“S—Sabbath what’s wrong?”
“You stupid, ungrateful, fucking bitch!” he roared. He gripped my hair, pulling me violently toward him. “I FUCKING LOVED YOU!” he shouted, his spit spraying my face like venom. “I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU!” he growled out, manic rage throbbing in his eyes. “This is how you fucking repay me? By turning my club against me and using your pussy as a fucking bargaining chip?”
Bile rose in my throat. “S—Sabbath, I—I—” His hand connected with my face, cutting and splitting my lip.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he roared.
“Are you going to kill me?”
He looked at me sinisterly, his mouth curling into a snarl. “Oh no, Shasta. Killing you would be far too easy.” He moved his mouth against the lobe of my ear, his whisper creating frightened shivers rolling over every inch of me. “First, I’m going to kill every man that dared to fucking touch you, and you’re going to fucking watch.” He paused. “By the way... one down, so many to go.”
My heart raced.Who did he kill? What life did Sabbath take this time?
He continued, breaking my train of thought. “Then I’m going to fuck you on their rotting corpses. You wanted a harem, Shasta. So, I’m going to give you one, complete with necrophilia and blood play.” He laughed evilly. “Then when we’re done desecrating the bodies of my enemies, I’m going to end your miserable life, leaking every ounce of blood out of your pathetic body until you’re nothing more than used up tits and a rotting pussy.”
“Sabbath! Please. I—I never meant—I’m so—” But the wordsorrynever left my lips. Because deep down I regretted nothing.
“Fuck your pathetic pleas for me to spare your life. Your life on this planet is over once I’m done ridding it of all the men who dared to touch what was mine!” His voice was nothing but rage and power, but before he could push me towards the door, a loud clang vibrated off the back of his head and that firm grip he had on me lessened.
Sabbath crumpled to the floor, a large bump already forming near the nape of his neck.
“Go!” Ramona shouted. “Now, before he wakes up.” She was holding the enormous metal vase she kept near her mantle, her body heaving with frustrated sobs.
Tears dripped haphazardly down my face as all the guilt of what happened came slamming into me. I caused Sabbath to go crazy. I was the reason he was so fucked up and deranged.
“Shasta! Get the hell out of here.”
I wasn’t sure where I could go to hide. Sabbath would find me no matter where I went. That was the problem with sins. They have this uncanny way of catching up to you, eventually.
“What about you?”
“I can take care of myself. Just go! Now! Please, before he wakes up.”
Everything was so messed up, and the men who swore they’d protect me were all gone, sent on some bullshit mission that Sabbath obviously set up as a decoy.
“Shasta, go!”
But I had nowhere to go. My sins had caught up to me, dragging me down into my own inner Hell, that felt morbidly good at that moment.
I felt a shove, and my body moved robotically, floating down the steps until I almost pitched forward, tripping over something on the ground. It took me almost a full minute to realize it was a body.
My scream pierced the air, and when I saw Warrant’s lifeless eyes staring up at me, I took off running, jumping into my car that was only a few feet away.
He was dead!
It was all my fault!
I fucking did this.
Every man in this club was going to die because of me—because I was too stupid to see the outcome of my own selfish actions. I put everyone in danger, and now their death sentences were on my head.
Peeling out of the club’s parking lot, I left it all behind, too consumed with my own guilty conscience to realize I left my only friend to be feasted on by the wolves. I started hitting my wheel as the tears spilled down my face, mirroring the torrential downpour that magically opened up in the heavens.
This was God’s way of pissing on me. It would figure that he’d have some weird sick sense of humor that involved a mockery of my own guilty tears.
The road started to blur in front of me, then I just couldn’t see it anymore, washing away the markers that normally were on the ground. My car hit a deep pocket of water, and it started to hydroplane, sending me skidding all over the place until I hit the embankment and my car soared through the air, crashing into the ditch that was quickly filling with water. Upon impact, my windshield shattered, and shards of angry glass cut into my face, slicing me open like a punishing whip.
The thought made me momentarily think of Wasp, and then the sob caught in my throat, because the train that followed brought me back to those dead eyes and open mouth, lying lifelessly in the parking lot of the clubhouse.