At Tack’s voice, their leader, the president of the ChaosMotorcycle Club, Snap pushed off of Speck, letting him go, and shrugged offHop, Joker, and Rush’s holds.
The second he felt them start to move away, he went back in,slamming his fist into the wall by Speck’s head, feeling his knuckles split andJoker’s arm coming around him to put him in a chokehold.
But Speck didn’t even flinch.
Before he could try to make a move to plant his feet inorder to throw Joke over his shoulder to get out of that hold, High had comein, caught Speck by the back of the neck and yanked him from the wall and awayfrom Snapper’s reach.
“Take your hands off me,” Snapper bit at Joker.
Joker hesitated a second, felt Snap maneuvering his legs tobreak his hold, but when High had Speck well out of reach, he let go.
Joke stayed close, as did Hop and Rush, and Snapper’s eyesdidn’t move from Speck.
“She wasworkin’ that shit forus,” he told Speck, and the whole room, something they knew.“We promised wehad her back and you were on.You were supposed tohave her back.”
“He knows that.We all know that,” Boz confirmed.“We’re allfeelin’ this.”
Snap turned on Boz.“Yeah?You got one guess who’sfeelin’ it the most right now.”
Boz winced.
“Yeah,” Snap gritted.“And you didn’t even see her, man.Beat toshit.She didn’t have her waitress apron on andseein’ her hair, I wouldn’t have fuckin’ recognized her.”
“Fuck,” Shy whispered.
Snapper slashed a glance through Shy but only allowedhimself to do it at a slash.
Rosie had been Shy’s once.He’d scraped her off, took upwith Tab before he really even ended it with Rosalie.Cut her deep.
Sent her straight to Bounty.
To Throttle.
She hadn’t wanted him at the hospital.She’d wanted him andRoscoe gone.But he’d heard.He’d heard that Throttle had delivered her ass tohis brothers after he figured out Rosie was informing on Bounty’s maneuverswith an enemy of Chaos.
She’d just wanted her man clean.Clean and clear ofsomething that had two endings, one or the other certain: it’d either get himdead or incarcerated.
It seemed Rosie had bad taste in men.
That was going to change.
“Are weridin’ out on Bounty orwhat?”Hound snarled.
“They’re fucked.Half of them are out on bail and Snap saysfirst thing she asked for when she hit emergency was the police,” Rush pointedout.
Hound took in Rush’s words and then repeated to the room atlarge, “Are weridin’ out on Bounty or what?”
“We’re riding out on Bounty.”
That came quiet.Quiet and sinister.
From Tack.
Snapper moved first, yanking open the door to the Club’smeeting room and running right into Tabitha Cage.
Shy’s wife.
Tack’s daughter.
