Chapter Sixteen
Skid
The way Warrant ran out of the room had my heart pumping violently in my chest. After everything that happened in the room, him pushing me away, sending me all these mixed signals, then beating the fuck out of me, the last thing I expected was for him to kiss me like that.
But he did. And the finality of that kiss hit me deep inside my soul.
Something told me that I should race after him, and before I could think of anything else, my feet were moving, heading in the same direction Warrant fled.
I didn’t have to go far to find him, he was standing outside the clubhouse doors, flagging Sabbath down.
He wouldn’t.
“Yo, Sabbath, I need to talk to you.”
Sabbath stopped walking and turned to face him.
“What’s up?”
Warrant ran a hand through his dark brown locks, those blue eyes shining with worry. He looked reluctant and hesitant, but it was definitely evident he had something on his mind, something he desperately wanted to tell Sabbath. And if my gut was telling me right, he was about to knock this whole club on its ass.
“I have something I need to tell you.”
Please no.
“Well, out with it. The rest of the club is going to be back soon, and I have some shit to do.”
“It’s about Shasta.”
Fuck! He’s really doing this!
Sabbath’s back went ramrod straight, and I could see his brow narrowing. “What about her?”
“Well, I don’t know how to tell you this. But Hoax wasn’t lying.”
“Hoax wasn’t lying about what?”
“About her...” Warrant paused.
Stop, before he hurts you. Shit, he’s really fucking doing this.
He continued, “You know when he accused her of fucking other guys in the club? Well, he wasn’t wrong. She’s been fucking any guy she can get her hands on.”
Sabbath’s eyes narrowed even further.
“And how the fuck do you know this?” he asked, his mouth pulling into a sneer.
“Because we all agreed to it a long time ago.”
“Agreed to what, exactly?”
Warrant’s fists clenched by his sides, and I could see the literal war going on inside his head. He knew he shouldn’t be saying anything, but he couldn’t stop now. He’d already said so much.
“We agreed that if Shasta was ever down to fuck any of us, it be called a Hall Pass. It was a play on her last name. A free pass to fuck your Ol’ Lady behind your back. The only rule is that no one could tell you about it.” Warrant looked at his feet. “But here I am, breaking that rule now. I know you love her, Sabbath, but she’s been skating around on you, and everyone in the club has been cashing in their Hall Passes for the last few months.”
“Everyone?”
Warrant’s eyes widened, realization hitting him.