Page 147 of Misrule
“Yeah, bruh,” Digger added. “The moment we discoveryoufucked up is the moment we kill you.”
“Luckily, that hasn’t happened. We don’t have to kill you,” Johnnie said.
Knox glanced at Johnnie and widened his eyes. “What do you meanwe? I thought you were on my side.”
“He on the side of the club, son,” Mortician said. “That mean we might’ve been shooting the shit with you last night but then you fuck up today and we got to fuck you up I don’t fucking believe Roxanne a fucking but when she say she decided marriage wasn’t for her.”
“Even though you have tattoos and smoke weed and wear a cut, I thought you were more like me, Johnnie.”
Ignoring Mortician and staying focused on Johnnie, Knox sounded devastated.
Digger and Mortician looked at each other, then roared with laughter.
“Johnnie a stone fucking killer, Knox,” Val said, smiling.
While his boys laughed at Knox’s expense, Christopher lit a smoke. “Forget about the fuckin’ guns we lost, Knox,” he said. “It’s in your best fuckin’ interest. Don’t stick your fuckin’ nose in club business when you ain’t a member and never will be.”
“Suppose I want to become a member?” Knox asked.
Christopher lifted a brow, momentarily stunned at Knox’s answer, then he looked at Johnnie, Mort, Val, and Digger. Together, they guffawed.
“That’s not that fucking funny,” Knox spat after several minutes went by and they were all still laughing.
“Yeah, the fuck it is,” Christopher said, wiping tears from his eyes. “You sayin’ you wanna be a Dweller like me sayin’ I wanna be a badge.” He howled again. “That shit just ain’t ever fuckin’ happenin’.”
“You people are so juvenile,” Knox complained.
“And you got a fuckin’ stick up your fuckin’ cock,” Christopher fired back, his humor leaving him. “As well as your fuckin’ ass.”
“At least let me bring an offer to him,” Knox said, not responding to Christopher’s words.
“No.” Christopher spoke the word with a fucking finality Knox should’ve picked up on.
“No? Just like that? No?”
“Be happy Outlaw said no, Knox,” Mortician said. “If, somehow, she telling the truth about her leaving you and you get her to take you back, you still not marrying my momma-in-law if you making shady fucking deals.”
Knox’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
“The fuck I can’t be. Roxanne met you being a straight-laced motherfucker. She not expecting you to roll to our side. Don’t want her in no danger because you get in over your fucking head.”
“As her son-in-law, you don’t put her in danger?” Knox sneered.
“Sure the fuck don’t,” Mort answered with confidence. “I know what the fuck I’m doing. You don’t. Sometimes, it’s all about plain fucking luck. Motherfuckers still get the drop on you no matter how fucking skilled you are.”
Knox stiffened. “I was a cop, trained to shoot and take down bad guys.”
“Bruh, Knox,” Digger said woefully. “You not helping your cause.”
“So you’re admitting you’re bad guys?” Knox asked, scowling between them.
“How about you answer that fucking question strapped to the table in the meatshack?” Mortician snapped.
“You’re getting a little big for your britches, Mortician,” Knox said. “You demanded you and Bailey share a wedding with me and Roxanne. You told me I couldn’t live in her house. Now, you’re threatening my life. Again.”
“Knox doesn’t mean any of this,” Johnnie inserted, looking at each of them. “In his line of work, he meets a lot of people. One was this man in question.”
“Motherfucker might be a fuckin’ cop or any-fuckin-thing,” Christopher snarled.
