Page 22 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

Axl lunged forward, swinging punch after punch at Clash who was laughing like a loon.

“Shut the fuck up!” Axl yelled. “Ramona is mine, you bastard!”

Before Axl could punch him again, Snyder grabbed him by the arms. “Clash, stop egging Axl on, and Axl keep your fucking temper.”

“I’m just giving our newest secretary a hard time. It’s not my fault he’s sensitive. Man, redheads have no fucking sense of humor.” Clash shook his head incredulously.

Axl’s glare intensified. But I couldn’t blame him for being upset. He just found out that the girl he’s hung up on, not only left the club, but was pregnant and there was a good chance it was his kid. Ramona preferred Axl over every other member. Despite Clash’s ramblings, I truly didn’t believe that he was responsible for knocking up Ramona, that was all Axl. And the fact that she was keeping the kid away from him was majorly fucked up. I knew that pain all too well.

A few of the sweet butts entered the room, and one girl’s face in particular lit up when she saw me.

“Sandman!” Havarti squealed, racing across the room until she was practically in my lap. “I’m so happy to see you.”

A slow smile crept across my face. It was good to see a familiar face again.

“G—Good to s—see you t—too,” I stuttered.

She didn’t even frown, or look concerned, she just kept on smiling, like seeing me was the best thing to ever happen to her.

When she gave me a kiss on the cheek, I noticed Snyder shift a bit. The man looked wounded, but not because she was giving me a kiss, it was because he was lonely and missing his girl.

“Any w—word on Sh—Shasta?” I questioned, looking around the room.

Everyone either looked away, looked pissed, or shook their heads. It was the sweet butts in particular that looked angry over hearing her name.

“Why are you guys worried about that bitch?” Tiffany asked, taking on the mean girl role Nina and Rose left behind.

Snyder’s back straightened, and he immediately got up in her face.

“Because, unlike you, Tiffany, we actually give a fuck about her, and I can tell you right now that if I find that woman again and can convince her to come back with me, you better show her the respect she fucking deserves, or I’ll escort you out of this club my goddamn self.”

Damn, the man really has it bad for Shasta. I can’t say that I blame him, my heart yearns for her too in a way, but I know I’m not the man she needs—I don’t think that I’m the type of man anyone needs anymore.

“I’m sorry, Snyder. I just thought with her and Ramona leaving the way they did, and Sabbath being gone, that you guys would be done with her for good.”

“Even if Sabbath was still here, I wouldn’t be done with her, Tiffany. I love her, and even if it takes me a million years, I will find her again. When I do, I’m going to show that woman just how much she fucking means to me, and make her my Ol’ Lady.”

“Over my dead body,” Wasp growled, stepping out of the shadowy corner he was leaning in. “You can’t just fucking claim her like she’s yours, Snyder. Wasn’t it you who said that she belongs to all of us?”

Snyder squared up to Wasp, ready to throw down. “Yeah, and now I’ve changed my mind. She left because of that statement, and when I find her, because I will find her, I’m going to bring her home, and show all you fuckers just who owns Shasta Hall.”

“And what if she picks me?” Wasp snapped. “Did she ever tell you she loved you? Do you even know if she wants to be with you?”

Snyder’s stance wavered.

“Exactly! So, like I said before, asshole. Let the best man for her win.”

My heart sank a little. Part of me wanted to throw my hat in the ring and fight for Shasta too. She was easy to talk to, and we had a great chemistry before everything happened with the Crows. But the other part of me knew that I needed to save my strength for an even bigger battle—the battle for my baby.

And despite my current ailments, I wasn’t going to give up, not until I made it painfully clear that my child will be a part of my life to Lindy and whoever else stood in my way. Because that was one vow I would never back down from. Just like my vow to always protect and fight alongside my brothers.

We Lewd Outlaws stick together, and despite the trouble that came from our last Prez, I was hopeful that Snyder’s reign would change all that, molding us back into the club we were always meant to be.

Chapter Seventeen

Shasta

The diner was packed again. This time it was crowded with a bunch of bikers, ones that made my anxiety rise tremendously.

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