“I’m not stopping anything. All this club ink comes off no matter what,” I said.
“Then gimmie the shot,” Snowcone cried. “Please gimmie the fuckin’ shot.”
I’d only been a part of two patch out ceremonies and both men had only one tattoo each, both on their upper arms. Those were tough enough to witness, but within his five years of riding with the club, this fool managed to get a full back piece, as well as one on the back of his left calf and his right forearm. He was in for a world of shit, even with pain meds.
“Scooby and Scrappy were driving those trucks. They could have been killed,” I growled.
“Why the fuck did you sell us out to the Predators?” Moses demanded.
“I never talked to the Predators, Sundance. You gotta believe me.”
“Who did you tell about the vans?” I demanded.
“They told me this would be good for the club.”
“Who’s they?”
“Please, Sundance. They’ll kill me”
I made my second cut and this time Snowcone’s body knew it was coming. He vomited and began to pass out, but I slapped his face until he was present enough for me to continue.
“Who are you working with?”
“M…Misty,” Snowcone slurred.
“Zilla’s sister? The one you’ve been fucking?”
“You knew?”
“That’s how we figured out you’ve been working with the Predators. You’re telling me Misty is behind all of this?”
“No, Misty asked me to talk to Sonja about potentially doing business.”
“What kind of business?”
“Sundance. I swear I didn’t know the Predators were involved. I only talked to Sonja as a favor to Misty.”
“About what?”
Snowcone hesitated. I started toward his back with the blade.
“Sonja said she represented a major player who wanted the Howlers out of the weed business in Monument.”
“Who?”
“She called him the Beast. I don’t know his real name, just that Sonja works for him.”
It made sense that Sonja wasn’t the one in charge, given her lack of every skill that would make her qualified to do so.
“Sonja said it would be best for the Howlers if they were out of the weed business before the Beast arrived,” Snowcone said.
“Why didn’t you tell Sonja to fuck off and then come tell me about her threats?”
“Because they’re not threats, Sundance.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You heard about what happened in Michoacán?” Snowcone asked.
