Page 41 of Clash
She was referring to Clash. I had quite a few stories to tell her about him, it was like I couldn’t shut up half the time. The way I hated that man bordered on homicidal. I still blamed him for all the hardships in my life, loathing him almost as much as Eric, but not quite. If I wasn’t loathing, I was longing for his touch,wishing to feel those soft lips of his on me again. God, why did I attract stupidly bad men?
“Just think about it, okay? I’ve seen the way Walter looks at you when you’re outside. He’s definitely interested.”
I wasn’t about to waste my time going out on some random blind date to appease her. The only thing I was focused on was getting to Vegas. If that meant working in a flower shop for a few months, so be it. Anything to get me on the right track for leaving Eric for good.
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Fuck!
One month!
It’s been one whole month and I haven’t found Gina or Alex. How could they disappear so fast? It made me believe that they somehow ended up in Vegas, but listing off all the ways she could’ve come up with that money, made me feel sick. The one that tormented me the most, was the image of her selling herself on a street corner for extra cash. And believe me, I checked all the normal hangouts. Not a single girl had seen her or Alex—thank God!
But it still didn’t explain her sudden disappearing act. Maybe I should’ve gone after her instead of going after the money. My priorities should’ve been on my woman, not on the Benjamins I could recover for her.
Speaking of recovering…
The roar of motorcycles outside had me on edge.They were finally home… Yippee!Insert twenty eye rolls, a few flips of my middle finger, and bathe it all in a fucking bucket load of sarcasm because I frankly couldn’t give a fuck.
But I was also curious as to how long it would be before the room fell down; now that Wreck-it Shasta was back to dismantle us brick by brick?
“What do you think she looks like?” Ranger asked, all of us staring at the doors they were about to come through.
“Probably the same,” Priest answered. “Beautiful as fuck, and as tempting as an apple in Eden.”
Sandman wobbled to his feet, ready to greet our three missing brothers andher…the traveling harlot. The club wrecker. The one with heartbreak eyes and a vicious slap.
I was over being here already. I could be out looking for Gina, instead, I’m here forced to play nice.
“Play nice, Clash. We don’t need a fight right now,” Skid reminded me. He was drinking a bottle of whiskey, twitching ever so slightly. Maybe he was in need of a little fix? The twitching stopped when that Joaquin dude saddled up next to him, plopping down in a chair just to the left of our table.
Hang arounds and prospects sit at the little kids table, they leave the big ones for the real men—the ones with cuts, tattoos, and fucking attitudes.
The doors opened, and in waltzed Wasp, looking pissed off and fucking defeated. A few seconds later, Snyder walked in holding Shasta tightly against him, her gaze shifting from one side of the room to the other—taking us all in.
Our eyes met, and I heard her suck in a fearful breath.
That’s right, baby girl, take it all in. Clash still has the biggest cock in town, and you can’t fucking have it. Sucks to be you.
Snyder headed our way, smiling even though there was nothing to smile about. Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck everyone but Gina. I swear, if I ever find that woman again, I’m definitely not going to let her go. She’s fucking mine.
“Where’s Axl?” I asked, my stern eyes resting on my two brothers.
“He’s gone nomad,” Snyder informed us, looking way too calm for it. “He wants to stay in South Dakota with his baby and Ramona.”
“That’s bullshit!” I snapped. “We just patched him in as Secretary.”
Snyder’s eyes narrowed as he folded his arms over his chest.
“His kid needed him, and I gave the okay, so calm your fucking tits and pipe down, Clash. I got something I want everyone to hear.”
“It better not be about you claiming Shasta, because I swear, I’ll fucking murder the room if that happens,” I muttered so only I could hear.
“Do you all see this beautiful fucking woman?”
Yeah, we see her, fucker. She’s the woman who we all despise. The woman tearing our club apart.
“I want you all to hear me very loud and clear, and I don’t need Church to declare this… Shasta’s mine. Anybody have a problem with that, come and fucking see me. But I’m laying my claim. As president of this club, I’m officially dubbing her my Ol’ Lady, that means all of you fucks better not lay a fucking finger on her, and all of you sweet butts better give her the respect she deserves. The days of Sabbath’s reign are over, and as Prez of this club, I want us to move into a new direction, one where sex, lies, and mayhem aren’t our common values. We’re all good men, and we deserve amazing women to back us. That’s why I went after her. This woman is everything to me, and as soon as you fucktards find someone like her, you’ll see why going after her was so important to me.”
