Page 3 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

“Where’s the fire, Snyder?” Havarti asked.

“Where’s Shasta?” I questioned, completely out of breath and desperate.

Havarti wrinkled her nose in disgust. “That bitch left about fifteen minutes ago with that whore Ramona.”

The palms of my hands rested on Havarti’s cheeks. “Call her a bitch again and your ass is gone. Got me?”

Fear filled her eyes. “Ye—Yeah, Snyder. I got you.”

“Good. Now, tell me, which way did she go?”

Tiffany pointed the opposite direction of the hospital. “They went that way, Snyder. She was driving a small green car; one I’ve never seen before.”

It must’ve been the car Priest gave her since hers was totaled. When she fled the room, Priest told us all about her wrecking her car in front of his secret place, then him taking the car to be destroyed so Sabbath couldn’t find her. Priest, being the nice guy he is, gave her one of his burner cars, and signed over the title and everything. Now the car was Shasta’s... and she was gone. The bastard gave her the perfect getaway vehicle.

“Thanks,” I said, my face softening as my hands dropped off Havarti’s face.

Before I could take two steps, I felt Tiffany’s hand on my back. “Is it true what everyone is saying, Snyder? Is Sabbath really dead?”

Turning to face her, I nodded, doing my best to keep my wits about me.

“Yeah, it is.”

“So, what does that mean for the club?” Havarti questioned.

Wasp stepped up behind me. “It means shit’s about to change. So, if you want out. Now’s your fucking chance. Stay or get the fuck out.”

And before I could add anything, Wasp was on his bike, heading in the direction that Shasta had supposedly left.

Chapter Three

Wasp

Gone? How could she be gone? Yeah, it was weird for me to be this pissed over her leaving. I definitely didn’t have the same connection Snyder did to her, but for some reason, that didn’t seem to matter to me.

My little minx had left me, and I was in my own fucked up turmoil. It was a torturous place to be in. I was riding this guilty wave of feeling like I was the one mostly responsible for her leaving. I pushed Snyder into making it a joint ownership. I didn’t want to let go of that tiny bit of control she gave me. So, if she was going to stay with the Lewd Outlaws, I wanted a piece of her, one I could mold and make submit to me whenever I wanted.

If I let Snyder have her all to himself, I’d have to find a new girl to train, and frankly, I felt too broken to do that. Look at what happened with Keelie. The girl played me... me, of all people... her fucking supposed master. She made it seem like I had all the control, when really, I was just a fucking pawn in her sick, twisted games. Was I glad the bitch was dead? Not really. Was I relieved to know she was a rat? Yeah, no. Knowing that made me feel even more worthless. How did I fall for her stupid trap the way I did? When did I lose control? Was I ever in control at all? It’s why I still wanted Shasta... she needed my control... she needed my grooming.

Who was I kidding?

I needed the control, thirsting to manipulate and train another submissive that would cater to all my dark desires.

Shasta was my only hope for that now.

Somewhere along the way, Snyder had joined me on the road, but it seemed like neither one of us knew where the fuck we were going, and by the time we hit two towns over, we both slowed to a stop, staring at the road ahead of us like a couple of idiots.

Removing my lid, I shot Snyder a sideways glance. “She’s gone, man.”

The look of pain and panic in his eyes made me feel like absolute shit. The man had real feelings for Shasta, and here I was, chasing after her for my own selfish reasons.

I really am a miserable prick.

“I know, Wasp, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to give up on her. She means too much to me.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Fuck, she’s goddamn everything to me.”

You could see the devotion in his eyes. The man was head over heels in love with Shasta, but that bastard inside of me didn’t care. A part of me still wanted her, the selfish part that didn’t give a fuck about him being in love with her. The part that needed to own her, to control her, to groom her, and to dominate every part of her.

I looked him dead in the eye, refusing to back down. “Then I hope you realize, Snyder, that I’m not giving up on her either. May the best man win.”

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