He’s not that stupid, is he?
“Well, Snyder and Clash for sure, and I believe maybe Ranger and Wasp as well.”
“And what about you, Warrant?” Sabbath sounded eerily calm, and it was making the hair on my arms stand up straight. “Did you cash in your Hall Pass?”
He hesitated.Shit! Why the fuck is he hesitating?
A look of pure carnal rage pierced Sabbath’s eyes, and before Warrant could react, his gun was drawn, the bullet moving straight through his chest.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. So far, Sabbath hadn’t noticed me spying on him, and since the cat was out of the bag, I needed to get out of his line of fire. Tears streamed down my face as I watched my lover hit the ground, and the brutal man who shot him, stand over him with a wild look in his eyes.
“I’ll fucking murder you all,” he seethed, his hands shaking violently. The man had literally lost his shit, hijacking the crazy train and derailing it completely.
I wasn’t sure what to do, but when I saw him raise his gun, shooting Warrant again and again, Warrant’s body jerking from each vindictive blast, I did the only thing I could do... I ran.
I covered the sob that worked its way up my throat, and took off, putting distance between me and the crazed maniac that was out for blood.
Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I called the only man who could help in a situation like this.
“Yo, Skid, what’s up? We’re on our way back. We should be there in about an hour.”
“He knows!”
“What? Who? What the fuck are you talking about?” Snyder asked, his voice etching with concern.
“Warrant’s dead. Sabbath knows. Fuck, she’s here alone, Snyder. He’s going to fucking kill her. I don’t know what to do?”
The line went dead.
Snyder had hung up the phone, but who could blame him? Death was on the horizon for all of us, and now that the cat was out of the bag, none of us were safe, especially Shasta Hall.
Chapter Seventeen
Shasta
My cell phone rang loudly in my pocket. I shot Ramona a grin when I saw his name flash on the screen.
Snyder.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Where are you?” he questioned, panic and urgency prevalent in his tone.
“I’m at Ramona’s. Why?”
“Run!” he said. “We’re too far and can’t get to you in time. Get the fuck out of there and hide!”
“What do you mean?”
“Get away from the clubhouse, Shasta. Now. You have to go... you have to—”
Snyder’s urgent pleas were interrupted by the door being kicked in, splintering the wood as Sabbath’s heavy foot crashed through it. He looked like a crazed maniac standing in the door frame, his eyes darkened with rage and discontent. I could feel his hate through his heated gaze, one that made me feel even closer to my miserable ending.
Shit! He knows.
Death felt like it was blowing a cold wind on my shoulder, marking me for the inevitable. It was only a matter of time before he found out anyway. And now he was here, ready to end my life.
Ramona screamed as Sabbath stalked toward me, smatterings of blood covering his face.