“Wasp, read the last message she sent.”
Wasp frowned, his voice dropping an octave as he read the message. “Stay low. The club’s getting ready for a war. I heard a few of them talking, and their plan is to take your whole club down, Magnus. Please, stay hidden until I figure out what their plan is. I got Wasp right where I want him, so it’s only a matter of time before he patches me in as his Ol’ Lady and we take this club down once and for all. The asshole actually thinks he has me under his thumb. Makes me call him Master and a bunch of other stupid bullshit. The man couldn’t dominate a woman if he tried. He’s fucking too stupid to realize he’s playing right into our hands.” Wasp’s head shot up, looking a bit wounded. She played him. The master of manipulation was fucking being manipulated by his own pawn.
“Wasp, believe me. I love you!” she shouted.
“Fuck you,” he said, throwing the phone on the table. He then walked across the room and leaned against a door, glaring at her with ample amounts of hostility.
“So, what do we do with her?” Snyder asked. “If she betrayed the club, why the fuck is she still breathing?”
“Because we need her, Snyder. This bitch is going to lead us right to the Crows.”
“I’ll never help you!” she shouted.
“Oh? But I think you will, Keelie. Priest, do your worst.”
Priest shot him a look, shaking his head in disagreement. “I don’t harm women.”
“Well, today you will. Make her squeal like a little fucking piggy. I want to know where the Crows are. And this bitch has the answers I need. Pry them out of her one fucking finger at a time.”
“Sabbath, this isn’t our way!” Snyder challenged, getting up into his face. “You can’t ask Priest to do this.”
Sabbath violently shoved Snyder back, knocking him into a table. “I’ll do whatever I have to do in order to save my girl.”
“The Crows don’t even have Shasta! You’re lying!” Keelie shouted. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t kidnap her yourself. You’re fucking psychotic enough to do it.”
Sabbath smirked, shooting me a daring look. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Keelie.”
She screamed as Skid grabbed her from behind.
“Your little club came in here and burned their symbol out on my lawn. Then those bastards broke in and kidnapped Shasta while we were all distracted. You can try to deny it all you want, but you know just as well as I do, that your club is responsible for this mess. And now that we know who’s to blame, I’m gonna take pride in murdering them one fucking fucked up feather at a time. Starting with you, my dear.”
She spat at his face when his hand touched her cheek. The fight in her was strong as fuck. For someone who looked weak, she sure was strong.
“Fuck you!” she growled. “You’re wrong. Don’t listen to this delusional maniac. He’s going to get you all killed! Or better yet, he’ll fucking pull the trigger himself! Just like he did Leppard and Nina!”
Everyone in the room stopped, turning to look at Sabbath who just stood there like nothing was wrong.
“Nina? What the hell is she talking about, Sabbath. What’s wrong with Nina?” Clash asked.
“Nothing. The chick’s obviously off her rocker.”
Every member and prospect in the room could see through his bullshit. He definitely did something to Nina, but what it was, none of us probably would ever know. The only person in the room not affected by this news was Wasp, who stood there with his back straight, trying to look inconspicuous.
What was up with that?
“Make her talk, Priest. The rest of you, follow me!” He shot a look at me and Skid. “Except you two. I need you there as backup while he gets the bitch to talk.”
“What are we supposed to do with her when she finally does?”
“I don’t know. Get creative. But I don’t want this bitch talking ever again. She needs to know what happens when you cross a Lewd Outlaw.”
No man dared to say another word. Sabbath was too far gone to question him at the moment.
If what Keelie was saying was true, then I wasn’t sure who to follow anymore. The club never hurt women, but now he was asking us to do just that. Priest looked mortally wounded as we carried Keelie from the clubhouse kicking and screaming. Why was Sabbath asking him to do this of all people? The man was quiet and reclusive. He spent eighty percent of his time away from the clubhouse, only showing up when we had Church or club functions. Half the time, he didn’t even seem like he was part of the club, but for some reason he was asking Priest to take care of her. Why? What was so special about Priest that he was the man who Sabbath turned to do his bidding?
“Where are we taking her?” Skid asked.
“To the warehouse,” Priest said with a sad face. “But I’ll meet you guys there.”