Page 50 of Misrule
“Knox, let me tell you something, son. I know my woman. You said something to upset her.”
“I’m not getting into this with you.”
“You know what, motherfucker? I don’t have to do a fucking thing. Why waste a fucking bullet on you? All I got to do is tell Roxanne you hurt Bailey and you’ll be looking for your fucking nut sac in the garbage disposal.”
“Don’t ruin this evening,” Knox said, not dignifying the gruesome scenario with a response. He wouldn’t even bring up his irritation that Mortician had told Bailey about the engagement conversation. “Don’t tell Roxanne anything.”
Mortician smirked at Knox, blew smoke in his face and walked away.
For the duration of the ride home, Knox expected Mortician or Bailey to tell Roxanne about the confrontation. But neither of them said nothing.
At the clubhouse, Mortician parked the Escalade, near the door, and got out.
“Bye, sugar. I really enjoyed myself,” Roxanne whispered, laying her palm against his cheek.
Knox hugged her. “Me, too. I’ll see you—”
Without warning, Mortician jerked Knox out of the SUV. It was so sudden that he nearly went sprawling.
“Asshole,” Knox growled, jerking away from Mortician.
“Mortician, boy, what the fuck is your problem?” Roxanne yelled.
“Nothing. Your date over.”
“I’m tired,” Bailey announced.
“I’ll be right back, pretty girl,” Mortician promised, then pointed to the door. “Get to stepping.”
Roxanne started out. “I’m coming. You acting like a damn fool again.”
“I need to talk to you, Momma.”
“Fine, Bailey,” Roxanne said without a moment’s hesitation. She blew out a frustrated breath but said, “I’ll call you later, Knox,” then slammed the door shut.
Mortician held the door open. Knox stalked into the clubhouse, surprised to find only two bikers at the bar, talking to Potter. Knox nodded to them, then continued on, aware of Mortician hot on his heels.
At the door to his temporary room, Knox used his key to unlock the knob.
“We not telling Roxanne nothing. Bailey still haven’t told me. But Knox, motherfucker, you walking on thin ice. Don’t fuck with Bailey. That will get you killed quicker than you fucking with Roxanne.”
“Mortician—”
A mighty shove by the enforcer interrupted Knox’s words and sent him stumbling into the room. Unable to regain his balance, he went sprawling on the floor. He lifted his head in time to see Mortician’s glare before he slammed the door so hard, it shook and reverberated through the room.
He’d suffer this indignity if it meant Roxanne never discovered Knox’s run-in with her Bailey.
Chapter Fourteen
Sipping a coke, Emily wondered if she’d recognize the President of the Death Dwellers. When the PI, Knox Harrington, had visited her during her shift at McDonald’s, he’d claimed he needed her to come to his office because a long-lost relative had left her an inheritance.
NOT!Her family haddisinherited her. No way would any of them, from the oldest to the youngest, ever leave her anything. Wouldn’t happen.
Knox Harrington had finally confessed he was there on the orders of Outlaw, Death Dwellers MC president. Apparently, the biker had a job for her to do that involved a lot of money.
Whatever the assignment was, she didn’t want to hear about it from the PI. She wanted it straight from the outlaw’s mouth. She giggled at her play on words, continually amazed at what a Brainiac she was.
Outlaw.
