“Oh, yippie,” she said sarcastically, her arms hanging loosely by her sides as he hugged her and she refused to hug him back.
Anybody smart would’ve seen through the facade, but the naïve ones soaked this shit up, believing Sabbath’s load of bullshit.
“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sabbath said, carting Shasta back to the original prison he held her in.
The clubhouse.
Chapter Thirteen
Shasta
I don’t know why I played along with Sabbath’s little game, but I was honestly wondering if shit would change now that the Crow’s had been dealt with. Hearing what happened to them left me feeling guilty as hell. I never really got my closure with Hoax like I hoped I would.
Part of me wanted to be the one to pull the trigger that ended his miserable life, but hearing he died watching the rest of his club burn to the ground, helped a little.
“Okay, so what really happened?” Snyder asked, bringing me into his arms when it was just me and him.
“What do you think happened?”
“I think that Sabbath had something to do with your kidnapping. Am I wrong?”
“You know, you’re pretty smart for an Outlaw,” I said with a laugh.
He moved some fingers through my hair, then bent down and gave me a toe-curling kiss. Damn, I was silently falling for this man.
“Shasta, I want to get us out of here. We can leave together, just you and me. I’ll take you somewhere where the club can never touch you again.”
I hung my head in shame. “Why? When half the club already has.”
“Hey, now. That’s enough of that.”
“Well, it’s true. While you guys were playing Crow annihilation games, I got Skid and Warrant to turn.”
“How?”
I kept their secrets to myself. That was their secret to expose, not mine. “I’m very good at convincing men to sleep with me. All I had to do was give them all they could ever desire.”
“I’m serious, Shasta. Let’s get out of here. Just you and me. We’ll leave Texas and find some place safe for us to hunker down in.”
Moving out of his grasp, I forced myself to look out the window, desperate to look anywhere but his eyes. I could get so lost in those pools of blue.
“I’m not leaving without Ramona.”
“Wait, what?”
“If I leave, Ramona’s coming with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not leaving her here in this fucking shit show alone.”
“She’s one of the girls who fucked Sabbath.”
“I know. And I’ve forgiven her for that.”
“So why would you want to protect her?”
That was another secret that wasn’t mine to share. If I was going to keep Ramona safe, her pregnancy needed to remain a secret, even from Snyder.