He took my hands in his, staring directly into my eyes. “Give me one last chance to prove to you how much you mean to me. Once I rid the world of Hoax and all his Crows, things should die down. Then you and I can go back to a world where we existed in harmony instead of always at odds.”
I took a step back from him, hugging my torso. “What world was that? Because the only world I’ve ever experienced is one where I’m brought nothing but heartache and despair.”
“Shasta... please...”
“It’s too late, Sabbath. When this is all over, I’m asking you, if you even care about me a little, to let me go. I just can’t do this anymore.”
Sabbath’s head hung in shame. If he was angry, he didn’t show it. He just stood there looking defeated as fuck.
“If that’s what you want... I guess I can’t stop you.”
He started to leave the room, but not before he turned to look at me one last time.
“You were right, by the way. Adam has never stopped loving you. You’re right here, deep down in his soul.” He pointed to his heart, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
“And Sabbath?” I asked, looking at him with no indifference. “Does he love me too?”
He shook his head, holding the handle to the door that separated me from the outside world.
“Sabbath only loves himself,” he said coldly.
The truth of his words left me with nothing but shivers and impending dread plaguing every bone in my body.
Chapter Twelve
Warrant
We stood outside the farmhouse just outside of town. There were at least fifty motorcycles and vehicles on the property, and you could hear laughing and music coming from the barn.
“You two, sweep the house,” Sabbath instructed. “Snyder, you and Clash check the bunkhouse. The rest of you, follow me. We have some Crows to slaughter.”
Skid shot me a wary look. The whole fucking club was here, all except Priest who had been absent since the incident with Keelie in the warehouse. The second he found out she died in the car, he disappeared, nobody knowing where the fuck he went.
“How many of them do you think there are?” Skid whispered, as we approached the house.
“I don’t know.”
We moved in the shadows, using the darkness of the moonless night to keep us concealed. There were silencers on all of our guns, and everyone, even the prospects, were armed and ready. This was going to be a fucking bloodbath.
“Victor,” Skid called out after me.
I stopped, my back going rigid. “Please don’t call me that,” I warned him, not wanting to relive that night again.
Shasta had given us both a taste of what the good life could be. A life where nobody judged us based on our sexual preferences and I could live without feeling like I’d be shot dead for wanting cock instead of pussy. Skid was my fucking dream man, and now I had to let him go. It was the only fucking way.
“Why?” he asked, confused.
“Because what happened in that warehouse was a mistake, Skid. You’d be smart to just forget about it.”
He grabbed my arm, slamming my body up against the house until it was just me and him encased in shadows.
“Stop lying to yourself!” he whisper-shouted. “I know you fucking enjoyed it just as much as I did.”
I tried to push him away, but he had an arm pressed to my neck, immobilizing me.
Fuck, that shit was hot as fuck and had my cock hard and ready.
“If we weren’t about to fucking walk into a massacre, I’d get on my knees right now, and fucking suck this big fat dick you’re sporting in your pants.”