a rat to find a rat.”
He stared at Snyder sternly, almost like he was insinuating that Snyder was the rat, which he was, I just didn’t have proof. I knew something was going on between him and Shasta, but I didn’t have any way to back it up.
Snyder stopped his pacing and turned. “If you’re trying to say that I’m the rat, Sabbath, you’re even more delusional than I thought.”
“Not you,” Sabbath said gleefully. “Her.”
He pointed an angry finger across the room, directly at Keelie who was standing there like a deer in headlights.
“I was trying to figure out how the Crows were getting so much intel on us so quickly. Why they knew to flee when they did? How they just happened to know things about the club they shouldn’t? We already got rid of Fox, but the Crows still knew so much. The only thing different between hunting down Fox and right now is her.”
“Sabbath... I...” she stuttered uncontrollably.
Wasp took a step forward. “There’s no way she’s the informant, Sabbath. I fucking had her tied up ninety percent of the time.”
“See, I thought that as well, but then I started observing, Wasp. Especially after you sent her packing. Women don’t move around all stealthily unless they’re looking for information, and this one was sneaking around way too much. Exhibit one,” he said, placing a phone on the table. “This is Keelie’s cell phone. Why don’t you look through it and tell me what you find, Wasp?”
Wasp picked up the phone, first thumbing through the messages then the pictures. His mouth dropped.
“Wait! She’s a Crow?”
“Not exactly. She’s the sister to a Crow’s Ol’ Lady, sent here to infiltrate our little club. Isn’t that right, Keelie? How’s Magnus and Haven by the way?”
She looked white as fuck, and my blood started broiling beneath my skin.
“Sabbath... please... you have this all wrong.!” she squeaked.
“Do I?”