Page 90 of Clash
Chuckling under his breath, he continued typing away on the keyboard. “I’m going as fast as I can, Clash. Be patient, this shit takes time.”
“Leave the prospect alone, Clash. He’s doing what you asked of him,” Snyder scolded, still nursing the beer in his hand. I noticed him eyeing me curiously, like something was definitely on his rotten mind.
“What?” I snapped.
Snyder held up his hands in surrender, grinning like a loon. “I’m just trying to figure out what makes this chick so special? And that kid... seriously, Chuckie, could you be anymore father-like?”
I didn’t think he needed me to answer him, but he stared at me attentively, waiting for me to follow up his question with a valid response.
The only valid response was a one-finger salute that I had no trouble flipping him. “Fuck off.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously, Clash. What’s up? Where the hell did this kid and chick come from? Is this why you’ve been away from the club so much lately? Because you’ve been playing step-daddy on the side?”
I sighed, then slowly nodded my head. I’d done my best to hide them from the club the best I could, but if everything happens the way I want it to, then I plan on making her my Ol’ Lady, which means, the club has to know about them.
“They kinda just appeared,” I answered, doing my best not to give too much information. “I felt bad for them. They were living on the streets, and I found out she was on the run from her shitty ex-husband, and I’ve been kinda hiding them out ever since. There was a point in time where she ran away from me, but I found her again, and yeah, here we are.”
“Could she have run away again?”
I shook my head. “Nope. There’s no fucking way she’d ever leave her son. That woman is a good momma.”
Snyder nodded. “I think Shasta will be a good momma too.”
That fucking does it!
My fists slammed into the wood of the table, making everyone in the room jump. “I’m so sick of hearing about you and Shasta. Nobody fucking gives a shit about her anymore, Snyder. We get it, you won her heart, but do you have to rub it in everyone’s faces all the time?”
Wasp cleared his throat, joining in on the conversation. “He’s got a point, Snyder. Every day you find some way to talk about Shasta and how perfect your life is. Give the rest of us a break, some of us are still trying to recover from the whole situation. Maybe not Clash, looks like he has somehow figured out how to score himself a family without even trying, but the rest of us have been floundering without her. It’s not just me either. I see it in Priest’s eyes, and sometimes even Sandman’s.”
Snyder sat up in his chair a little and sighed. “Sorry, I guess I just don’t realize I talk about her as much as I do.”
“It’s exhausting, man. We all fell for her at one point in time. Even if it was just for a few moments. So, have some respect for your brothers, and stop talking about her,” I growled, not liking how jealous I fucking sounded. “Fuck, you’re making me sound like a jealous lunatic! And I don’t give a fuck about her like that anymore.”
“You are a lunatic,” Wasp said with a smile. “But I wouldn’t call you jealous, fed up maybe, but not jealous.”
“I’m definitely fed up. Speaking of which, have you got anything yet, Danger?”
Danger grinned. “Just pulling up the street camera now. There!” He pointed to the screen where a man jumped out and grabbed Gina, then you see tiny little Alex running for his life as some big oaf chased him.
“Fuck! That guy looks like Ratt,” Ranger exclaimed. “The one running after the kid.”
I followed his line of vision, and sure as shit, our old buddy Ratt was the one chasing Alex.
“I’m gonna kill him,” I growled, my fists clenching by my side.
“How do we find these motherfuckers?”
“I tracked the vehicle through a few lights.” He pointed to the screen again. “They pulled off somewhere between Lake and Tanner Street. If I had to guess, there are some old storage units, right about here. That be your best bet to find her.”
“Fuck, I’m going into this blind,” I grumbled.
“You’re not going alone, Clash,” Snyder said, placing a friendly hand on my shoulder. “You got the full support of the club behind you.”
“You guys don’t even know her,” I said, a little dumbfounded that he offered to go with me.
“Let me ask you a question, Clash. Do you love the girl?”
I stood quiet. Not sure how to answer.
